Historian Wang, full of excitent, took out his pen to record the Princess’s wisdom and valor.
Bai Zhi’er, encouraged, was instantly even happier.
She straightened her small fra, embodying the responsibility despite being just a little child!
The little girl blinked her round watery eyes and asked, "Co on, uncles, what else needs reporting? Tell everything!"
Feng Fuce looked at her, amusent flickering in his eyes.
He then turned to the civil and military officials, as if selecting the next person to step forward.
The ministers were evidently afraid.
Rather than waiting for Marquis Wan to call them out, it was better to take the initiative.
Pri Minister Wen graciously led by example, stepping forth respectfully: "Your Highness, the festival is approaching. Last ti, it was decided with the Emperor that we wouldn’t set off fireworks or firecrackers, thus saving three thousand taels of silver which can be used elsewhere."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er widened her eyes: "No fireworks? No firecrackers either? That’s not right!"
"It’s not a proper New Year celebration without all the excitent. Why wouldn’t Father want to set them off? I think the more, the rrier!"
"The New Year cos only once a year; it’s a day for family reunion and happiness and should be celebrated with firecrackers."
Before, when she lived in the immortal palace with her mother.
Every New Year, her mother would hold her, standing on the clouds, looking down at the human world.
When the fireworks filled the sky, how bright they seed.
In Bai Zhi’er’s eyes, looking down at the ti, it was as if the night sky had turned into a river of stars, and the fireworks beca the sparkling blooms within.
These all made the little girl yearn for it too.
Pri Minister Wen didn’t expect the Princess to say that.
He paused, his gaze shifting to Feng Fuce nearby.
"It was originally Marquis Wan’s suggestion, fearing the fireworks and firecrackers could hurt soone."
Bai Zhi’er also looked at Feng Fuce.
When facing soone familiar, the little one’s voice was noticeably softer.
It was almost like she was acting spoiled.
"Brother Fuce, would you change your mind? Fireworks and firecrackers, they look so beautiful."
Feng Fuce’s dark eyes were as black as ink, his handso face pale and cold, like a fine jade.
Looking at Bai Zhi’er, Feng Fuce slightly raised his chin: "You decide."
The ministers couldn’t help but feel a surge of astonishnt.
Such a strong and ruthless person as Marquis Wan, always doing things his own way, even disregarding the Emperor’s opinions, actually complying with the Princess’s idea.
Bai Zhi’er bead with delight, her eyes squinting with joy: "Uncle Pri Minister, arrange for the fireworks and firecrackers then!"
"Yes."
With Pri Minister Wen leading the way, Historian Wang quickly followed, reporting so trivial matters.
Soon after, Minister of War ng Chang also ca forward, ntioning how his brother-in-law had previously offended the Princess, and now cautiously reporting state affairs.
Bai Zhi’er organized everything thodically.
Using the most innocent voice, she made the most direct and effective decisions.
Initially, the ministers thought Princess Cui Cuo was too young to understand anything.
But after half an hour with Bai Zhi’er, they found the little Princess had clarity and opinions on matters big and small.
Furthermore, when matters concerned the common people, the little Princess always listened seriously and judged fairly.
If the people were wronged, she would imdiately assign officials to pursue the matter to the end.
Gradually, all the officials began to report their affairs.
In the end, Bai Zhi’er listened to the chit-chatter around her.
She quickly waved her little hand, propping her face with her hand, like a deflated pink mochi.
"Uncles, take a break, I’m hungry!"
Phew~ So tiring!
It turns out Father has to deal with so many things every day.
Qingi hurriedly ordered: "Bring the Princess’s milk up!"
Soon, Bai Xilie in his dragon robe hurried to the Jinluan Palace.
He was panting, looking at the ministers standing respectfully waiting.
And on the Dragon Chair, his precious daughter was enjoying a cup of warm sweet milk under the eyes of all.
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