Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Master Is the Best, Even the Most Convincing Beggar
Mo Yanchi pulled Zhi’er close and patiently spoke to her.
But unfortunately, the little one’s mind was all about delivering food to Feng Fuce!
If she didn’t go now, the sea soup porridge would get cold, and then Brother Ce wouldn’t be able to eat it!
The noble families were eager to have a word with Mo Yanchi.
To gain some advice from the Six Kingdoms Master.
At this moment, they all gathered nearby, waiting for the right opportunity to approach.
Yet here was little Bai Zhi’er, her tiny hand held by Mo Yanchi, her big eyes constantly glancing towards Feng Fuce.
Mo Yanchi finished his explanation to himself, not noticing if the little one was even listening.
Finally, he stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "So, Master has spoken this way, does Zhi’er understand the reasoning behind it?"
Zhi’er turned her head: "I understand, Master is the best, even when pretending to be a beggar, it’s the most realistic!"
Mo Yanchi was taken aback, his graying eyebrows furrowing in confusion: "Hmm?!"
Is that what he had just been trying to convey?
Zhi’er had already taken the chance to pull her little hand away, holding the bowl as she dashed off.
"Master~ Zhi’er has something to do, you play by yourself! I’ll come back to find you later."
Mo Yanchi raised his hand: "Hey! Little disciple!"
However, the little one slipped into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Onlookers from powerful families took the opportunity to gather around, eagerly seeking advice.
Mo Yanchi could only sigh helplessly.
While others begged to speak with him, this little disciple, clever and mischievous, couldn’t be restrained.
Zhi’er held the sea soup bowl, running for a while before stopping.
During this time, some of the porridge in the bowl had spilled on the back of her tiny hand.
The little one walked over to the nearest table and placed the bowl on it.
Then she took out her small handkerchief and earnestly cleaned her hands.
The noble guests dining at this table were perhaps mingling with friends nearby.
Several dishes were already half gone.
At this moment, a voice called out—
"Princess?"
Zhi’er turned her head and saw Ke Shouwang approaching.
The little one beamed adorably, her voice sweet: "Sun Sun!"
Ke Shouwang’s forehead dripped a bead of cold sweat.
He awkwardly smiled: "Princess, please don’t joke. Last time I was under the influence of illusion medicine, I won’t dare to shout randomly anymore."
"After all, my family is ordinary, I dare not forge relations with the Princess," Ke Shouwang tried to decline as gently as possible.
Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, obediently looking at him: "It’s okay, we each call each other as we please. I’ll call you my obedient grandchild, and you just call me Princess!"
Ke Shouwang’s eyes widened.
Was the four-year-old little princess playing him for a fool!
Call each other as they please? Wouldn’t that mean she could just call him a grandchild at will, taking advantage!
Ke Shouwang’s face turned a rainbow of embarrassment.
The little princess and the Eldest Heir really were from the same family.
Both were quite cunning!
Suddenly, Ke Shouwang’s good friend, Young Master Han, called out to him.
Ke Shouwang raised his voice: "Coming!"
Then he lowered his head to say to Zhi’er: "Princess, I’ll take my leave first. If you get tired, you can sit here and rest for a while."
Ke Shouwang pointed to a stool, and Zhi’er waved her hand, allowing him to depart.
After he left, the little one suddenly remembered something.
"Oh right! I almost forgot to return the insects to obedient Sun Sun!"
Zhi’er placed the sea soup bowl on the table and reached into her pouch to retrieve the Poisonous Insect.
The two insects were wrapped in a handkerchief by the little one.
Over the past few days, Zhi’er fed them pastry crumbs whenever she had the chance.
The insects, which initially looked regular, now appeared chubby and plump.