Chapter 404: Chapter 404: She Doesn’t Mention It, He Doesn’t Say It—A Perfect Understanding
Meanwhile, Feng Fuce had already entered the Prince Kang’s Mansion, following the aura of the Heavenly Dao deep inside.
He hadn’t yet found where the Heavenly Daoist was hiding.
But he first heard Bai Zhi’er’s startled little voice.
A brief moment of astonishment appeared on Feng Fuce’s cold and fierce face.
The little rascal is here too?
He followed the sound, quickly chasing after it, leaving Chu Ping and the others behind.
Chu Ping saw Feng Fuce’s pace suddenly quicken, as if he was flying, and they had to run to keep up!
The fierce ghost rushed out, coming face to face with Feng Fuce.
The young man narrowed his eyes, and a fierce black aura burst out from the depths of his gaze!
He didn’t even have to lift a hand; the fierce ghost was caught by an invisible force.
In merely an instant, it turned to dust, blown away by the wind.
Then, Feng Fuce came back to his senses and heard faint crying.
He hurriedly pushed open the door to the woodshed.
He discovered Bai Zhi’er sitting on the ground, her tiny hands covering her eyes, crying so that one’s heart clenched.
She cried uncontrollably, as if she was frightened.
Feng Fuce stepped forward and squatted down: "I’m here, don’t cry."
Bai Zhi’er released her hands, seeing him through her misty eyes, and immediately threw herself into Feng Fuce’s arms.
She whimpered, "Brother Ce, such a big Old Xu!"
Feng Fuce’s long eyebrows furrowed.
Old Xu?
Was that the name of the fierce ghost just now, or a nickname she made up?
It seemed like the little one was indeed frightened!
Feng Fuce picked her up, shielding the back of her head with one hand.
"It’s alright, that thing is already dead," he said with a low, indifferent voice, yet trying hard to comfort the little one.
"Huh? Dead?" Bai Zhi’er lowered her head and looked around.
Everywhere was dark, and she didn’t know where that rat was hiding.
She didn’t want to look anymore, burying her head in Feng Fuce’s shoulder.
"Brother Ce, let’s go now, it’s dark here, Zhi Bao is scared."
Feng Fuce then carried her out of the woodshed.
Chu Ping only then breathlessly caught up.
"Mar- Marquis... you were running so fast," Chu Ping panted incessantly.
When he saw Feng Fuce holding Bai Zhi’er in his arms, Chu Ping’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Marquis, you’re amazing, at such a late hour, you actually managed to find the Princess!"
Feng Fuce glanced at him coldly: "Stop talking nonsense."
The main hall was already in chaos.
At first, Prince Kang had already passed away, and Princess Consort Kang fainted from crying.
But suddenly, Prince Kang violently coughed and spat out a bunch of black-green liquid.
He actually came back to life!
This was supposed to be worth celebrating.
But when Bai Xilie walked out of the inner chamber to see his daughter, he found Bai Zhi’er had disappeared!
The Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing, who was originally by Bai Zhi’er’s side, was also shocked beyond words to find his sister missing!
The Princess disappearing sent everyone in the main hall into another frenzy, anxious and flustered.
And it was precisely at this time that Feng Fuce appeared, holding a tearful Bai Zhi’er.
Bai Xilie quickly approached: "Zhi’er!"
He held his daughter in his arms, looking at Bai Zhi’er’s tear-stained eyes and little face marked red from wiping.
Bai Xilie was filled with distress: "What happened, where did you go?"
After speaking, he looked at Feng Fuce: "How are you here?"
Bai Zhi’er sniffled and said: "Zhi’er got lost, was in the dark woodshed, saw a big Old Xu, and Brother Ce just happened to appear and carried Zhi’er out..."
The little one said pitifully: "Papa, Zhi Bao’s legs went soft from fear, such a big Old Xu~"
Feng Fuce pressed his lips together and said blandly: "I heard Prince Kang was ill, alarming the Emperor, so I happened to be nearby and came to see. Later, I heard the Princess’s cries, so I went to find her."
Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce, though they had not discussed it beforehand, both concealed the matter of the fierce ghost.
She didn’t mention it, and he didn’t speak of it.
Without knowing each other’s intentions, they displayed a strange tacit understanding.