Chapter 1350: Mom Really Was Carried Away by Dad!
Prince Rui initially thought he would have Prince Qing’s support.
However, to his surprise, Prince Qing furrowed his brows and said, "Big brother, it’s not that I’m trying to criticize you, but why are you giving no face to someone who is the Emperor’s man?"
Prince Rui widened his eyes, "What did you say?"
"I said you shouldn’t have acted like that! The other person had good intentions, even if their tone was harsh, wasn’t it because they cared about me?"
"Big brother, next time don’t be so ungrateful. All right, I need to eat something and rest, you too should head home early, don’t let sister-in-law worry."
With that, Prince Qing turned and left, leaving Prince Rui standing there, dumbfounded.
Prince Rui couldn’t believe it: "Me? Me?! In the end, I’m the one who made the mistake?"
What’s wrong with these people, one after another, siding with that female officer?
That night.
After Jing Jia accompanied Bai Zhi’er to sleep, she got up and went to the outer room.
Bai Xilie had been standing there for who knows how long. Upon seeing Jing Jia, he hurriedly asked, "Are you coming back to sleep in my bedroom tonight as well?"
Jing Jia shook her head: "I need to be with Zhi Bao, what if she wakes up in the middle of the night looking for me?"
Bai Xilie said in frustration, "No, Zhi’er is grown up now, she won’t wake up in the middle of the night crying for milk."
Jing Jia let out a chuckle, her beautiful eyes glanced playfully at Bai Xilie: "Still, no."
Bai Xilie looked around; the Palace Attendants were all far away.
He lowered his head and gently embraced Jing Jia’s waist: "But without you, I can’t sleep or focus on anything."
"I’m just afraid that in the blink of an eye, you’ll leave again."
Jing Jia tousled her husband’s hair, like stroking a big lion.
"This time I definitely won’t leave without saying goodbye, even if I have to go, I’ll tell you in advance."
Bai Xilie’s affectionate and gentle face suddenly gained a layer of gloominess: "You still want to leave?"
With that, not waiting for Jing Jia to react, he picked her up horizontally.
"Then I must cherish the time even more, can’t let you just drift far away from me."
Jing Jia protested quietly: "Put me down! Zhi’er will wake up soon!"
"She won’t wake up, I know my daughter," Bai Xilie said as he firmly carried Jing Jia out of the courtyard straight onto a palanquin.
After they left, the previously "sleeping" Bai Zhi’er secretly opened her eyes.
She smiled mischievously and adorably: "Mother was indeed carried away by father!"
Bai Zhi’er quickly got out of bed, dressed, skillfully climbed out the window, and skipped happily toward the Xiuluo Guard.
As she expected, Feng Fuce was still busy inside the Xiuluo Guard.
Lately, because of Jing Jia’s return, Bai Xilie wanted nothing more than to be with her all day.
Therefore, the state affairs that could be delegated, Bai Xilie let his confidants handle for him.
Among those working late into the night were Prime Minister Wen, Historian Wang, and others like Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce mainly dealt with memorials concerning public security and governance.
After reviewing them, he would draft his suggestions, attach them to the memorials, and send them to the Imperial Study Room.
This way, when Bai Xilie processed state affairs, he would first reference the suggestions, which was much faster than handling them himself.
The night was deep, but the security inside and outside the Xiuluo Guard was tight.
Bai Zhi’er gestured a "shh" to the guards.
She quietly entered the study from the back door.
Feng Fuce, with his back to her, was working at the desk.
His tall back was straight, and the brush on paper made a rustling sound.
Bai Zhi’er playfully blinked her round eyes, and she jumped forward, intending to cover his eyes all at once.
But unexpectedly, as she reached out, even without turning around, Feng Fuce accurately grasped her wrist.