A meal ended in discord.
Zhi'er and the others enjoyed their food well enough, yet Duke Huan and his group left with their hearts filled with frustration.
Upon returning to the East Garden.
Zhi'er arranged: "When it's time for that so-called Heir Ming Yang's birthday banquet, I'll go with Brother Fu Ce."
"Tomorrow, Guoguo will follow Duke Huan to meet the Song family's relatives, Sixth Brother, you accompany him."
Otherwise, Zhi'er wouldn't be at ease if Guoguo went alone with Duke Huan.
The Sixth Prince listened, casting a cold glance at Feng Fuce.
"And him, will he stay here with you, sister?"
Zhi'er blinked her round eyes: "Yes."
Xingye pursed his lips, protested briefly, "Could he go with Guoguo, while I stay here with you?"
Feng Fuce crossed his arms and sneered: "Afraid I'd eat her up?"
Xingye nodded earnestly, uttering coldly, "Yes."
Feng Fuce narrowed his deep eyes.
If he truly wanted to eat, could Xingye, a mere mortal, truly stop him?
