The two festive candles on the stage flicker faintly.
Prince Kang blinks his drunken eyes, looking around.
He shouts loudly, "Where is everyone? Where did they all go!"
After listening to the opera in the evening, he went to a private room to drink with friends.
Wasn’t it bustling with noise just now?
Right at this mont, a song cos from the backyard.
This voice, like a lant, and like a confession, resembles pear blossoms dripping with tears in the rainy night, compelling one to go and see what’s happening.
Prince Kang is almost sober now.
He squints and frowns, looking at the doorway leading to the backyard, which is pitch black.
"At this hour, still singing, what a bother!"
Prince Kang flicks his sleeves and is about to leave.
Suddenly!
The song in the backyard abruptly changes.
"Where did you run off to, not coming back yet!" This sharp and stern rebuke sounds nearly like the voice of Princess Consort Kang!
Prince Kang halts his steps.
Hearing his wife’s voice, he instantly turns his head: "Hui Niang?"
The na of Princess Consort Kang is Li Huiniang.
Prince Kang looks skeptically at that dark doorway not far away.
No more sound cos.
But he is even more puzzled.
Prince Kang suddenly realizes, "Could it be that she ca looking for at the opera house because I returned too late?"
After speaking, he imdiately lifts his robe and strides quickly toward the backyard.
"Hui Niang! Let explain, those bastards insisted I drink with them, it wasn’t that I had to drink! When you see , don’t hit !"
After Prince Kang’s figure enters the door like a Black Abyss, the festive candle flas on the stage suddenly extinguish.
At the sa ti.
Bai Zhi’er skips lightly along the palace road.
Qingi leads a group of palace attendants following her, watching the little princess play as she walks.
The road to the inner palace passes through the gatehouse of the Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce happens to be leading people out from the Xiuluo Guard for errands.
However, as he steps out, he catches a glimpse of Bai Zhi’er approaching from afar.
Feng Fuce pauses and imdiately retreats with his people.
Chu Ping wonders, "Marquis, are we not leaving?"
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes deepen, "We’ll leave later."
Bai Zhi’er coming over now, perhaps, is to find him?
But no matter what, given the little rascal’s nature, she will surely co in to play before leaving.
Since their farewell at Xijiang Yue, it’s been two or three days since Feng Fuce saw her.
Thinking of this.
Feng Fuce turns around, instructing the Xiu Luo Envoys to temporarily attend to other matters.
Then, he stands with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, looking up at a tree.
Appearing leisurely and bored, yet his mind, cold and attentive, stays focused on the doorway’s stirrings.
However, after waiting for a long ti, he doesn’t hear Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice ring out.
Feng Fuce gently frowns.
At this pace, she should have passed by already.
He walks to the door, looking out.
Unexpectedly, he sees Bai Zhi’er walking on another palace road, soon disappearing with Qingi beyond the corner.
Feng Fuce is montarily stunned, his icy eyes turning even darker and colder!
This little rascal... wasn’t specifically coming to find him.
In these few days without exchanging words, did she not rember him either?
Moreover, Bai Zhi’er didn’t even pass by the front of the Xiuluo Guard.
Chu Ping, seeing Feng Fuce standing at the door looking out, curiously approaches, "Marquis, what are you looking at?"
Feng Fuce glances coldly, "Stop the nonsense, call Lei Hu and the others to go out with ."
After speaking, the young man takes the lead, walking out with an imposing presence.
Chu Ping scratches his head, even more puzzled.
Why does it seem like the Marquis’s mood has gotten worse!
The tone just now sounded sowhat gritting.
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