Chapter 1337: It’s Mother!
Though she wore a veil, her face was hidden.
However, both Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er immediately changed their expressions.
Feng Fuce sensed the aura of his deadliest foe.
It was the Heavenly Dao!
As for Bai Zhi’er, she naturally realized her mother had descended from heaven, her expression shifting from puzzled to astonished, then joyful.
She couldn’t help but cheer, "It’s..."
Bai Xilie quickly grasped her hand, "Shh."
Jing Jia had said that her return must remain unknown to outsiders for now.
The woman approached Bai Zhi’er, gently pulling aside the thin veil in front of her hat.
Revealing an exquisite and full face like a lotus.
"Mother’s Zhi Bao." Jing Jia whispered quietly, opening her arms, and Bai Zhi’er immediately rushed into them.
The mother and daughter embraced tightly.
Bai Zhi’er sniffed and whispered, "Mother, why have you come down here?"
"Won’t the elders discover you’ve awakened? Does Sister A Ruo know about this?"
Jing Jia gently shook her head and whispered to Bai Zhi’er, "I split a thread of my Divine Sense to descend."
"Originally, I didn’t want to do this, for fear of alerting the enemy, but your father cries every night due to longing for me, and I couldn’t bear it any longer. I had to come see him."
Bai Zhi’er chuckled softly.
She looked over at Bai Xilie.
Indeed!
With mother back, her father’s complexion was much rosier, akin to the joy that comes with happy events in life.
Bai Xilie smiled, whispering warmly, "Your mother doesn’t want to announce her return widely; she seems to have other plans."
"So, your father claims to have found an Imperial Concubine."
"We’ve been waiting for you in the palace for two days, unable to see you due to your busyness, so we decided to come find you."
Bai Zhi’er sighed, "I’ve been running around because of Uncle’s matters."
By the way, since mother is here, I can ask her about Jiang Ying’s soul, how it was reclaimed!
Bai Zhi’er was just thinking of this when she looked up to see Jing Jia furrowing her brows, watching Feng Fuce with significant vigilance.
Jing Jia’s aura instantly turned cold.
She and Feng Fuce were tense, as if their disagreement would soon escalate.
In contrast, Feng Fuce’s expression was stiff and cold, his thin lips tightly pursed.
But Bai Zhi’er understood him; he would never take action, for he had promised her long ago.
Bai Zhi’er hurried to Feng Fuce’s side, standing protectively in front of him.
"Brother Fu Ce is my good friend now; since childhood, he’s helped me a lot."
"When father is busy with political affairs, it’s always him accompanying me."
She nervously watched Jing Jia’s expression.
Of course, Bai Zhi’er hoped her mother could understand.
After all, Feng Fuce had changed quite a bit.
Jing Jia observed Feng Fuce for a long time before finally averting her gaze.
However, Bai Xilie was quite puzzled, glancing between Jing Jia and Feng Fuce, "Did you know each other before?"
Jing Jia directly shifted the topic, "I heard that this morning, the breakfast for Zhi’er was prepared by Marquis Wan. Emperor, shall we try it together?"
In front of outsiders, her tone was rather cool, much like an unassuming Imperial Concubine.
Bai Xilie nodded and smiled, "Just the idea I had."
Jing Jia lowered her veil and took Bai Xilie’s arm.
They walked naturally towards the dining hall.
Bai Zhi’er lagged a step, turning to Feng Fuce.
Her tone carried some concern, "Brother Fu Ce, you’re not angry, are you?"
Feng Fuce’s expression softened; when facing Bai Zhi’er, he controlled his emotions exceptionally well.
"No," he said lightly.