Looking at Feng Fuce reading a book so intently, it seemed like he was choosing a story.
Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but tug at her lips and secretly laughed.
She stood up: "Uncle, I think Sister Jiang Ying should be fine now. I'm a bit tired, so I'll go to rest first."
Prince Qing quickly followed: "Are you heading back to the palace? I'll see you off."
Bai Zhi'er shook her head: "I'm staying at Brother Fuce's house tonight, so if anything happens, you can call me over right away."
Prince Qing didn't notice anything amiss and instead was filled with emotion.
"Zhi'er, you're truly thoughtful."
"Alright then, which room are you sleeping in? Uncle will take you there."
At this point, Feng Fuce had already stood up with the book.
He said calmly: "No need, you're not familiar with my mansion, I'll take you."
Prince Qing hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, I'll trouble you then. Marquis Wan, the generous aid you provided today, I will certainly reward you."
