Feng Fuce’s long eyebrows slightly furrowed: "I didn’t remain indifferent, Bai Zhi’er, I..."
He hadn’t finished his sentence.
The little one raised their watery eyes, looking as if they were about to cry, interrupted him: "Brother Fuce, you’re so bad, I don’t like you anymore!"
Saying that, Bai Zhi’er turned around, stepped her little feet, quickly ran away.
A ruo was looking at Lu Wang, both feeling embarrassed.
Just as Bai Zhi’er ran away, A ruo hurriedly followed: "Princess!"
Fang Wushen also exclaid: "Zhi’er, little sister, where are you going?"
Bai Zhi’er directly left the Fang Mansion, the little one nimbly hopped onto the carriage, A ruo swiftly followed.
"Let’s go, back to the palace, hmph!" Bai Zhi’er wiped away the tears that seeped out with her small hand.
Feng Fuce had already chased to the door.
However, the carriage was dust and gone.
Fang Wushen grabbed Feng Fuce’s sleeve: "Why did Zhi’er, little sister, leave? You definitely bullied her, didn’t you!"
Feng Fuce had no ti to pay him any mind, even less interested in hitting him again.
He simply flicked his sleeves lightly, and Fang Wushen felt a huge force pushing him aside.
Feng Fuce mounted his horse, taking the Xiu Luo Envoy to chase Bai Zhi’er’s carriage.
The lad’s eyes were full of deep regret.
He should have told the little rascal the truth long ago.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so hurt.
anwhile, inside the carriage, Bai Zhi’er had already wiped her tears.
Although her eyes were still red, evidently she didn’t want to cry anymore.
Her small hand picked up pastries from the table, starting to enjoy them.
A ruo lifted the curtain to glance behind them.
Feng Fuce with the Xiu Luo Envoy, gloomily following behind.
The townsfolk on either side of the street were terrified, thinking the Xiuluo Guard was handling a case, they fled.
A ruo let down the curtain.
"Emperor, were you truly sad? What did that Marquis Wan do to anger you?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, her black eyes washed by tears, sparkling and lively.
"I wasn’t really sad, I was pretending to cry!"
"Pretending to cry!?" A ruo was surprised.
Bai Zhi’er finished eating the pastries, clapping away the crumbs with her small hands.
She wrinkled her little nose with a humph.
"Because Brother Fuce tricked , I was indeed a bit angry."
"However, I’d long suspected that Brother Fuce might be the one who gave the oranges!"
"So I don’t really bla him, but I just wanted to scare him a bit, to let him know that deceiving people is wrong!"
Saying this, Bai Zhi’er put her small hands on her hips: "Especially tricking a little kid like !"
A ruo listened, befuddled.
Still, she nodded heavily: "Whatever the Emperor does is right!"
"But..." A ruo pondered: "This Marquis Wan, truly remarkable, does the Emperor know, the Immortal Lord I ntioned before to you, he stays at Marquis Wan’s side!"
Bai Zhi’er paused in her action of drinking tea.
The little one blinked her round black eyes: "Stays by his side?"
"Yes, this Immortal Lord Lu Wang, is a bear that cultivated into an immortal, he was only guided a year ago, ascended through Heavenly Thunder to beco an immortal class."
"Currently, he’s at the nine layered heaven, managing so trivial tasks, helping immortals deliver things."
"I didn’t expect to et him here."
"He told he ca to the Lower Realm to learn, specifically choosing a formidable human to observe, presumably he was talking about Marquis Wan."
It’s difficult for animals to cultivate into immortals, they endure three hundred extra bolts of Heavenly Thunder.
Thus, it can be imagined that animals and spirits who beco Immortal Lords generally have powerful mana.
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