Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes and covered her lips, stifling a laugh.

"Why does Brother Ce always look like a big orange cat that got its tail stepped on whenever he sees Jun Kuang?"

In the imperial palace, the orange cat they once raised together had grown too old to move.

Originally, it should have passed away in the winter three years ago.

But Feng Fuce knew Bai Zhi’er liked it, so he used a Demon to extend the big orange cat’s life.

Although the big orange cat couldn’t move, Bai Zhi’er specially found two palace servants to carry it out to enjoy the flowers and feed it daily. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

When the big orange cat was young, it was quite amorous, and its offspring were spread throughout the imperial palace.

Occasionally, those kittens would often lie on Bai Zhi’er’s windowsill, meowing for a petting.

Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce sneered, "The big orange cat always gets angry because the kittens it likes get petted by other tomcats."

Bai Zhi’er’s sneaky laughter froze.

That seemed to be the case.

The last time the big orange was cradled in a palace servant’s arms, taken out to enjoy the flowers.

It discovered that the young white kitten it used to like was sunbathing with another calico cat!

In a fit of anger, the big orange let out a raspy meow!

Feng Fuce turned his eyes to her, a meaningful smile tugging at his thin lips.

"It seems you understand why I dislike Jun Kuang."

"To be clear, when you laugh with him, I get jealous."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er’s face turned red.

She didn’t dare to raise her head to look at Feng Fuce’s gaze.

"Brother A Kuang didn’t do anything..." Bai Zhi’er mumbled.

Leaning against the carriage wall, Feng Fuce closed his eyes slightly: "You’re still speaking for him?"

Bai Zhi’er stubbornly hummed.

She then sat beside him and began to enjoy the snacks Feng Fuce had prepared for her on the carriage.

Feng Fuce suddenly said lightly, "By the way, did you hear from Qingmei that she’s marrying Chu Ping next spring in March?"

Bai Zhi’er immediately choked.

"Cough—!"

Feng Fuce quickly reached out, gently patting her back.

He couldn’t help but smile, "Eat slowly, it seems you didn’t know?"

As he spoke, Feng Fuce lifted his finger, casually wiping away the cake crumbs from Bai Zhi’er’s lips.

Bai Zhi’er’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise, "I didn’t know, Sister Qingmei hasn’t told me yet."

Feng Fuce nodded, "Chu Ping only mentioned it to me today; Lord Chu and his wife are very pleased with Qingmei, and since Chu Ping is of age, they’re urging it."

"The Chu family will handle all the wedding arrangements, and they’ve already prepared a dowry for Qingmei."

After listening, Bai Zhi’er felt that Chu Ping’s parents were particularly considerate.

They knew Qingmei’s background and not only didn’t look down on her but helped boost her confidence, showing extraordinary regard.

Bai Zhi’er was genuinely happy for Qingmei.

"This is great; although I’ve also prepared a dowry for Sister Qingmei, seeing the in-laws value her gives me much relief."

"Brother Ce surely doesn’t know that many wicked mothers-in-law bully their daughters-in-law in this world."

Feng Fuce glanced at her, smiling faintly: "It doesn’t matter; you won’t have such troubles anyway."

Bai Zhi’er didn’t think much of it and obediently agreed.

Suddenly, she realized, her eyes widening: "No troubles... Are you saying you don’t have parents?"

Feng Fuce found her reaction particularly amusing.

"Otherwise, who else would I be talking about?"

Bai Zhi’er hadn’t expected he was already considering matters after marriage!

Her cheeks flushed, and she immediately changed the topic.