Chapter 1280: Chapter 1280: The Emperor Drank Too Much
The silver-white large cloak of Feng Fuce, with its white furry collar, made him look as handsome as a jade-like young man.
The aura of ruthlessness and chill had diminished, replaced by a noble son’s gentle coolness and warmth.
"The Emperor drank too much." Feng Fuce walked up to Bai Zhi’er, presenting her with a warmed Ju Zi from his sleeve.
Bai Zhi’er accepted it due to the gesture, her fair hand contrasting with the orange peel.
As she peeled it, she laughed: "What’s going on? Father rarely gets drunk. Wasn’t he waiting to welcome the new year with me?"
Behind Feng Fuce, Chu Ping remarked: "It’s all the Historian Wang’s fault. He touched on a sensitive topic. He suddenly mentioned that he dreamed of the Empress signaling him the other day."
"The Empress said he’s about to have great fortune, becoming an Imperial Relative. After the Historian drank too much and mentioned it at the feast, the Emperor heard it."
"The Emperor was surely feeling nostalgic, drinking silently cup after cup. Without the Princess, no one dared to advise him!"
"So the Emperor ended up drunk, and in the end, Prince Qing stepped forward for discussion, but the Emperor didn’t have the heart to listen, just closed his eyes and pinched his brow, alas!"
As Chu Ping finished speaking, a hint of worry appeared in Bai Zhi’er’s eyes.
"Father... where is he now?"
"Don’t worry, I’ve already sent him back to his bedroom, arranged Quanxi to serve him, and fed him some hangover soup."
Bai Zhi’er pondered and still decided to go take a look.
Feng Fuce immediately snatched the umbrella from Chu Ping’s hand: "I’ll accompany you."
Chu Ping was taken aback, then cheekily ran over to Qingmei: "Madam, I have no umbrella now, can’t walk in the snow, you should take me in first."
Qingmei blushed and lightly hit him: "Stop teasing!"
After speaking, she suddenly remembered that Bai Zhi’er wasn’t wearing a large cloak yet.
It’s snowing and so cold!
"Your Highness, please wait for me!" She said, turning back to grab a silver-white large cloak, and ran out in a hurry.
After Feng Fuce had helped Bai Zhi’er put it on, Bai Zhi’er said to Qingmei: "Sister Qingmei, you go ahead and have the New Year’s Eve dinner with everyone, no need to wait for me."
Qingmei nodded lightly.
However, she seemed to hesitate as if wanting to speak.
Bai Zhi’er was curious: "What’s the matter, is there anything else?"
Qingmei pursed her lips: "Your Highness, Chu Ping said after midnight he wants me to visit his home and have New Year’s Eve dinner with his parents."
Bai Zhi’er laughed: "That’s a good thing, just go."
"By the way, when you leave, take more gifts from my private treasury. When you visit your future in-laws, don’t be stingy, and don’t feel bad, take whatever you want, it’s permitted by this Princess!"
Qingmei’s eyes grew warm with emotion: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Bai Zhi’er waved her hand: "Alright, go back, it’s freezing cold, I’ll go check on Father."
With that, she and Feng Fuce turned and walked away.
Though they had walked some distance, Feng Fuce looked back and noticed Qingmei still standing in place.
It was Qingmei’s habit to watch Bai Zhi’er leave, until she couldn’t see her anymore.
Feng Fuce smiled: "You are quite kind to her."
Bai Zhi’er’s voice was cheerful: "Sister Qingmei is also good to me!"
After saying it, she suddenly frowned involuntarily.
"What’s wrong?" Feng Fuce noticed her odd expression and quickly asked.
Bai Zhi’er knitted her brows: "Nothing..."
She suddenly felt a discomfort, but it was fleeting, so she didn’t pay it any mind.
Feng Fuce thought for a moment, but suddenly placed the umbrella handle in her hand, then, without waiting for Bai Zhi’er’s consent, lifted her horizontally.
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