Lei Hu was just about to answer.
Chu Ping gently nudged him with his elbow.
"The Marquis is not here, Your Highness, so we’ll take our leave now," Chu Ping said with a cheerful smile, pulling Lei Hu and leaving along the path.
Bai Zhi’er watched them leave before returning to join her classmates.
Including the fresh flowers gathered earlier, Bai Zhi’er and her group had collected twenty-six different kinds of mountain vegetation.
Everyone thought they would lose for sure.
But Bai Zhi’er did a divination, and they would definitely win!
She reassured everyone, saying, "We will win, don’t worry!"
When Group A returned, Mo Yanchi briefly counted their numbers.
Sure enough.
Group A had only twelve varieties.
The students in Group B were extrely surprised.
"Twelve types? Even with eyes closed, you wouldn’t find so few!"
"Right, I thought they would surely win."
Mo Yanchi was also puzzled.
He noticed several students from Group A rubbing their hands, seemingly uncomfortable.
"Fang Wushen, what exactly happened?" Mo Yanchi asked.
Fang Wushen frowned and explained, "Master, as soon as we entered the forest, we found many animal traps left by hunters on the ground."
"We spent a lot of ti clearing these traps and didn’t dare to venture deeper. This restricted our ti and search range."
"Moreover, stones kept flying over, hitting the backs of our hands. Although we weren’t injured, at the ti our entire palms felt powerless."
Moreover, the Third Young Master Bai Yaoyu and the Sixth Prince Bai Xingye didn’t lift a hand at all.
They followed leisurely behind the others.
It was clear to everyone that the two Princely Heirs didn’t want to compete against their own sister for the competition.
They willingly let her win.
Even Fang Youzhen’s hand back was slightly marked red by the stones.
Bai Zhi’er hurriedly stepped forward to check, feeling a bit distressed.
Fang Youzhen comforted her, laughing heartily and saying, "It must have been my own carelessness, sister Zhi’er, don’t worry."
Bai Zhi’er glanced at her red mark and suddenly rembered the cooling herbal redies she collected with Group B.
"Bring over those herbs, crush them, and apply to the back of your hand. It’ll reduce swelling and relieve pain."
She checked everyone over again, finding no injuries, just stones that had accurately hit the tiger’s mouth on their hands.
Thus, montarily causing their palms to feel numb.
Though Group B won, under Bai Zhi’er’s leadership, they helped Group A apply dicine.
This made Mo Yanchi nod appreciatively.
"Rember, no matter what position you hold in the future, you should care for your old classmates, just like today."
"We understand, teacher," the students responded in unison.
Because of Bai Zhi’er’s thoughtfulness, the people of Group A had no complaints about losing.
As everyone descended the mountain, they all agreed on how fulfilling today had been.
Fang Wushen stepped forward voluntarily, "Sister Zhi’er, shall I escort you back to the palace? It’s on my way."
The Third Young Master squeezed him aside, while the Sixth Prince coldly guarded their sister.
Bai Yaoyu said, "The direction of the Fang Mansion and the imperial palace are opposite, you’re not on your way, don’t lie."
Then, the Sixth Prince Bai Xingye said coolly, "We’ll escort sister back, Lord Fang, no need to worry."
Bai Zhi’er chuckled.
"None of you need to see off, Brother Ce is here to pick up, I’ll go with him."
She pointed out with her hand.
Sure enough, everyone saw not far ahead, a modest yet luxurious carriage guarded by four Xiu Luo Envoy.
Bai Zhi’er said, "Third Brother, Sixth Brother, greet Third Aunt for , Brother Wuxi, Sister Zhen, I’m leaving now!"
She lifted her skirt and, like a joyful little bird about to return to her grove, walked briskly.
"Hey! Zhi’er!" Bai Yaoyu called out, but the young lady never looked back.
They watched as Bai Zhi’er reached the carriage, and a long, fair hand wearing a jade ring lifted the curtain.
Feng Fuce’s cold, handso face appeared, and he personally helped Bai Zhi’er onto the carriage.
Bai Xingye shook his head, "I’m going back to practice swordsmanship."
Hastily to beco a Death Soldier, preventing bad n from targeting his sister.
Once on the carriage, Bai Zhi’er caught a sweet scent.
It seed Feng Fuce had specially bought her favorite pastries before coming.
However, Bai Zhi’er was a little reluctant to pay him any heed.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "What’s wrong? Who upset you? Just now you were happily saying goodbye to Fang Wushen, but now you’re giving the cold shoulder, huh?"
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