Bai Xilie accompanied Bai Zhi’er to have lunch before heading to the Imperial Study Room.
Yet the little one, who was sleeping soundly, was disturbed by a nightmare, leaving her restless.
She was covered with a small quilt, her fair forehead glistening with sweat, soaking her black hair, sticking to her cheeks.
Her small face was flushed, showing a hint of anxiety.
"No... Third Brother... it’s wrong to kill..." she murmured in her sleep.
Suddenly, the little one woke up with a start.
She sat up, breathing heavily.
In the dream, Bai Yaoyu had a fierce argunt with Prince Kang.
This ti they even got physical!
During the tussle, Second Aunt tried to diate, but Bai Yaoyu drew his sword and accidentally killed her!
The dream was filled with blood and the terrified screams of others.
Bai Xilie stood up for Bai Yaoyu, but Bai Yaoyu, being strong-willed, left ho abruptly, his whereabouts unknown!
Years later, upon his return, he had beco a bandit leader commanding an army.
He had entirely embarked on a path of no return.
Bai Zhi’er pouted, her watery eyes imrsed in mories.
Before coming here, her mother had said that several villains surrounded her father, and she must deal with them well!
Only then could her father’s throne be secured!
Third Brother was impulsive and quick to anger, with high martial prowess.
She needed to co up with a plan!
No longer sleepy, the little one obediently dressed herself and walked out of the inner hall.
Qingi had sohow fallen asleep leaning on the table in the outer hall.
Bai Zhi’er couldn’t bear to disturb her sweet dreams, so she quietly brought her small quilt and gently covered Qingi with it.
During the Princess’s nap ti, Ruizhu Palace was silent inside and out.
Usually, the third class palace servants were sent far away to avoid making any noise that could disturb the Princess’s rest.
But no one could have imagined that Bai Zhi’er didn’t sleep much today.
Not only that, the little one even wandered out of Ruizhu Palace by herself.
Bai Zhi’er took small steps toward the stone forest.
She looked silently at the very familiar crevice road in front of her.
Today, if she wraps her eyes, will Brother Eunuch co to take her to eat Ju Zi?
Inside the Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce was behind the desk, holding a dossier and reading it carefully.
At that mont, the door opened, and a confidant hurriedly entered, whispering a few words in his ear.
Feng Fuce suddenly raised his eyebrows, but his gaze remained cold.
He nodded: "You may leave."
After the confidant left, he remained still, continuing to focus intently on the dossier.
Ti passed, minute by minute.
Bai Zhi’er felt her little feet growing sore from standing.
She thought sorrowfully.
She shouldn’t have listened to the bad brother’s words; Brother Juzi was surely the little eunuch who unfortunately passed away from smallpox.
From now on, no one would take her to eat Ju Zi anymore.
Bai Zhi’er drooped her little head, just when she was about to remove the blindfold and turn to leave—
A cold hand grasped her wrist.
This familiar feeling...
"Brother Juzi!" Bai Zhi’er was stunned for a mont, then her soft voice was filled with joy: "You’re really not dead! That’s wonderful!"
Feng Fuce pursed his thin lips and traced a few words in her palm—
[Don’t overthink]
When the plump and sweet orange segnt was popped into Bai Zhi’er’s little mouth, she was contentedly swinging her little feet.
Under the blindfold, her bright and lively black eyes narrowed happily.
"Just as sweet as always~"
Saying this, she still broke the other half and handed it to Feng Fuce.
This ti, Feng Fuce did not take it.
Instead, he wrote in her palm—
[After winter, there will be no more oranges]
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