Chapter 1338: Listen to Your Mother, She Won’t Make Things Difficult for Him
At the same time, Feng Fuce held her hand: "I promised you, and I will do it."
"Even if the Heavenly Dao decides to act, I will not retaliate, rest assured."
However, in the moment they met, the fact that Jing Jia once led Heavenly Soldiers to massacre the Demon Clan without any explanation instinctively made Feng Fuce feel displeased.
Although Jing Jia said it was the Demon Clan that first slaughtered some immortals, Feng Fuce insisted he had not done it.
Neither side gained an advantage in that battle.
Since he promised Bai Zhi’er, Feng Fuce naturally let go of past grievances.
Bai Zhi’er held his arm tightly, as if afraid he would suffer grievances.
This made Feng Fuce’s expression somewhat happier.
In the flower hall, the guards stood at the doorway, Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce sat opposite Jing Jia and Bai Xilie.
The four of them sat around the round table, initially no one spoke.
After the maid served the steaming shredded chicken noodles, Feng Fuce was the first to place the bowl he received in front of Bai Zhi’er.
Bai Xilie’s action of offering to Bai Zhi’er paused, so he turned and handed it to his wife.
With no outsiders around, Jing Jia removed her veil hat.
She tasted a bite: "Indeed delicious, it’s been a long time since I tasted a dish from the mortal world."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her round eyes: "Brother Fuce made this for me, he got up before dawn to prepare it!"
Jing Jia didn’t speak, but Bai Xilie snorted: "Really? How could the Marquis Wan be so meticulous, it must have been with the kitchen Servant’s help, right?"
Bai Zhi’er quickly replied: "Of course not, I saw it with my own eyes!"
Only then did Jing Jia put down her chopsticks.
She looked at Feng Fuce with a serene gaze: "How close are you usually?"
Feng Fuce didn’t shy away from meeting her gaze.
"Very close." He said calmly, "Bai Zhi’er is half my life."
Bai Xilie hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
He nodded and told Jing Jia: "Madam, this has always been my strict requirement for the Marquis Wan."
"He has protected Zhi’er since childhood, thinking this way is correct."
He even held his head high and said to Feng Fuce: "Next time, you should say she is your entire life!"
"The Princess’s safety is more important than your own, understand?"
Feng Fuce complied with a nod: "Without her, I can’t live."
Bai Xilie nodded in satisfaction: "That’s right."
Jing Jia couldn’t take it anymore, she tugged Bai Xilie’s ear.
She scolded in a low voice: "You fool!"
Their daughter is about to be snatched away by the Demon Lord, and Bai Xilie is still smiling foolishly!
After being scolded by his wife, Bai Xilie was confused.
He could only silently add a bit more noodle soup to Jing Jia’s bowl.
Bai Zhi’er was eating happily.
The dishes Feng Fuce made suited her taste better indeed.
The rich chicken soup slid down her throat into her stomach, truly delicious, extremely warm.
Now and then, Feng Fuce would raise his hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ear.
The action was natural, as if he was caring for his own wife.
Jing Jia had lost appetite to savor.
She saw the interaction between them.
Apart from Bai Xilie, she could see that this Demon Lord was actually interested in their daughter.
After the meal, Jing Jia told Bai Xilie: "You take Zhi’er to the carriage first, I have a few words to say to Feng Fuce."
Bai Zhi’er was startled: "Mother..."
Jing Jia’s gaze was gentle, but her tone was somewhat stern: "Be good, listen to your mother, I won’t make things difficult for him."
Only then did Bai Zhi’er look at Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce nodded along: "It’s okay, don’t worry."