Bai Zhi'er was led by her father behind the curtain.
She found most of the Imperial Guard were here.
Bai Xilie had already instructed someone to set up a heater, careful not to burn too much charcoal for fear of the unpleasant smell.
Not only that, on the other side of the tent, Bai Xilie had arranged for a meal prepared for his daughter to be warmed on the stove.
He was only worried she might be hungry.
Bai Zhi'er picked up a warm red bean bun, blew on it, and took a bite.
Bai Xilie watched her from beside, smiling warmly.
His daughter had grown fond of running around everywhere after she grew up.
He was often busy with state affairs, and such moments of father-daughter bonding were rare.
"Is it tasty? Eat slowly, don't lie down. I've had a food street prepared for you in the palace."
"From now on, whatever delicacies are outside the palace, you can taste them first within the palace."
