At this moment, the fat-faced man, Mole's accomplice, also came running with a broom.
He saw Bai Zhi'er there, and his eyes lit up.
"The Princess is also here, that's just perfect. I just heard a few Xiu Luo Envoys talking about something related to the Princess!"
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes lightly: "What is the matter, oh?"
The round-faced man looked around and lowered his voice: "They said the Emperor received an old man into the palace today, and that old man brought his daughter, who is over twenty and still charming!"
Bai Zhi'er's delicate little face looked at him in confusion.
Mole delivered a punch to the fat-faced man's stomach: "In front of the Princess, what nonsense are you talking!"
"Ouch!" The fat-faced man cried out in pain: "It's not me who's saying this, others were discussing it. They even mentioned the Emperor personally received them into the palace, and was very affectionate and concerned."
