This night.
Zhi'er said goodbye to Bai Xilie, telling him she was going to spend a night with Princess Consort Kang.
When she emerged from the palace and reached the street corner, Zhi'er got off the carriage.
She wore a silver-white hood and glanced around.
Ensuring no one was following, she boarded a carriage hidden in the shadow of the corner.
"Your Highness, the Marquis was telling the truth, you're really going to Anhe Manor!"
Chu Ping, sitting inside the carriage, was surprised to see Zhi'er.
Next to him, Feng Fuce wore ordinary clothing, his features handsome, cold, and noble.
"You're here." Feng Fuce reached out to hold Zhi'er's fingertips, pulling her to sit beside him.
The carriage wheels turned, heading toward Anhe Manor.
Once settled, Zhi'er sweetly smiled at Chu Ping: "Of course, I want to see what Third Uncle is busy with every day!"
Originally, she planned to go with only Feng Fuce.
