Chapter 1515: Bai Zhi’er, Are You Avoiding Me?

With trembling hands, she took out the piece of Xuan paper that Jing Jia had given her from her sleeve.

Upon unfolding it, the first line read: Today, at the third quarters of Wu hour, do not cross Jiangmen Road.

Qingmei was startled.

The street she was currently on was called Jiangmen Road!

As she read further, the paper said, "If crossed, you must help others to resolve it."

Back in the hall, because Qingmei didn’t know Jing Jia’s identity, she was wary of the female officer and didn’t look carefully.

Now reading it word by word, she felt as if struck by divine light!

Uncle Qian ran back, confirming that Qingmei was fine, and then he said, "Young Madam, they’re alright; they were just knocked unconscious, and one person got a scrape on the forehead and hand, but fortunately, there are no life-threatening injuries, just minor wounds!"

"But our carriage is broken. Please wait here for a moment while I go rent another one from the nearby station."

Qingmei nodded dazedly, watching Uncle Qian leave.

Fortunately, the two carriages involved in the accident ahead only had minor injuries.

In this sudden accident, there were no fatalities.

Qingmei finally understood what it meant to feel "destiny’s hidden arrangements".

It was as if a divine hand protected her from those disasters.

Qingmei immediately hugged the orchid in her arms tightly and stuffed the paper back into her sleeve.

After returning to the residence, she immediately followed the paper’s instructions, wrote a letter, and asked Chu Ping to deliver it into the palace.

She requested leave from Bai Zhi’er, planning to rest at home until her pregnancy was stable after three months.

Bai Zhi’er readily agreed and even sent two experienced midwives from the palace, alongside two female kitchen servants, to help care for Qingmei’s daily needs.

Additionally, the couple Jing Jia and Bai Xilie gifted her many medicinal herbs to protect the pregnancy.

Finally, six days later, the Emperor proclaimed a general amnesty, and on the same day, Empress Jing Jia returned to court.

The officials were shocked! The court and the public were in an uproar!

The legendary Empress Jing, whom many thought had perished abroad, had returned safely.

Not only that, she had stayed by the Emperor’s side for a long time, disguised as a female officer!

The officials who once praised the female officer for secretly undermining the Empress regretted it immensely!

Who could have imagined such a turn of events!

To celebrate her mother’s return to the center of the palace, Bai Zhi’er used her savings to buy a lot of grain and aid the poor.

Prince Rui, Prince Kang, and Prince Qing all entered the palace to celebrate!

The Princess Consort Rui and the Princess Consort Kang cried upon seeing Jing Jia.

Back in the day, when the family struggled through hardships together, they relied on Jing Jia’s intelligence and keen sense of direction, thereby enabling them to enjoy a prosperous life now.

Princess Consort Qing, Jiang Ying, was a new bride, but she had long been familiar with Jing Jia, and thus they got along very well.

In Ruizhu Palace.

Bai Zhi’er could still smile happily in front of others, but now, as everyone left amidst the bustle, she sat in front of the mirror in a daze again.

Figures flickered at the doorway; Feng Fuce had arrived.

Cai Ying whispered, "Marquis, this servant feels that Princess has something on her mind recently."

Feng Fuce’s brows slightly furrowed, "I know, you may withdraw for now."

Upon entering, he found the Xijiang Yue pastries he had sent that morning untouched on the table by Bai Zhi’er.

This was strange. Her favorite treats, she always made time to eat them first.

Feng Fuce walked behind her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, "What’s wrong?"

Upon hearing his voice, Bai Zhi’er abruptly snapped back to her senses.

"Ah? It’s nothing. My brothers came earlier and were so lively. I feel drained and just sat here to rest a bit."

As she spoke, she stood up, subtly avoiding Feng Fuce’s hand.

Feng Fuce slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Then, shall I take you to enjoy the flowers this afternoon, to unwind?"

"No...I need to visit the Wen Mansion; I heard a scholar is ill."

"I’ll accompany you then."

"No need! You’re busy; go handle your affairs."

After Bai Zhi’er finished speaking, Feng Fuce fell silent.

The two of them locked eyes, but Bai Zhi’er quickly looked away.

Ultimately, Feng Fuce asked, "Why do I feel as if you’re avoiding me?"