Chu Ping trotted over excitedly: "Marquis is here, do you have any instructions?"
Feng Fuce kept a calm demeanor: "Bai Zhi'er is ill. Go to Ruizhu Palace and see if any assistance is needed."
Chu Ping was startled: "The Princess is ill? I'll go visit her right away!"
Feng Fuce commanded coldly: "She should still be resting. When you get there, ask Qingmei about her situation and then report back to me."
"Got it, Marquis!" Chu Ping left.
After an hour, Chu Ping returned, eating a piece of pastry.
Feng Fuce was reading, and raised his head at the sound, his gaze fell indifferently on Chu Ping's face.
"I sent you to Ruizhu Palace to visit, and you even got a snack?"
Chu Ping swallowed the pastry: "The Princess rewarded me. She thought my trip was hard work, and also gave me a drink of water."
Feng Fuce involuntarily sat up straight: "She woke up?"
He stood up, intending to go to Ruizhu Palace to take a look.
