The carriage wobbled its way toward Xijiang Yue.
The three of them sat together, inevitably a bit crowded.
The Sixth Prince was forced to lean against Feng Fuce.
Due to the swaying of the carriage, the two of them occasionally bumped each other's shoulders.
The Sixth Prince glanced sideways, looking at Feng Fuce with a scrutinizing cold gaze: "Marquis, crowded?"
Feng Fuce glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze: "It's okay."
The Sixth Prince's handsome face lifted slightly, as if with a hint of a sneer.
Bai Zhi'er, petite and slender, sat beside them without much impact.
However, she blinked and watched for a while, why did she feel that Sixth Brother seemed to be purposely squeezing Feng Fuce?
The carriage arrived at Xijiang Yue, and the three of them got off.
Just then, Bai Zhi'er seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.
Only to see a gold feather invisible to ordinary people gently falling.
Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, raising her hand to catch it.
