Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Explain what? I really fell asleep."
Bai Zhi’er was montarily at a loss for words.
She blinked her dark, long lashes, her delicate little face was beautiful and cute.
The little one mumbled, "But you shouldn’t have taken so many whippings, fifty lashes!"
She held up five chubby little fingers, her eyes wide and round.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle, "I don’t fear pain, getting hit doesn’t feel like much."
Bai Zhi’er was completely speechless.
After a while, the little one pouted and said, "Alright... turns out it’s because of thick skin..."
Feng Fuce’s leisurely and lazy deanor faded, his eyes turning cold, "What?"
Bai Zhi’er quickly gave a sweet smile, "I said Brother Fu Ce has a body as strong as steel, so impressive!"
Feng Fuce sneered, "Little rascal."
Saying bad things but not daring to admit it.
"Big rascal!" Bai Zhi’er retorted defiantly.
After thinking it over, Bai Zhi’er spoke softly and reasoned with him.
"Brother Fu Ce, see, I just helped you, so we’re friends now, let’s not bully each other anymore."
"Promise Zhi’er, when I go out later, you don’t interfere, and we’ll cover for each other, okay?"
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, bent slightly, and leaned in to scrutinize the little one’s beautiful eyes.
"By doing this, there seems to be no benefit for and it puts at risk of being discovered by the Emperor, doesn’t it, hmm?"
His voice was pleasant and refined, with a touch of youthful delight.
Bai Zhi’er’s round little face was fraught with trouble.
Benefits...
What benefit could she offer Feng Fuce?
In his eyes, like the Black Abyss stirring with deep currents.
Feng Fuce waited patiently, raising his eyebrow.
He really wanted to hear what the little one could promise.
Finally, Bai Zhi’er took a deep breath, as if making a decision.
"From now on, every day, I’ll save you half of the milk cake I eat."
The deep interest in Feng Fuce’s eyes extinguished instantly.
The boy’s gaze turned cold, "I don’t eat that."
Bai Zhi’er panicked, "The milk cake is really delicious, Dad specifically asked the Imperial Kitchen to make it for , no one else can eat it! You haven’t tried it, how do you know you don’t like it?"
Feng Fuce answered simply, "I don’t like sweet things."
Bai Zhi’er widened her eyes, her little face full of words saying he didn’t know what was good.
The naughty brother should live with Mother for a while, so he knows how happy life is now.
Since living with Mother, the little one drinks Immortal Wind Jade Dew every day.
If she’s craving, Mother just throws her into a spring full of Spiritual Power, letting her feed on it.
Occasionally, when Bai Zhi’er is bored, she turns into a pink-gold little Jinli and swims in the Turquoise Pool.
Taking a bite of lotus nourished by Immortal fog is considered indulgent!
After coming to Dad’s side, although the place isn’t as good as the immortal palace, at least she eats delicacies every day!
Oh, the mortal world’s delicacies are the second reason this little one willingly stays.
Bai Zhi’er pouted her pink cheeks, glaring at Feng Fuce, "You’re so picky, I’m ignoring you, hmph! Brother Fu Ce, you’re already so big, yet you’re still fussy about food!"
Suddenly, Bai Xilie pushed the door open, his expression solemn.
"Marquis Wan, imdiately take your n and go seal off the Clothes Cleaning Bureau."
The situation had beco serious.
During today’s evening inspection of the Clothes Cleaning Bureau, seven people were found to have varying degrees of rash on their bodies.
Si Zheng was definitely not the first person to be infected.
This ans, there are more in the Clothes Cleaning Bureau!
Bai Zhi’er tugged at her father’s sleeve with her small hand.
She looked up, her dark eyes pure, "Dad, those who are sick, what will happen to them? Will you kill them?"
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