Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Mommy Is Here!
Feng Fuce lowered his gaze, quietly looking at her for a moment.
He noticed the little one’s hair was sticking to her rosy lips.
He extended his long fingers to brush it aside.
Then he heard Bai Zhi’er’s lips murmuring, as if she was talking.
Feng Fuce leaned in to listen.
Bai Zhi’er’s baby voice murmured softly: "Wow... pretty brother hehe... take Zhi’er to eat something?"
Feng Fuce frowned.
He suddenly straightened up, his dark eyes coldly gazing at the little one.
Did she not eat enough just now?
Why is she dreaming about going to eat with someone else?
Gradually, Feng Fuce noticed Bai Zhi’er started drooling.
"..." His eyes darkened, his long, fair fingers gently pushed Bai Zhi’er’s head away from his arm.
However, the little one seemed dissatisfied, unhappily waving her small hands.
Soon, she snuggled back against him.
Feng Fuce tried twice to place her aside.
But Bai Zhi’er seemed to deliberately oppose him, finally burying her little head in his chest.
If he moved her again, she might wake up.
Thus, Feng Fuce had no choice but to endure.
When they returned to Ruizhu Palace, Bai Zhi’er rubbed her big eyes, held by Feng Fuce, who handed her over to Qingmei.
The little one yawned repeatedly, her watery eyes still showing an unfocused sleepiness.
"Brother Ce, goodbye~" she turned around, small feet tapping as she walked back.
Qingmei bowed to Feng Fuce: "I take my leave, my lord."
Watching Bai Zhi’er’s swaying little figure.
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes lowered, spotting a small damp patch on his chest where his clothing was wet.
Bai Zhi’er again...
He silently ground his teeth.
He hoped she would remember she soiled her third piece of clothing when she woke the next day.
Feng Fuce turned and quickly returned to the Xiuluo Guard.
That night, Bai Zhi’er shared with Bai Xilie how fulfilling her day was.
Not only did she learn to fly a kite, but an old man also took her as a disciple.
Bai Zhi’er lay in bed, her wide eyes blinking, her voice soft and milky: "Hmm, teacher uncle said... don’t eat!"
Bai Xilie sat at the bedside, listening with a hint of doubt.
"Mo Yanchi, perhaps?"
Bai Zhi’er beamed with joy, speaking in a sweet tone: "Yeah, yeah, it was Mo Yanchi, Zhi Bao just remembered wrong!"
Bai Xilie gently stroked his daughter’s soft hair, chuckling: "To take Zhi’er as his disciple, Mo Yanchi must be quite fortunate."
Father and daughter chatted for a while, and Bai Zhi’er soon fell into dreamland.
She slept for an indeterminate time, then heard a familiar call—
"Zhi Bao~ Zhi Bao~"
Bai Zhi’er opened her eyes from sleep.
She sat up excitedly.
It was Mother’s voice!
Father had already gone to Qianyuan Hall to sleep.
Ruizhu Palace was quiet, her mother’s mana voice echoed in the little one’s ears.
Bai Zhi’er hurriedly got out of bed.
"Hey... Mom, baby is coming!" She put on her little shoes, quietly running outside.
In the outer room, Qingmei kept night watch, dozing off.
Bai Zhi’er cautiously walked to the doorway and ran out.
The little one’s shoes were not worn properly, as she ran along the corridor towards the source of the voice, one shoe fell off, nearly tripping her!
Just as Bai Zhi’er was about to fall to the ground, a fragrant embrace caught her.
A gentle voice sounded above her.
"Careful, baby, being so clumsy again. If that little bottom gets hurt, will you come crying to mom later?"
The little one looked up, seeing familiar beautiful eyes filled with her mother’s doting love, softly gazing at her.
Skin like cream, delicate brows, black hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, her dress made of starlight fabric, shimmering with a soft glow.
Jing Jia wearing Immortal Silk, though there was no wind, it swirled around her, with faint Immortal fog surrounding her, untouched by the mortal world’s beauty.
Bai Zhi’er excitedly wrapped her small hands around Jing Jia’s neck: "Mommy!"