Until Chu Ping felt the cold gaze from Feng Fuce beside him.
Only then did he hastily fall silent.
He awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
"Marquis, I acted impulsively. It's just that our Xiuluo Guard haven't seen any other living people for a few years, and I got excited for a moment..."
"And you know, when others see us, they run away as if they've seen King Yan."
"It's rare for the Princess to still think of sending us food." Chu Ping said this, smiling foolishly.
Feng Fuce withdrew his cold gaze and looked down at the food box brought by Bai Zhi'er on the table.
"She's crafty and cunning. If she has something to ask you, she naturally brings food along. In her eyes, it's a trade of interests."
"Don't be fooled by her young age; even ten of you can't outplay her."
Feng Fuce picked up a piece of pastry from the food box.
The vermilion plum blossom cake was filled with substantial red bean paste, the outer skin soft and crispy.
