ATPnovel Chapter 1432: Bai Xilie and Feng Fuce Jealously Agree
Chapter 1432: Bai Xilie and Feng Fuce Jealously Agree
Jing Jia naturally wasn’t offended, and after he had said ’no need for ceremony,’ Historian Wang was still kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and admitting his mistakes.He was deeply remorseful: "I have always respected the Empress for her character; in years past, you accompanied the Emperor, making a home wherever you went, and managed affairs amidst the chaos of war."
"The Empress has always been the woman I most admire, but to think that one day the Empress would simply wear a veil and I wouldn’t recognize her, I truly deserve to die."
Bai Xilie slightly furrowed his brow: "What do you mean by ’the woman you admire?’ Enough of your nonsense, you have no business here. Step aside for now."
Historian Wang looked eagerly at Jing Jia.
Jing Jia stood upright, with a gentle smile.
"Lord Wang, you shouldn’t blame yourself too much. I haven’t seen you all for over a decade; not recognizing me is understandable."
Upon hearing this, Historian Wang wanted to say more, but Bai Xilie had already ordered the eunuch to drag him away.
"I have matters to discuss, yet Minister Wang can’t seem to stop talking!" he complained impatiently.
It was obvious he was somewhat displeased by the excitement Historian Wang had just shown.
Bai Zhi’er smiled cheerfully and waved to Historian Wang: "Goodbye, Uncle Historian."
Historian Wang, with his hands held by the eunuch, was dragged away, but as he passed by Bai Zhi’er, he didn’t forget to smile: "Your Highness Princess! I’ve written a short biography for you, planning to insert it into the history books, I’ll let you see it in advance!"
With that, his figure was dragged away into the distance.
Bai Xilie dusted off his robe and snorted: "He’s truly verbose."
Feng Fuce responded with a nod: "Indeed, he is a bit."
Jing Jia looked at the two of them impassively.
On the matter of Historian Wang, the two seemed united.
Jing Jia softly reminded: "Alright, since Marquis Wan and Zhi’er have arrived, let’s prepare to dine."
Only then did Bai Xilie remember the day’s important affair, and he immediately instructed Quanxi: "Serve the meal."
The four of them sat around a round table.
Bai Zhi’er was wedged between her parents, directly facing Feng Fuce.
However, Jing Jia and Bai Xilie were seated very close to her.
Thus, the situation seemed as if the family of three was questioning Feng Fuce.
As a result, even with a mountain of dishes stacked in her bowl, Bai Zhi’er was not inclined to eat.
Outside, spring sunshine warmly illuminated the ancient inkstone and ink painting below the window, which stood out distinctively.
Inside, it was quite quiet; palace Servants had been dismissed by Bai Xilie to the door.
Only the four of them were dining.
Bai Xilie and Jing Jia occasionally added more dishes to their daughter’s plate.
They initially intended to discuss something with Feng Fuce, but neither of them spoke first.
Feng Fuce didn’t seem hurried.
He didn’t favor mortal food, so at this moment, faced with the exquisite dishes, he merely sipped tea indifferently.
He only occasionally moved his chopsticks to eat the dishes that Bai Zhi’er gave him.
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes darted, looking left and right.
Seeing that her mother and father had no intention of speaking, she took a few sips of soup and proactively said: "Father, I think what Uncle Historian just said makes sense."
"Mother is back, surely she shouldn’t continue to show her face with a veil, but should openly reveal her identity to the Civil and Military Officials."
"Perhaps we should let the Ritual Music Bureau choose a good day and formally welcome Empress Mother back to the palace?"
Bai Xilie thoughtfully nodded: "I was thinking the same thing, but unfortunately, your mother still doesn’t agree."
Bai Zhi’er quickly looked at Jing Jia.
Jing Jia was just serving her soup, and upon hearing this, calmly said: "The time isn’t right."