It’s Jing Jia!
Bai Xilie looked around, only to feel that in the vast immortal fog before him stood a graceful and elegant woman.
This figure, he had recalled countless tis in his dreams.
It was his beloved wife!
"Jing Jia..." Bai Xilie murmured, "I’m taking good care of our daughter."
Her face was shrouded in the white mist, revealing only occasionally a glimpse of red lips.
But just a glance was enough to enchant anyone.
Jing Jia pursed her lips, with a hint of coquettish bla in her tone.
"How are you taking good care of her? It’s so cold at night, yet you don’t cover her with a quilt."
Just that one sentence jolted Bai Xilie wide awake.
He quickly looked at the daughter in his arms.
Bai Zhi’er was sleeping soundly, her little face rosy.
From the side, her chubby cheek resembled a small hill.
Her skin was delicate and fair, surely soft to the touch.
But at that mont, Bai Zhi’er shivered in her sleep and sneezed.
"Ah-choo—" The little one startled herself awake.
She blinked her drowsy, watery eyes and looked around.
Her small hand instinctively clutched Bai Xilie’s chest, not yet fully awake.
Her baby voice, sweet and slightly grumbling, said, "Milk... oh, it’s Daddy, Daddy doesn’t have milk..."
Saying this, she leaned forward, leaning her little head on Bai Xilie’s chest and fell asleep again.
Bai Xilie widened his deep eyes.
It was his first ti raising a daughter, unaware that a child, upon waking, would ask for milk?
Bai Xilie made a ntal note of this.
Tomorrow, he’d make arrangents to have so milk cake prepared.
Ahead of him, there were still heaps of docunts piled like small mountains.
But he no longer wished to process them, cradling his daughter, he gently placed her on the soft bed.
Then he covered her with a brocade quilt and instructed the palace attendant to fuel the earth dragon a bit more.
After finishing these tasks, he leaned against the bedside.
Involuntarily, he recalled Jing Jia’s voice from the dream.
So, she was also watching over their daughter.
Bai Zhi’er was the precious outco of their love.
At this thought, Bai Xilie’s thick eyebrows and dark eyes, set on a remarkably handso face, could not help but reveal a gentle smile.
Today, Si Zheng said, helping Jing Jia with her shoes would tarnish his reputation.
Yet he thought... though she never appeared, not even giving him a chance to help with her shoes.
Bai Xilie tilted his head back and sighed softly.
It was better to govern the country well and raise their daughter safely.
One day, they would surely reunite.
The next day, everyone in the palace knew that Chief Aunt Si Zheng, who had been domineering for two years, offended the Princess and was imdiately demoted to a lowly slave by the Emperor!
The Imperial Guard publicly struck her fifty tis, leaving her back bruised and purple!
At the back of the Clothes Cleaning Bureau, in the narrow, cramped quarters where the slaves lived, cold in winter and hot in sumr.
Si Zheng lay trembling on the bed, her back exposed, waiting for the applied dicine to be absorbed.
Soone pushed the door open and ca in.
"You were looking for ?" The person’s voice was like a crow, hoarse and unpleasant.
Si Zheng turned her gaze, looking at the man standing in the doorway wearing an Asura mask.
"Help with sothing!" She laid out her plan.
The Xiu Luo Envoy furrowed his brow directly.
"You want to deal with the Princess? You’re really risking your life."
Si Zheng gritted her teeth, her gaze filled with venom: "What Princess, maybe she’s just an imposter bastard!"
"Let tell you, if you don’t help , I’ll expose how you helped sabotage Qingi from becoming Chief Aunt back then!"
"We’re already in the sa boat, whether you help or not, you must help!"
A vicious gleam flashed across the Xiu Luo Envoy’s small eyes.
He stared at Si Zheng for a while before saying, "Alright, I’ll find a chance to do it, but you know, Marquis Wan is hard to deal with, if he notices anything, neither of us will fare well."
"Marquis Wan doesn’t know the Princess, why would he pay attention to her affairs? Boldly help with this, and you’ll be well rewarded!" Si Zheng finished, and the man finally left.
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