Zhi’er rubbed her chubby cheek with her small hand.
Daddy just had a drink and left the stench of alcohol on her chubby face!
Though the little one didn’t like the sll of alcohol, she still blinked her shiny eyes, comforting her excited old father.
"Of course, you’re Zhi’er’s daddy, the best daddy in the world!"
In truth, Bai Xilie had just been filled with murderous intent.
He knew that Historian Wang was an upright person.
Earlier, when Historian Wang made his suggestion, it was not out of malice, he just believed in so rumors.
Though it wasn’t a death-worthy offense, since it involved Bai Zhi’er, Bai Xilie thought he deserved to die.
He wanted to go along with the flow, but he hadn’t expected his daughter to spare Historian Wang’s life.
And she handled it so tactfully!
She saved face and earned everyone’s admiration!
Good, truly good!
Zhi’er reached out her small hand, picked up the chicken leg on the table, and took a big bite.
Phew, after saying so many things, she was starving!
As she ate, she lifted her shiny eyes and t Feng Fuce’s gaze.
The young boy, seeing her look over, imdiately raised an eyebrow.
Zhi’er waved the chicken leg, as if showing off her recent brilliance.
Feng Fuce noticed a little brown sauce on her fair cheek.
The little rascal with her delicate, rosy skin seed all the more tempting.
Feng Fuce withdrew his gaze, his eyes deep, hiding a faint, imperceptible smile.
He reached out, took a crisp and sweet green jujube from a plate, and bit into it.
Sitting beside Feng Fuce, Prince Rui and Prince Kang exchanged a glance, both finding it alarming.
Throughout the banquet, Marquis Wan had only eaten this one jujube!
As the banquet reached its midway point, it was ti for the officials to move about freely and socialize over drinks.
Zhi’er finished the chicken leg on the table, then darted over to Prince Rui’s table.
She stood on tiptoe, her watery black eyes scanning around to see if there was any delicious at left.
Prince Rui and the others imdiately expressed their concern: "What else does Zhi’er want to eat? atballs? Pork knuckle? Or plum blossom cakes?"
"Sister," Bai Xuanmo squinted his beautiful narrow eyes, smiling as he spoke: "How about coming to your brother here? Big brother will feed you."
Zhi’er puffed up her pink cheeks, chewing on a small at roll just fed to her by Princess Rui.
Her eyes were dark and bright, holding a hint of mischief.
"I’m already three and a half, I can eat by myself!"
With these words, everyone at the table, except Feng Fuce, couldn’t help but laugh.
Bai Xuanmo saw the Little Ball reject him several tis.
He squinted his eyes, a storm of blackness swirling within.
He stood up and walked towards Zhi’er: "Can’t brother really give you a hug?"
Zhi’er imdiately scurried away, running around the table.
"No, no!" The little one said in a soft, sweet voice.
The Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu reached out his hand, trying to stop Bai Xuanmo.
"Big brother, sister said she doesn’t want to!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xuanmo shot a cold glare at him.
Zhi’er directly hid beside the fourth son, Bai Daoyan, and made a face at her big brother Bai Xuanmo.
Humph, let him be fierce just now!
Provoked, Bai Xuanmo decided that no matter what, he had to hug this Little Ball today!
He swung aside Bai Yaoyu’s hand and chased after her again.
The siblings ran around the table, chasing each other.
Princess Consort Kang chuckled continuously: "You two kids are almost making dizzy!"
Just as Bai Xuanmo was about to grab Zhi’er’s little arm!
A hand, distinct and pale, blocked his way.
Bai Xuanmo thought it was his third brother, Bai Yaoyu, again.
He frowned and looked over, only to et Feng Fuce’s cold gaze.
Marquis Wan actually stopped him?
anwhile, Zhi’er, unaware that Bai Xuanmo had stopped, ran quickly on her little feet, skillfully weaving through the crowd.
At this ti, everyone was mingling and moving about freely, away from their seats.
As she turned back to see if Bai Xuanmo was following, she suddenly bumped into soone.
The little one fell to the ground with a thud.
At the sa ti, because of her accidental bump, a sharp dagger fell from that person’s sleeve!
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