CHAPTER 482: CHAPTER 482: IF SHE DOESN’T LEAVE, THIS WILL NEVER END!

Qingmei tidied up Bai Zhi’er’s stray hair: "No matter what, I will always protect the Princess."

No matter what woman comes, she would never let the little princess suffer grievances!

Bai Zhi’er obediently curved her eyebrows into a smile: "Alright! With Sister Qingmei here, Zhi Bao is very reassured!"

After saying this, she hugged Tang yuan and ran outside to bask in the sun.

Bai Zhi’er placed the panda on the ground, watching as Tang yuan turned its belly up, sunbathing and rolling around.

The little fellow laughed adorably.

However, hidden in those black, shiny eyes was another matter of concern.

Bai Zhi’er poked Tang yuan’s plump little paw.

"This Aunt Yinling must be lying."

The little fellow pouted, long lashes fluttering: "Mother said when she first came into the mundane world, she thought the kitchen’s smoky atmosphere was too heavy, making her uneasy, so she rarely went in."

"If Mother really knew how to make Vegetable Cake, why hasn’t she made it for Zhi Bao even once?"

Tang yuan gently pawed at Bai Zhi’er’s fingers, seemingly hinting for her to rub its belly.

The little fellow propped its chin with its right hand, its watery eyes sparkling.

"If she lied, then what is she trying to do?"

Bai Zhi’er rolled her eyes, mumbling: "Master said that to see the truth, one must disguise, hmm..."

The little one, with a tender and fair face, fell into deep thought.

Noon.

Bai Xilie would always come to coax his daughter for a nap at this hour.

Usually, by the time the little one woke up, he had already gone to the Imperial Study Room to handle affairs.

This time was no exception.

Looking at Bai Zhi’er’s sleeping face, Bai Xilie covered her with a silk quilt and quietly left the main hall.

Bai Xilie instructed Qingmei: "Today I’ve asked the Imperial Kitchen to prepare some new pastries, about six or seven kinds, and when the Princess wakes up, bring them for her to taste."

"Make sure to note which kind the Princess likes best, then inform the Imperial Kitchen to prepare more of that in the future, understood?"

Qingmei nodded, very properly: "I understand."

Bai Xilie was about to leave when he saw a graceful figure entering from the courtyard gate.

Qingmei glanced and immediately felt a surge of annoyance.

It was that Su Yinling again.

"Brother Lie? What a coincidence, you’re here too." Su Yinling, carrying a bamboo basket, seemed surprised.

Bai Xilie, worried about disturbing his daughter’s rest inside the hall, descended two steps and smiled slightly: "This is Ruizhu Palace, isn’t it quite normal for me to be here?"

Su Yinling covered her mouth, smiling with curved eyes: "I misspoke, Brother Lie, don’t mind it. I just thought you’re busy with government affairs, didn’t expect to meet you here."

Bai Xilie glanced at the basket in her hand.

"You’re here to deliver something to Zhi’er?"

Su Yinling nodded: "Last time Zhi’er said she liked the Vegetable Cake I made, so today I prepared a few, just finished."

Saying this, she unveiled the cloth covering the basket: "They’re still warm, Brother Lie, have one before you go?"

Bai Xilie took a glance: "No need, you keep them for Zhi’er, I’m not feeling hungry."

Su Yinling quickly asked: "Not hungry? Brother Lie must be too busy, but not eating won’t do, your body can’t take it, how about I..."

She hadn’t finished speaking when Qingmei swiftly stepped over.

"Miss Su, just give the basket to me, when the Princess wakes up, I’ll be sure to tell her you came." Qingmei smiled sweetly, but her eyes were cold.

This Su Yinling, if not sent away, would never finish!

Bai Xilie had no intention of staying longer: "Zhi’er is still sleeping, best if you don’t go in, just leave the items with Qingmei, I have official duties to attend to, so I’ll take my leave first."