OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Zhi’er smiled charmingly and adorably, "I didn’t expect that my Third Brother’s heart had already been moved by you, Hongluan."

"So-called good friends often use it as a guise for affection, afraid of rejection by the other party."

Fang Youzhen slightly nodded, "That’s the truth."

Bai Zhi’er, seeing them clarify matters, naturally felt happy for them.

But as she smiled, she suddenly thought of her own situation, and her smile gradually stiffened.

It was at this moment that Bai Zhi’er finally realized.

She had never responded to Feng Fuce’s feelings and only considered herself as his best friend by his side.

Could that also be a kind of liking?

But deep down, she didn’t know how to face such feelings.

"Zhi’er, Zhi’er?" Seeing her lost in thought, Fang Youzhen gently tapped her.

Bai Zhi’er snapped back, "Hmm?"

"I saw them coming out." Fang Youzhen pointed in the direction of the teahouse.

Bai Zhi’er looked over and saw several Xiu Luo Envoys carrying something so bloodied and unrecognizable as human outside.

They moved quickly, and before Bai Zhi’er could see clearly, the Xiu Luo Envoys had already turned the corner.

Feng Fuce and Bai Yaoyu came out a while later.

As soon as they got on the carriage, Bai Zhi’er sniffed.

"What’s that smell?"

Her question made Bai Yaoyu instinctively tense up and sit up straighter.

Could his sister have smelled the blood?

Even though they had washed their hands many times.

At this moment, Feng Fuce calmly took out a packet of pastries.

"Couldn’t fool your nose; I saw you liked these in the teahouse, so I had the shopkeeper pack some for you."

Bai Zhi’er happily took them, "I knew it, they smell sweet, I could even smell it through the oiled paper."

Bai Yaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn’t expect Feng Fuce to have prepared for this.

Feng Fuce gave him a slight glance, as if to say he was hopeless.

Fang Youzhen was curious, "What happened to Lu Da? I just saw the Xiu Luo Envoys carrying something out; was it him?"

"No," Bai Yaoyu denied instinctively, "It was just some clutter from the teahouse. As for Lu Da, the Marquis plans to have him confined in the Xiuluo Guard until the case is clarified before releasing him."

"Right, Marquis!" Bai Yaoyu gestured with his eyes.

Feng Fuce paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Since Fang Youzhen and Bai Yaoyu were going horseback riding, the carriage dropped Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er off at the gates of the imperial palace before they prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Bai Yaoyu saw Feng Fuce following next to Bai Zhi’er.

He furrowed his brows and said hoarsely, "Marquis Wan, why are you following my sister?"

Feng Fuce glanced at him coldly, "Shouldn’t I return to the Xiuluo Guard?"

"Oh..." Bai Yaoyu thought, and that seemed right too.

The Xiuluo Guard was indeed inside the Imperial City.

Bai Zhi’er laughed, "Third Brother, don’t worry unnecessarily, go horseback riding with Sister Youzhen quickly."

"You should know, Sister Youzhen’s riding skills were personally taught by General Fang, and you’ve been neglecting your practice for some time, you might lose to her."

Bai Yaoyu rolled up his sleeves, "That’s impossible. Third Brother has excellent talent, even if I haven’t practiced for a few days, I won’t lose."

Fang Youzhen burst into laughter, "Your hard words now, but if you lose to me, don’t cry out then."

Bai Yaoyu yelled, "I will never lose, let’s head to the racecourse now!"

Seeing them leave, Bai Zhi’er waved with a smile.

Then, she and Feng Fuce turned and returned to the palace.

"This case should be resolved by tomorrow. I’ve asked the Emperor for five days off to take you to Yuzhou to admire the flowers, how about it?"