Bai Zhi’er blinked her jet-black eyes, looking at Guoguo’s hand.
"Guoguo, how did you get hurt too?"
Chu Ping quickly answered for him, "Guoguo was the first to discover the miscreants. While fighting them, he accidentally got scratched."
"Later on, he even helped us put out the fire and subdued those assassins!"
The little one clapped her hands, "Guoguo, you’re amazing!"
Chu Ping nodded in agreent, "Exactly! Marquis, Guoguo was so brave and fearless in the face of danger and didn’t run away amidst the chaos. Perhaps you should reward him with sothing."
Guoguo froze for a mont, then pretended to be indifferent, "I don’t need any reward. It’s mainly because of the trees in your backyard, they..."
"Fine, award him half a chest of silver. Chu Ping, you go fetch it for him." Feng Fuce decisively interrupted Guoguo.
Everyone present was taken aback.
To give a reward just like that?
Chu Ping’s eyes were filled with envy.
"Half a chest?! Marquis, I would like that too."
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips together, "Less talking, go get it."
The young man’s peripheral vision noticed the innocent look on Bai Zhi’er’s little face.
Feng Fuce let out a soft sigh.
He wanted to confess to Bai Zhi’er alone, yet he was always unlucky every ti he tried.
If it wasn’t one interruption, it was another delay.
At this mont, Qingi said, "Princess, we’ve been out for a while now and should head back."
"The little bamboo bear, Tang yuan, you brought back has been entrusted to two palace attendants who used to take care of large birds of prey. I’ll take you to see them."
The little one, rembering her Tang yuan, quickly nodded, "Alright!"
She then turned her head to Feng Fuce, "Brother Fu Ce, I’m leaving. Brother Chu Ping and Guoguo, take care and rest well. I’ll visit you another day!"
Chu Ping was reluctant to see her go, "Leaving already? Let escort you."
Bai Zhi’er, with her little steps, walked to the door and suddenly turned back to look at Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, you won’t forget next ti, right?" She blinked her bright eyes and asked.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Forget what?"
"Forget what to call . Now that I’m leaving, what are you supposed to say?" The little one cupped her ears with her hands, pretending to listen, her face lively and charming.
Feng Fuce paused.
He coldly glanced around the room.
Chu Ping, Guoguo, Qingi, and several Xiu Luo Envoys all had their eyes fixed on him.
Was he supposed to call her that in front of everyone...?
Bai Zhi’er’s childish voice urged once more, "Speak! Why are you so silent?"
Feng Fuce had no choice but to relent.
He sighed quietly, closed his eyes. After a mont, he admitted defeatedly, "Zhi’er, goodbye."
The little one was finally satisfied, her eyes narrowing with a brilliant smile, "See you next ti!"
With that, she trotted off happily with her little steps.
Feng Fuce opened his cold eyes, finding Chu Ping gazing at him with a look of mixed emotions.
The young man’s eyebrows furrowed, "What are you looking at?"
Chu Ping quickly waved his hand, holding back a laugh, "I was just thinking, how is it that the Princess’s na sounds so nice coming from the Marquis’s mouth?"
Feng Fuce’s expression imdiately turned dark and cold!
Chu Ping dared to tease him?
Seeing Feng Fuce emanating a low pressure, Chu Ping hurriedly dragged Guoguo away.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to get that half chest of silver!"
After they left, Feng Fuce sat back on the chair.
He gently rotated the White Jade Ring on his thumb, his cold eyes pondering.
He no longer wanted to keep Bai Zhi’er in the dark.
But when could he confess without any hindrance?
He wondered if the little rascal would be angry once she found out he’d kept it from her for so long.
Feng Fuce leaned back in the chair, closing his cold eyes.
"Zhi’er..." he savored the na repeatedly.
Initially, it felt awkward to call; now it seed to roll off the tongue a bit more naturally.
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