Chapter 276: Feng Fuce carried her and left
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Updated : Oct 5th, 2025
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, nodding along with her words: "Yes."
Bai Zhi’er pouted in distress, looking adorable with her pink, round face: "Then..."
Feng Fuce observed coldly.
He wanted to see what this little one would say.
Would she choose him, or the "Brother Eunuch" whose appearance she hadn’t even seen?
After a moment, Bai Zhi’er said softly: "Then I’ll secretly play with him in the future, without letting you know, so Brother Ce won’t be upset!"
The little one raised her chubby face with a proud smile.
Feng Fuce’s brows furrowed even more.
His thin lips slightly parted a few times, as if wanting to say something, but then pressed tightly shut, his jawline tense.
Just then, the fireworks also finished.
Feng Fuce said blandly: "The fireworks are over, aren’t you going back?"
Bai Zhi’er said pitifully: "But I’ve been playing here for so long, my tummy is a bit hungry."
The little one reached out to shake his sleeve: "Brother Ce, find me something to eat."
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes were jet black: "Xiuluo Guard has no food."
"Ugh..." Bai Zhi’er retracted her hand in grievance, turned and shuffled her small feet, muttering: "So stingy, played for so long, not even a bite to eat."
"Hmph, if I were with Brother Juzi, I’d have eaten until my tummy was full already! Hmph, he’d rather feed me snow than see me go hungry!"
Qingmei saw Bai Zhi’er leaving and hurried to follow.
However, just then, Feng Fuce suddenly came over, picked up Bai Zhi’er, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Startling Qingmei into a shout: "Marquis, put the Princess down!"
The little one hadn’t reacted yet, feeling a dizzying spin before her eyes.
"Eh?" Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes: "Brother Ce, what are you doing!"
Feng Fuce, cold as ice: "Taking you to eat."
With that, he turned his head and instructed the Xiu Luo Envoy: "Bring some pastries."
The Xiu Luo Envoy was taken aback but quickly cupped his hands: "Yes!"
Bai Zhi’er heard him and smiled sweetly: "Hehe, if there’s some meat, you can bring a bit too~"
The Xiu Luo Envoy silently turned back, looking at Feng Fuce, waiting for his instructions.
Feng Fuce, carrying the little one, noticed she was obediently staying still, letting him hold her as he wished.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the Xiu Luo Envoy: "What are you standing there for, didn’t you hear what she said?"
The Xiu Luo Envoy suddenly realized, and went off with a stiff stride.
Actually, they, the Xiuluo Guard, had their own kitchen, but the Marquis rarely ate.
So much so that they seldom used the kitchen’s stove.
But with the little princess’s visit, it was an exception this time.
Feng Fuce brought Bai Zhi’er back inside the house.
Qingmei quickly followed, Chu Ping walking beside her to console: "Xiao Mei, no need to be all flustered, our Marquis doesn’t eat people!"
Qingmei shot him a glare: "You should go see the Imperial Physician; beware of getting bald from that firecracker burn on your head!"
With that, Qingmei also entered the house.
Chu Ping stood alone, raising his hand to touch his head.
He muttered to himself, bewildered: "Is she... sternly caring for me?"
Bai Zhi’er ate and drank her fill before following Qingmei back to Ruizhu Palace.
As she left, Feng Fuce was in front, followed by all the stationed Xiu Luo Envoy guards.
Bai Zhi’er looked back at the entrance of the Xiuluo Guard, waving her small hand: "Goodbye, Brother Ce, Happy New Year~ I won’t keep you up for the night, wish you a smooth year ahead, I ate very well, thank you."
"And to the other Brother Xiuluo, you all have to be happy too~"
Saying this, she placed her little hand over her mouth, happily blowing a kiss.
Feng Fuce, standing not far away with dark brooding eyes, was suddenly stunned.
What is this little rascal doing!
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