CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: THE BABY HAS ONE FAIRY DRESS

"Your Highness, Princess! How could they let you come here? It’s dangerous, you must go back!" Qingmei approached inside the cell.

But after taking only two steps, she retreated.

She shook her head repeatedly, "Princess, don’t come over. I’m afraid I am not in a good condition."

Two Asura Envoys watched Bai Zhi’er from a distance to prevent her from approaching the cell.

Bai Zhi’er looked at Qingmei, whose face was clean in the morning but now appeared somewhat ashen and haggard.

She didn’t know if Qingmei had cried, but her eyes were red.

"Sister Qingmei, are you feeling uncomfortable now? Don’t worry, you’ll be fine!" Bai Zhi’er softly comforted her.

Qingmei, however, gave a bitter smile, "Thank you, Princess. I’m not afraid, as long as you are safe."

"Before I left the palace this morning, I asked the dining room to prepare milk cake. It must be ready by now, please go back and enjoy it, Princess."

Saying this, she turned slightly, and tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.

In reality, Qingmei wanted Bai Zhi’er to leave this dangerous place.

Bai Zhi’er’s eyes were full of worry.

At this moment, someone outside called the two guards, the Asura Envoys, away, as if something urgent required their attention.

Before leaving, the Asura Envoys instructed Bai Zhi’er, "Your Highness, Princess, please do not come close."

As they walked to the door, they didn’t forget to call for someone else to watch over Bai Zhi’er.

While they were exchanging posts, Bai Zhi’er hurriedly took small steps to the side of the cell.

Qingmei panicked, "Princess, please step back!"

The little one urged, "Sister Qingmei, extend your injured hand over, hurry, I can heal it!"

Qingmei hesitated twice but refused to step forward; Bai Zhi’er then stretched her small hand into the cell.

She grasped the air twice, and in her anxiety, even her voice turned soft, "Come on! Otherwise, the Asura Envoys will be back soon!"

Qingmei thought for a moment, remained relatively distant, but extended her arm injured by Si Zheng.

On the arm, there were three distinct claw marks. The edges of the wounds were reddish and pale, faintly exposing the flesh.

Bai Zhi’er glanced at it, then hid her small hand inside her sleeve, subsequently, she pinched her sleeve and covered Qingmei’s injured spot.

Qingmei was startled and hurried to withdraw her hand, "Princess, don’t touch it!"

Bai Zhi’er’s other little chubby hand grabbed her wrist.

"Sister Qingmei, don’t move! Just a moment!"

Qingmei watched in a heart-pounding disbelief, the little one’s face serious and milk-white.

Only then did she notice that the dress the Princess wore was like the one she wore when she first entered the palace.

The little princess had mentioned that it was the dress left by her mother.

During this time, Qingmei didn’t know if it was her hallucination.

She actually felt an itch on her injured arm, but it was followed by a slightly stinging sensation.

Just a moment later, Bai Zhi’er released her hand.

Qingmei looked at her arm again, and at the injured spot, there were only three faint marks left.

Like scars that remain after the skin and flesh have healed, in a light whitish color.

Except for the edges still a bit red, the previous raw red flesh was no longer visible!

Qingmei was astonished and amazed, "This...how did this happen, it’s actually... healed?"

Bai Zhi’er’s little face beamed with a sweet smile, her eyes clear.

"This dress was specially made by my mother, it can cure all poisons and prevent all plagues, infused with special medicinal juice, which has miraculous effects."

Qingmei, surprised, hurriedly expressed her gratitude, "Princess, your life-saving grace, I will never forget!"

Bai Zhi’er smiled broadly, her large eyes curved like a crescent moon, with a sweet smile.

Although the so-called medicinal infusion was false, it was just to make Qingmei believe.

But this immortal dress was woven by her mother with Yaochi Immortal Cloud, infused with auspicious energy, more powerful than any medicinal juice.

This type of clothing, the little one has hundreds of them in the nine layered heaven.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t bring them all when she came to find her father, only wearing one out.

Nevertheless, it should be enough.

Next, as long as Qingmei observes for a few days and everything is fine, she will definitely be released.

At this moment, sounds of the Asura Envoys approaching were heard at the door.

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly returned to her original position and winked at Qingmei, lowering her soft voice, "Remember to keep it a secret!"