Long Xiyuan’s lips curled into a joyful smile.

"You certainly know how to speak sweetly."

Bai Zhi’er blinked her round eyes, "I’m just telling the truth."

"Besides, since you’re asking for my help, you should give me a hand too, right?"

Long Xiyuan propped his head up, squinting as he pondered for a moment.

He decisively said, "Alright, I promise you."

Bai Zhi’er giggled with delight.

She immediately stood up, "Then let’s go."

Long Xiyuan was taken aback, "Go where?"

"Of course, we should solve it now. I have to see results to help you wholeheartedly!" Bai Zhi’er said, justifiably.

Long Xiyuan couldn’t help but laugh, "You claim you’re not a businessman, but I see you’re calculating everything too clearly without incurring any loss."

With that, he also stood up, "Alright, let’s take you to see."

Long Xiyuan was also curious about this little girl’s abilities.

Bai Zhi’er grabbed Feng Fuce’s hand and walked out of the side hall.

Long Xiyuan summoned a sedan chair, and the three of them took the small sedan towards the harem.

Duke Huan chased after them, "Emperor! Emperor! Please help me!"

Long Xiyuan lifted the curtain and casually said, "Go to Prince Li Zheng’s house and burn incense to worship Buddha. Sincerity brings results."

"I have important matters to attend to right now and cannot attend to you for the moment."

With that, the sedan chair moved away.

Duke Huan couldn’t catch up, so he cursed Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce several times in his heart.

This group must be his nemesis.

Otherwise, why do they always appear to cause trouble whenever he needs help?

The sedan chair with Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce was separate from Long Xiyuan’s Dragon Chariot.

In the sedan chair, Feng Fuce crossed his arms, speaking calmly, "Do you really think Long Xiyuan understands what you want?"

Bai Zhi’er nodded.

The sedan was a bit cramped, so she had to sit sideways.

But the sedan always swayed, causing her to lean against Feng Fuce from time to time.

The young girl had her own thoughts, blushing slightly for some reason.

She withdrew tightly, trying her hardest to stick to the back wall.

Bai Zhi’er absently responded with an ’mm,’ her voice a low murmur.

"If he doesn’t understand, then why is he the Emperor?"

"It’s definitely right to find him. The harem has always been prone to trouble since ancient times."

"Just look at Great Chu’s former dynasty. The harem had lots of issues, like witchcraft harming people, Blood Child, and Suppression Technique."

"With so many beauties in the harem of the Qin Kingdom, I don’t believe there’s no trouble at all."

Suddenly!

The sedan tilted sharply.

Bai Zhi’er was forced to "pounce" onto Feng Fuce’s arm.

The softness of her chest was pressed firmly.

This feeling was so wrong!

Even when she hugged Feng Fuce voluntarily before, it wasn’t this close.

Feng Fuce held her up, "Are you alright?"

Bai Zhi’er’s earlobes were so red they could bleed, she just shook her head.

She quietly lifted her eyes to observe Feng Fuce.

Seeing his cold, aloof face staying pale and calm, as if there was no reaction at all.

He probably hadn’t noticed she "squeezed" him just now.

Bai Zhi’er let out a quiet sigh of relief.

She lifted the curtain, looking at the palace road, taking in the breeze to let the blush on her face gradually fade.

Unbeknownst to her, Feng Fuce beside her slightly clenched his fists under his sleeve.

His long, pale fingers seemed to rub something, tightening for a moment before relaxing.

On the surface, he remained calm and composed, but inside, strange emotions roared like a fiery sea, stirring up an irrepressible commotion.

When the sedan landed, Bai Zhi’er fled in a hurry.

Feng Fuce followed, bowing his head as he exited the sedan, and seeing her in such a state, he let out a barely audible chuckle.

The Little Demon Pet has truly grown up.