Feng Fuce bent down and followed into the carriage.
He casually ordered Chu Ping, "Drive."
"Alright! Marquis, Princess, sit tight!"
Chu Ping sat on the coach box, holding the reins.
The carriage wheels rolled over puddles and drove away from the palace.
The Imperial Guard at the Imperial City saw that it was Marquis Wan’s carriage and did not stop it.
Once they left the imperial palace a distance away, Bai Zhi’er lifted the curtain.
Blinking her moist, jet-black eyes, she looked at the retreating street scenes on both sides.
"Hmm, it’s late now, all the people selling delicious treats have gone ho."
The little child’s voice was full of regret.
Feng Fuce turned his head to glance at her: "If I’m not mistaken, you just finished dinner, are you hungry again so soon?"
Bai Zhi’er turned her little body, correcting him solemnly.
"My little tummy always saves room for desserts! Big bad brother doesn’t understand!"
Feng Fuce scoffed, not responding.
Bai Zhi’er’s clear gaze flickered.
"Brother Fu Ce, the people from the Yu Family, it was you who rescued them, right?"
Feng Fuce nodded: "Why?"
The little one’s round face showed a hint of contemplation.
"Then the land deed that Zheng Jin bribed the Chief of the Secretariat with, who gave it to ?"
Feng Fuce’s gaze paused, he looked to the side, his tone indifferent: "Wasn’t that found by you?"
Bai Zhi’er was surprised, her soft voice: "Though Zhi Bao is quite capable, I hadn’t even acted yet! Soone brought the evidence and left it on the windowsill."
"Didn’t even leave a na, I also don’t know who did this good deed~"
Feng Fuce’s thin lips pressed together, his long eyebrows raising as he said: "Why think so much, the people are caught, that’s what matters."
Bai Zhi’er tilted her little head: "How can I thank him if I don’t know who he is?"
"He didn’t leave a na, perhaps he doesn’t need your thanks." Feng Fuce said blandly.
Bai Zhi’er held her cheeks with her little hands, long eyelashes fluttering, deep in thought.
Her black eyes suddenly looked at Feng Fuce.
"Last ti, soone gave Zhi’er the Wuxiang Pearl, alleviating an ergency, at that ti, Brother Fu Ce also knew."
"This ti, soone has again brought the evidence land deed, making Zheng Jin’s cri solid, this Brother Fu Ce has also been involved."
"Could it be..." Bai Zhi’er’s tiny voice lowered.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but sit up straight.
He turned his eyes to gaze at Bai Zhi’er’s bright, shiny black eyes, staring at him unblinkingly.
Why does he have a guilty feeling?
He frowned.
"What are you looking at; you think it’s ?" Feng Fuce’s tone was nonchalant and lazy, but his gaze quickly shifted away.
Bai Zhi’er imdiately waved her little hand: "Definitely can’t be you!"
Feng Fuce furrowed his long eyebrows at this mont, turning to look at her: "Why so sure?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, saying: "Because Brother Fu Ce wouldn’t do sothing so redundant, if you had evidence, you’d directly give it to my father, right? Why send it to !"
"Could it be Brother Chu Ping did the good deed?" She tilted her little head.
A hint of cold laughter flashed in Feng Fuce’s icy eyes: "Chu Ping doesn’t have that capability."
Bai Zhi’er pouted: "That’s true, Brother Chu Ping does seem a bit silly."
Unable to figure out who, the little one simply stopped thinking about it.
Coincidentally, the carriage had co to a stop.
Feng Fuce instinctively intended to lift his body out of the carriage.
However, a soft little hand again tugged his sleeve.
He turned back and saw Bai Zhi’er extending two little arms.
Waiting for him to carry her down again.
Feng Fuce’s thin lips pressed into a cold line.
He took Bai Zhi’er in his arms and together they disembarked the carriage.
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