The Fourth and Fifth Heirs were a bit stunned.
They hurriedly chased after him: "Father!"
The Third and Sixth Princes gathered around their mother.
They all looked sowhat serious.
Although they had just supported their parents separating,
when the mont truly arrived for them to decide, they all felt uneasy.
Princess Consort Kang obviously no longer wanted to respond.
She waved her hand wearily, "I’m a bit tired and want to return to my room to rest. Yaoyu, Xingye, you send Zhi’er and the Marquis off for ."
"Yes, Mother." The two nodded.
Everyone watched as Princess Consort Kang left, supported by her maid, her back lonely.
Bai Zhi’er gently sighed, "We’ve co to this point, after all."
Her dark, moist eyes carried a bit of worry.
Because Bai Zhi’er could foresee Princess Consort Kang’s future difficulties.
Even though they separated, this event left a scar in her heart.
Causing her to be low-spirited all day long.
In less than three years, Princess Consort Kang would succumb due to heartache.
Bai Zhi’er pressed her pink lips tightly.
No way!
She had to find a way to help Third Aunt open up.
"Brother Fu Ce, let’s go back." She proactively tugged at Feng Fuce’s coat corner.
Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu and Sixth Prince Bai Xingye escorted them to the door.
Bai Zhi’er reminded them, "Although Third Uncle and Third Aunt will definitely separate, I guess that Third Uncle is also not feeling well right now."
She looked at the Third Young Master, "Third Brother, don’t argue with Third Uncle for the next few days; let him reflect properly on his own."
The Third Young Master was taken aback.
Sister truly understood him.
Knowing he had a fiery temper and couldn’t help but argue with Prince Kang.
Upon hearing this, Bai Yaoyu nodded, "Got it, I just won’t bother him."
"Alright, we’re leaving." Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce boarded the carriage.
Sixth Prince Bai Xingye suddenly took a couple strides forward, "Sister."
Bai Zhi’er peered out from the curtain, her eyes bright and inquisitive, "What’s up?"
Bai Xingye paused for a mont.
His voice then sounded muffled, "I am about to complete my training, and when I beco a Death Soldier, let co to your side to protect you."
Feng Fuce, sitting beside Bai Zhi’er, raised his long eyebrows upon hearing this.
He looked coldly at Bai Xingye through Bai Zhi’er’s swaying hairpin.
"Sixth Prince, I’m afraid you’re overthinking. With this marquis by the Princess’s side, there’s no need for a Hidden Guard." Feng Fuce said.
Bai Xingye stared with dark eyes at Feng Fuce, "It is you I’m worried about."
Feng Fuce: ...
What is there to worry about with him?
Bai Zhi’er chuckled, "Sixth Brother, stop fussing; everyone’s life is precious and shouldn’t be used to protect ."
After all, anyone wanting to offend her would have to consider if they were worthy!
Bai Zhi’er waved her hand as the carriage rolled over the cobblestones and departed.
"Brother Ce~" During this mont, Bai Zhi’er took hold of his sleeve and playfully shook it.
Upon hearing this tone, Feng Fuce chuckled lightly.
"What sche do you have this ti?" He glanced sideways at her.
Whenever Bai Zhi’er wanted sothing from him, she would cling to him like this.
Little Demon Pet probably knew that he never refused her requests, so if she spoke nicely with a softened attitude, he’d agree to everything.
Bai Zhi’er gave a sweet smile, her long lashes fluttering like small fans.
"In a while, could you take to a place?"
"Where?"
"Nanfeng Pavilion."
Feng Fuce’s expression suddenly chilled, raising his usually calm tone slightly.
"What?!"
Nanfeng Pavilion, akin to a brothel for won, was filled with beautiful male prostitutes.
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