Feng Fuce naturally took her hand in his, and he even did it right in front of Jing Jia.
At first, Bai Zhi'er felt a bit guilty and embarrassed.
But she snuck a glance at her own mother.
Jing Jia didn't seem to show any objection, just faintly knit her brows, but when she met her daughter's testing gaze, she still gave a gentle smile.
That counted as tacit consent.
Bai Zhi'er secretly let out a breath of relief.
Jing Jia said, "Zhi'er, you can only say a few more words to Marquis Wan, then you have to come back to the palace with us."
Bai Zhi'er nodded lightly.
Bai Xilie had already lifted the carriage curtain for his wife. He extended his hand, and Jing Jia used his strength to step up into the carriage.
Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi'er walked off to the side.
The girl asked in a low voice, "Brother Fu Ce, my mother didn't make things hard for you, did she? Did you two quarrel?"
