After scolding, Historian Wang suddenly realized Bai Zhi'er was still there.
The little one was biting into a bean paste bun, her big, round eyes blinking as she watched him.
Historian Wang quickly gathered his anger and asked, "Your Highness, if there is any way I can help, please feel free to ask."
Bai Zhi'er's long, curled eyelashes fluttered, and her round face was full of adorable pinkness.
Her eyes gleamed as she looked at Historian Wang and asked, "Uncle Historian, could you do something for me?"
"Please command, Princess! Wang Lang is willing to go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"Help us settle the bill for this meal," the little one said softly.
Historian Wang was stunned.
Settle the bill? Just settle the bill?!
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes and said, "I left in a hurry, Zhi Bao didn't bring any silver, only golden beans."
"I've observed Uncle Prime Minister for a long time; I dragged him out, and he didn't bring a purse either."
