Bai Zhi'er's little face suddenly showed an expression of deep distress.
Her small mouth opened roundly, and her black, watery eyes widened.
"My red fruit~~!" She dashed over.
Brother Chu Ping quickly put down the iron shovel: "Your Highness, I am at fault for being too careless and reckless. Please punish me!"
Bai Zhi'er picked up the broken tree branch with her little hand, pouting pitifully.
Feng Fuce walked to her side, glancing at Brother Chu Ping with furrowed brows.
"Chu Ping, return to the Xiuluo Guard and take your punishment yourself." The young man spoke coldly.
Brother Chu Ping was just about to nod in agreement.
When Bai Zhi'er's childish voice piped up: "Wait! Let's forget the punishment, Brother Chu Ping, can you do Zhi'er a favor?"
Brother Chu Ping hurriedly asked, "Please tell me, Your Highness."
