Bai Zhi'er sighed lightly.
She lifted the curtain, revealing a delicate, youthful face.
"Feng Fuce, move aside, the Princess wants to send this woman home, don't block the way."
Bai Zhi'er intentionally used a cold tone, hoping to annoy him into leaving.
But who knew, Feng Fuce seemed to see through her intentions.
The young man on horseback, his large cloak fluttering in the cold wind.
He laughed coldly, "I said, get off the carriage."
Bai Zhi'er furrowed her small brows, "You go back first, I'll explain today's matter another day."
She started to soften her attitude.
But Feng Fuce was unmoved.
"Will the Princess come down herself, or should I resort to force?"
Bai Zhi'er's eyes widened, "You! I'll get off then!"
Brother Ce is really disrupting her plans like this!
Yet, just as Qingmei helped Bai Zhi'er lift the curtain, the woman who claimed to have "injured her foot" suddenly leaped up.
