Qingmei smiled: "Princess, this is a dish that the Marquis saw newly available at Xijiang Yue during his outing, and he specially bought it and had Chu Ping bring it back."
"If you're hungry after practicing your calligraphy, Princess, should I heat it up for you to eat?"
Bai Zhi'er put down the brush, her big eyes sparkling with light.
"Brother Fu Ce? Hmm, I haven't seen him in two or three days either! When he returns, let's go to the Xiuluo Guard to find him and play together."
Qingmei nodded in agreement.
But as she lowered her eyes, she saw the words Bai Zhi'er had written.
The little one had filled the whole sheet of paper—
Mother, Zhi'er misses you.
Qingmei couldn't help but be moved.
She softened her voice and asked, "Princess, do you miss the Empress?"
Bai Zhi'er sat in the chair, blinking her big eyes, her voice soft and obedient: "Yes! Master says that when you miss someone, you have to write it down on paper."
