Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips together, his fair and handso face shrouded in a misty coolness: "Let think."
Bai Zhi'er looked at him eagerly.
The young boy pretended to think, but was secretly evaluating the little one.
Her pair of watery, dark eyes shimred with a pitiful glow.
Feng Fuce couldn't help but recall their first eting, where she was just as innocent and small, waiting for him to return the sweet potato.
So adorably obedient that one might want to hold her in their palm.
Bai Zhier looked at him for a while, only to hear Feng Fuce chuckle icily, then resolutely say, "No."
The little one's face, full of expectation and hope, suddenly flared with a fierce, adorable anger!
"You! You are a big bad guy!"
"I am." Feng Fuce nodded, openly admitting it.
He squinted with a sneer: "As long as I can protect the Princess's safety, what does it matter if you curse a few more tis?"
Besides, there were plenty of people who cursed him, he didn't care.
Bai Zhi'er saw she couldn't outargue him.
Huffily stomping her little feet, she returned to sit on the low couch.
She cupped her cheeks with her small, chubby hands, her bright black eyes full
of annoyance, staring ungraciously at Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce pretended not to notice the little one's resentful expression.
He surveyed the outer hall with his hands behind his back.
His face was calm and lazy, but his downcast, cold eyes contained his own thoughts.
He could have ignored Bai Zhi'er's life or death.
If she wanted to contact Qingi, let her, so she could die faster for him to consu in the end.
However, Feng Fuce's first reaction was to stop her.
He thought for a while about his reasons for doing so.
After pondering, he concluded that he simply didn't want Bai Zhi'er to develop such rashes, which would affect his appetite.
Although devouring fortune and skin are unrelated.
But he wouldn't eat a spoiled little one.
That must be it.
Soon enough, Bai Xilie arrived upon hearing the news.
Worried about his daughter, he hadn't even finished reading his morials.
As soon as Bai Zhi'er saw her father, her round little face showed a grievance. She trotted over to Bai Xilie, her voice babyish as she began to complain. "Papa, Brother Fuce is so bad, he defied Zhi Bao's wishes and wouldn't let go out."
Bai Xilie scooped his daughter into his arms.
With a big hand, he brushed away the stray hair on her forehead, looking into her lively and pretty eyes.
"Zhi'er, the palace is dangerous now, you must stay obediently inside the hall, don't run around, and wait for Papa to settle the others, then I'll co keep you company, alright?"
Bai Xilie spoke these words with a father's affection evident on his face.
He had just heard about Si Zheng's situation from the Imperial Guard and the Xiuluo Guard.
If it's smallpox, a single case ans many more outbreaks are imminent. Moreover, Si Zheng had worked at the Clothes Cleaning Bureau when she was alive.
was!
The Clothes Cleaning Bureau was full of lowly slaves and had the worst conditions within the whole palace!
Bai Xilie felt only fortunate.
At least it wasn't his daughter who got hurt.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her long, thick eyelashes, her face white and soft.
"Papa," her voice was soft, "don't frown, it's not that serious, with Zhi Bao here, everything will turn bad into good."
The little one's hand stroked her father's brows.
Bai Xilie closed his eyes, feeling all kinds of emotions, a heightened sense of
responsibility rising in him.
Smallpox was on the verge of breaking out, coinciding with the court's treasury crisis.
All sorts of difficulties started appearing before him.
But for his daughter, Bai Xilie would hold on!
Seeing her father a bit troubled, the little one didn't continue fussing with
complaints.
Instead, she obediently went to sit on the soft couch.
Feng Fuce followed Bai Xilie out of Ruizhu Palace.
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