Bai Zhi'er let the painting dry and wrote a letter, planning to ask the Xiu Luo Envoy to send it out at the next dock.
Feng Fuce glanced at the sky, stood up, and said blandly, "It's getting late, let's rest."
His gaze shifted to Bai Xingye.
Indicating for him to leave first.
Bai Xingye, however, fixed his eyes on Feng Fuce: "The Marquis is correct, so why don't you leave first?"
Every night, the two of them would stare at each other.
Feng Fuce originally didn't want to pay attention, but as long as he was within Bai Zhi'er's vicinity, Bai Xingye would watch closely.
Bai Zhi'er blinked her round eyes: "Why don't the two of you leave together?"
However, the doorframe of the cabin wasn't wide, so they had to squeeze a bit.
Feng Fuce looked coldly at Bai Xingye: "What is the Princely Heir guarding against? Could it be that I intend to act improperly towards the Princess?"
Bai Xingye raised his voice: "Of course, you dare not and cannot!"
