Pri Minister Wen raised his head and saw little Bai Zhi’er half hiding at the door, peeking at him with her little head.
When Pri Minister Wen looked over, the little one quickly shrank back and hid again.
Pri Minister Wen was montarily stunned, then couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
He walked outside and found Bai Zhi’er covering her eyes with her small hands.
Her soft lips muttered, "You can’t see , you can’t see , Uncle Wen can’t see ~"
Pri Minister Wen clasped his hands in salute: "Greetings, Your Highness the Princess."
Bai Zhi’er’s childish voice paused, and she put down her little hands, blinking her big round eyes at him.
"Uncle Wen, I didn’t an to disturb you. I just wanted to see if you were done with your work."
Seeing the Princess looking so well-behaved and adorable, Pri Minister Wen couldn’t help but smile even more gently.
He bowed his head and spoke respectfully and kindly, "Is there anything Princess wants to help with?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded, then shook her head.
"There’s sothing I don’t understand, and I want to ask Uncle Wen."
After speaking, the little one waved her hand, "Uncle, you go ahead and finish your work first. I’ll ask you when you’re done!"
Pri Minister Wen turned back and glanced at the stack of morials on the table.
These were the docunts returned by the Emperor, those with problems.
He was responsible for sorting and summarizing these docunts, then distributing them to the corresponding departnts to have them reworded or revised.
This kind of work usually kept him busy for the entire day.
Pri Minister Wen withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Zhi’er’s bright big eyes.
The little one, just like a small radish head, was only four years old but already more sensible and obedient than many children.
Recalling the hardships the Princess endured in previous years, Pri Minister Wen told a lie.
"Please rest assured, Your Highness. I am not busy, and there’s nothing much to do. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
With these words, Pri Minister Wen made a gesture of invitation.
"Please, Your Highness, step inside."
Bai Zhi’er walked in with her little feet pattering.
The first thing she saw was a pot of purple flowers on Pri Minister Wen’s large mahogany table.
The little one also examined Pri Minister Wen’s facial features.
After she sat in the chair, she softly said, "Uncle Wen, you shouldn’t have flowers on your table."
Pri Minister Wen brought over a cup of clear tea, handed it over with both hands, and asked, quite puzzled, "Why is that?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her eyes: "It’s not good for your health; it will make you cough often."
She extended her little hand, pointing around within the hall.
"Here, there, and over there, all these flowers must be removed. They shouldn’t be placed here."
Pri Minister Wen looked at the flowers Bai Zhi’er pointed at, which were his favorite.
He had no other hobbies in private; he just liked to grow flowers and plants.
The few pots in the hall were all carefully tended by Pri Minister Wen.
Bai Zhi’er saw his reluctance.
Like a little grown-up, she comforted him: "Uncle Wen, you can move these flowers outside to the corridor. Each ti you go in and out, you can admire them, and that’s enough."
"If you keep them here for too long, it’s bad for your illness, and it will make the condition worse!"
Flowers belong to wood, and wood conflicts with the liver and lungs; Uncle Wen is not suitable for keeping these.
He currently only has a simple cough, but Bai Zhi’er noticed that if this illness drags on, it will turn into tuberculosis.
By that ti, it could result in coughing blood at best or in death at worst.
She had read in the Heavenly Book that, in the mortal world, tuberculosis is a deadly disease!
Uncle Wen is so gentle and elegant; she doesn’t want him to pass away.
Pri Minister Wen was utterly confused, but he didn’t question much further.
Regarding Bai Zhi’er’s instructions, Pri Minister Wen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I will instruct soone to follow through imdiately."
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