Zhi Bao also felt it made sense, obediently nodding, "Daddy is great, let’s try it later!"
Bai Xilie chuckled softly as he stroked his daughter’s little head.
He wasn’t truly concerned about Feng Fuce’s reputation.
Instead, he was usually busy with political duties and wanted to find ways for his good daughter to have enjoyable activities.
After all, with Marquis Wan accompanying Zhi Bao for amusent, it was really not bad.
Bai Xilie was very satisfied.
That afternoon.
Zhi’er wanted to go to the Xiuluo Guard to find Feng Fuce and accompany him on a patrol outside the palace.
But when the little one arrived, the Xiuluo Envoy guarding the gate said the Marquis had gone out on business early in the morning.
With no other options, Zhi’er thought she had already co out, so she might as well go out and play on her own!
The little one rode a carriage, allowing the coachman to wander aimlessly.
Today, the autumn sky was high and clear, and the cool yet not bone-chilling wind blew through the window, brushing Zhi’er’s chubby little cheeks.
She took a bite of the pastry she brought from the palace.
She asked the coachman, "Coachman Uncle, every ti I leave the palace, it’s you driving the carriage. Do you drive many, many horses?"
The coachman, a man in his fifties, was vigorous and always wore a kind smile.
Hearing the princess talking to him, he imdiately replied, "Your Highness, I have been driving for the Emperor for nearly ten years."
"Oh? That long, I wasn’t even born yet!" The little one blinked her round eyes.
The coachman laughed heartily, "Yes, I have seen with my own eyes how the Emperor worked his way up to this position today, it truly wasn’t easy."
Zhi’er tilted her little head, "Then you must also know my little uncle, Prince Qing?"
ntioning Prince Qing, the coachman’s smile suddenly froze.
He gave a dry laugh, "Indeed, I have t Prince Qing a few tis, but as a re coachman, I wouldn’t say I really know the noble."
Zhi’er imdiately gave a sweet smile, "You have served our family all along, surely you know or have heard of my uncle’s likes? What does he like?"
"Huh? Prince Qing’s preferences? This... I’m not quite sure."
"So Coachman Uncle doesn’t know either, oh well." The little one lowered her head, her voice full of disappointnt.
The coachman, who had watched Zhi’er grow up, had long served the Bai Family loyally and couldn’t bear to hear the little princess sound so desolate.
He quickly said, "Actually, thinking carefully, when Prince Qing first ca to the Capital, he quite liked the chestnut cake from that shop on West Street."
Upon hearing this, Zhi’er imdiately lifted her little head, her pair of round black eyes sparkling.
"Chestnut cake is great! It’s autumn now, the perfect ti to eat chestnuts. Coachman Uncle, let’s go buy so, and afterward, I want to go to Prince Qing Mansion!"
The coachman hesitated, "To Prince Qing Mansion? But Your Highness, I heard Prince Qing likes to travel around and is rarely at the mansion."
Zhi’er lightly blinked her long lashes, her dark eyes clear and pure.
"It’s alright, I’ll just wait for a while. If he’s not there, we’ll head back to the palace."
She didn’t believe her little uncle would be heartless enough to cause trouble for her academy.
If her little uncle didn’t like her, she’d just bring him delicious pastries!
One plate wasn’t enough, then two plates!
In the little one’s mind, there’s nothing that good food can’t solve~
Half an hour later.
Zhi’er walked into Prince Qing Mansion with a small box of fragrant chestnut cakes, swinging boldly.
The gatekeeper followed her with a smile, "Your Highness, the Prince still hasn’t returned ho."
Zhi’er waved her little hand, "It’s okay, I’ll deliver the food to his study, stay for a bit, and then I’ll leave!"
That way, if one day her little uncle returned to the study, he would see the food she brought right away!
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