The plum banquet ended completely.
Bai Xilie feared that Bai Zhi'er might have been frightened just now.
So, at the first moment, the Emperor left with the Princess in his arms.
The civil and military officials also took their families, bidding farewell to their fellow bureaucrats.
Bai Zhi'er lay on her father's shoulder, being carried by Bai Xilie down the Wide Jade Stairs.
Officials leaving around them paused, bowing to make way.
Bai Zhi'er's watery eyes casually glanced to the side.
And for a moment, she made eye contact with a man whose eyes resembled those of an eagle.
Although that man appeared to be bowing,
he was slightly raising his head, his gaze sinister, and his face didn't look like that of a good person.
On Bai Zhi'er's delicate round face, her black eyes, like grape pearls, blinked twice.
She only held the eye contact for two seconds before looking away.
The eagle-eyed man was holding the hand of his five-year-old daughter.
