However, Bai Zhi’er also ntioned that the other party had Prince Qing’s private seal.
Among the current officials in court, the Six Ministers, along with the Pri Minister, Historian, and so high-ranking officials, have all seen Prince Qing’s private seal.
If soone intends to imitate it, there would be no problem.
This indeed makes it rather intriguing.
After Bai Xilie ascended the throne, he swore at his parents’ morial tablets.
Though he is the Emperor, he will never allow fraternal strife to occur.
All the Bai family children, except his own daughter, the boys are made Princely Heirs, and the girls Commandery Princesses.
Everyone can have their own fiefdom, Bai Xilie treats them all equally.
He wholeheartedly maintains Bai family’s unity, so this ti he must find out who is secretly framing them.
Bai Xilie knows that if he’s not present in court, the officials would be more daring in offering advice.
After the Minister of Revenue stepped forward, Bai Xilie was more certain that this is a conspiracy against Prince Qing.
Or to go deeper, it is an attempt to cause discord between the two brothers.
But, what is the purpose of the other party doing this?
Bai Xilie couldn’t understand.
His younger brother Prince Qing is reluctant to take power nowadays, and can be considered idle.
He spends his days in places of pleasure, rarely appearing in the court.
Having wandered off to travel a few months ago, he only returned recently in the past two weeks.
With such a person, even if there is discord between the brothers, what benefit could it bring to the mastermind?
Bai Zhi’er noticed her father’s distress.
She gently patted Bai Xilie’s hand, blinking her big eyes, and said, "Father, it’s okay, I’ll visit that old man’s house with Brother Fuce this afternoon, then we’ll know why uncle gave him so much silver."
After all, a common retired soldier would not receive so much money from the governnt without Prince Qing’s protection.
It seems Prince Qing must have personally instructed this.
Bai Xilie, unable to leave the palace, happily agreed to his daughter’s request.
"Zhi’er, does this an Marquis Wan now has your trust?" Bai Xilie asked with a smile.
The little one nodded vigorously, "Yes, Brother Fuce is really good, everyone says he is fierce, but he is very caring towards , I like him!"
Hearing her words, Bai Xilie felt more at ease with Feng Fuce accompanying his daughter.
Strong in martial skills, forever composed.
Midday.
Bai Zhi’er was still napping when she heard Feng Fuce’s cold voice at the door.
"If you don’t get up now, it will be sunset at West Mountain."
The little one jolted awake, sitting up with the blanket draped over her, swaying sleepily left and right.
She rubbed her eyes, "Brother Fuce is already here? Why so urgent!"
Bai Zhi’er complained while extending her small arms, letting Qingi dress her.
After a while, having gotten dressed, she went outside, Feng Fuce had already waited for thirty minutes.
The young man saw her in bright purple today, radiant like a beautiful lily of the valley, lively to the utmost.
Suddenly, he felt an urge to pinch her small face.
Before Feng Fuce could act, Bai Zhi’er had already actively held his finger.
"Brother Fuce, what are you daydreaming about, let’s hurry and set off."
"Now you know how to rush , don’t know who was dawdling earlier."
Having said that, he picked her up horizontally and swiftly headed to the palace gate.
There, a carriage was already waiting.
Sixteen Xiu Luo Envoys with sharp armor, like cold Black Evil Gods.
"Princess, Marquis!" They cupped their fists in salute.
Bai Zhi’er waved her little hand, smiling sweetly, "Xiu Luo Envoy brothers~"
Before her smile fully blood, Feng Fuce stuffed her into the carriage.
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