Sitting in the Wei Family's carriage.
Bai Zhi'er obediently leaned against Bai Yaoyu's side.
Her clear, large eyes caught a fleeting, smile-tinged but chilly glance from across, from Wei Zian.
It felt like a venomous snake in the grass had locked onto you.
Bai Zhi'er's round little face showed no other expression at all.
Instead, when the carriage passed through the bustling marketplace, she couldn't help but lift the curtain and lean on the window to look outside.
Wei Zian observed her behavior and couldn't help but sneer inwardly—
Just a four-year-old little child.
Yet his father and the surrounding ministers exaggerated her to the skies.
Saying she was precise in recognizing people, so intelligent and precocious.
In Wei Zian's view, Bai Zhi'er was just lucky.
A blind cat meets a dead rat!
Wei Zian retracted his gaze, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Little did he know, the moment he turned his eyes, the little one silently hummed at him.
