On the way back to the palace.
The carriage rolled over the cobblestone road.
Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, looking at the little one beside him.
Bai Zhi'er looked at her two sauce-stained hands, her chubby little face full of distress.
Unable to wash it off, so sticky!
She sneakily glanced at the hem of Feng Fuce's clothing beside her.
Should she secretly wipe it on Brother Ce?
Feng Fuce read a hint of the little one's intention from her lively, mischievous expression.
He immediately instructed the coachman outside, "Stop by the side."
Only a "whoa" was heard, and the carriage came to a stop.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her clear black eyes, "Brother Ce, are you getting off?"
"We're both getting off." He took the little one's wrist and led her out.
Bai Zhi'er stepped with her little feet, innocently following him.
The carriage stopped by an open viewing pond.
Walk a little further, and you reach the bustling shopping street.
