Bai Zhi'er watched as the little eunuchs left safely.
Then she lifted her small head, her round black eyes clear and shimmering.
She had just cried, her cheeks still red.
"Bad brother, humph." She stomped her little foot and left directly.
Qingmei had always been afraid of the Xiuluo Guard.
She didn't dare delay, gently bowed to Feng Fuce, and quickly chased after Bai Zhi'er.
At night.
Bai Zhi'er, with Qingmei, came to a small scenic garden in the palace.
In the garden, a slender stream flowed through.
Luckily, the sun had come out today, melting the ice on the stream, which tinkled softly under the dusky night and the surrounding palace lanterns.
Bai Zhi'er carried a small basket, inside were several river lanterns she had made that afternoon.
"Brother Eunuch, may you be safe in your next life, free of illness and disaster."
