When Zhi'er and Feng Fuce left the Jiang Mansion, it was already late at night.
The hour was too late, Zhi'er knew her eyes were swollen like two walnuts from crying, so she was even more unwilling to return to the palace.
She clung to Feng Fuce's neck, insisting on staying at his place.
Thus, the carriage stopped outside the Marquis Mansion.
Before getting off the carriage, Feng Fuce asked softly, "Do you want to be carried, or will you get down by yourself?"
Zhi'er looked up at him with her watery, red, swollen eyes.
Before she could speak, Feng Fuce had already picked her up in his arms.
"I'll carry you."
Zhi'er's pitiful appearance truly made him want to turn the Three Realms upside down to find Jiang Ying.
"The Marquis has returned!" The housekeeper saw the carriage and quickly brought the gatekeepers and servants to welcome them.
Seeing Zhi'er in Feng Fuce's arms, he was momentarily stunned, then smiled knowingly.
