"After the evening meal, Lady told me that herself."
After hearing this, Zhi'er felt her whole body go a little floaty.
She stomped her foot. "You mustn't mess around like that!"
She had only come back to the past with Feng Fuce to resolve Fu Xiru's lingering obsession.
How could she get married here?
Yet Feng Fuce's thin lips merely pressed lightly together, and in those deep dark eyes, there was actually a faint trace of pleasure.
Looks like the Little Demon Pet was right—this Empress Fu Xiru really is a good person.
Before going to sleep that night, Bai Zhi'er made the bed and lay down beside Jin Lian.
The lamp was already out, and Jin Lian turned over to look at Bai Zhi'er.
She sized Bai Zhi'er up for a long time, then suddenly said, "Zhi'er, you're really pretty. The more I look, the prettier you get."
"No wonder Guard Ce is so handsome, and so skilled, yet he's head over heels for you."
