Night.
Everyone had already gone back to their places, and Bai Zhi'er was preparing to sleep.
Qingmei came in from outside to adjust her bedding.
Bai Zhi'er looked at her, blinking her bright, round eyes.
"Sister Qingmei, I heard from Brother Fu Ce that because of me, he needs to take care of me, so the Xiuluo Guard is temporarily being managed by Brother Chu Ping, and your wedding date is also being delayed. I feel a bit sorry."
Qingmei quickly said: "My good Princess, what are you saying!"
"As long as you are healthy and safe, what difference does it make if I get married later? Are we afraid that Chu Ping will run away?"
Qingmei and Bai Zhi'er looked at each other and laughed.
"However, Princess, were you especially good to the Marquis today? When Prince Rui and the others left, they were still secretly discussing it."
Bai Zhi'er had a gentle smile on her face: "Good to him? Not really, just like him a bit more than usual."
