Feng Fuce bent down and followed into the carriage.
He casually ordered Chu Ping, "Drive."
"Alright! Marquis, Princess, sit tight!"
Chu Ping sat on the coach box, holding the reins.
The carriage wheels rolled over puddles and drove away from the palace.
The Imperial Guard at the Imperial City saw that it was Marquis Wan's carriage and did not stop it.
Once they left the imperial palace a distance away, Bai Zhi'er lifted the curtain.
Blinking her moist, jet-black eyes, she looked at the retreating street scenes on both sides.
"Hmm, it's late now, all the people selling delicious treats have gone home."
The little child's voice was full of regret.
Feng Fuce turned his head to glance at her: "If I'm not mistaken, you just finished dinner, are you hungry again so soon?"
Bai Zhi'er turned her little body, correcting him solemnly.
"My little tummy always saves room for desserts! Big bad brother doesn't understand!"
Feng Fuce scoffed, not responding.