The next day.
Feng Fuce specially arranged for people to plant many orange trees at his home.
He went to Ruizhu Palace to invite Bai Zhi'er to see them.
Unexpectedly, he didn't even get to see Bai Zhi'er's face.
The one returning the message was Qingmei.
"Please go back, Marquis. Her Highness the Princess says that it's snowing heavily today, and she doesn't want to go out."
Feng Fuce glanced at the tightly closed palace doors.
This wasn't like Bai Zhi'er's personality.
Usually, when she heard there was food, she'd run faster than anyone else.
However, Feng Fuce didn't ask further, nodding, "Alright, I understand."
For several days in a row, Bai Zhi'er did not see him.
Feng Fuce, however, became busy.
Because, as the year-end approached, several people had died in the Capital.
Previously, the deaths of Liu Qianfang and An Suzhu were thought to be revenge killings by Jianghu people.
