Bai Zhi’er puffed her pink cheeks, "Then why don’t you apologize to this old man?"
The Minister of Revenue quickly turned to Uncle Chang, "It’s my fault, I was wrong. I didn’t understand your situation clearly, old man, I hope you won’t bla ."
Uncle Chang, being old, perhaps recalled family mbers who died on the battlefield, and sadness overwheld him, leaving him lost in thought for a while.
Faced with the Minister of Revenue’s words, Uncle Chang simply waved his hand weakly.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, "Now that the truth is out, in my opinion, this house isn’t just small; it’s rather tiny."
"Uncle Chang lost an eye and a leg on the battlefield; he should be assigned two servants to help run errands."
Feng Fuce turned and said calmly to Lei Hu, "Write down what the Princess said and arrange soone to co by tomorrow."
"Yes."
Uncle Chang quickly refused politely.
"Your Highness, thank you for your kindness, but I really don’t need so many people to serve . Even these two girls serving were arranged by the Prince."
Bai Zhi’er said with a beaming smile, "Servants have many inconveniences; it’s better to have strong servants!"
"Find two strong n to protect Grandpa Chang, then no one will co into your house to bully you!"
After speaking, the little one glanced at the Minister of Revenue.
The Minister of Revenue felt ashad and bowed, "I shall wait at the door for the Princess and Marquis."
Taking this opportunity, Bai Zhi’er walked beside Uncle Chang.
"Old man, you ntioned the Prince, is it my uncle Prince Qing? He is truly good to you!"
Speaking of Prince Qing, Uncle Chang’s expression softened noticeably.
"The Prince loves the people like his own children and takes great care of us forr subordinates and soldiers."
"Thanks to the Prince’s kindness, we can still live peacefully after returning ho."
"Not only have I benefited from the Prince’s kindness, but so of my comrades—if their children encounter troubleso issues, the Prince helps us as much as he can."
"For soone like , alone, the Prince visits whenever he has ti. The Prince is truly a good man!"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes.
Hmm, hearing this, her uncle Prince Qing is indeed a good person.
He doesn’t seem to be the type to deliberately send people to ss with her Wen Mansion.
After finding out the truth, Bai Zhi’er had Feng Fuce send people to buy so food and gift it to Uncle Chang.
No matter what was said, Uncle Chang refused to accept it.
As a soldier, he has his own dignity.
But Bai Zhi’er said, "Grandpa Chang, you have to accept this; my father instructed to give it to you before I left."
Uncle Chang was stunned, "Emperor?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded, "Yes, my father said, once the cause is understood, if there’s indeed another story, then gift silver taels as a consolation."
"Grandpa Chang, don’t worry and be afraid. Your injuries were caused while defending Great Chu, and as such, my father won’t abandon you."
The little one finished speaking and stuffed the money into his hand.
This ti, Uncle Chang did not refuse anymore. Instead, tears stread down his face as he sobbed and expressed gratitude.
After Bai Zhi’er and others left, in a dark alley on the street, a man wearing a bamboo hat turned away.
In the carriage returning to the palace.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you check into the background of this Uncle Chang?"
Bai Zhi’er bit into the pastry, crumbs covering her lips.
She licked her lips, blinked her big eyes and said, "I understood a bit, but seeing is believing. After visiting him, Grandpa Chang truly has disabilities."
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