At this moment, the fat-faced man, Mole’s accomplice, also came running with a broom. He saw Bai Zhi’er there, and his eyes lit up. "The Princess is also here, that’s just perfect. I just heard a few Xiu Luo Envoys talking about something related to the Princess!" Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes lightly: "What is the matter, oh?" The round-faced man looked around and lowered his voice: "They said the Emperor received an old man into the palace today, and that old man brought his daughter, who is over twenty and still charming!" Bai Zhi’er’s delicate little face looked at him in confusion. Mole delivered a punch to the fat-faced man’s stomach: "In front of the Princess, what nonsense are you talking!" "Ouch!" The fat-faced man cried out in pain: "It’s not me who’s saying this, others were discussing it. They even mentioned the Emperor personally received them into the palace, and was very affectionate and concerned." "Some of them said, could it be the Emperor wants to take..." Before the fat-faced man could finish speaking, Mole quickly covered his mouth. "Old Fatty, I’ve long been annoyed by your mouth. Every time you eat the most, now your words are just as scattered?" This talk, isn’t it stabbing at the little Princess’s heart! Mole heard that the Princess’s mother was lost outside and hasn’t returned yet. She is such a small child, her father is the Emperor, with the three palaces and six courtyards, it is inevitable. Just thinking about it makes one feel heartache! A Xiu Luo Envoy came running, shouting at them: "Are you guys hiding here being lazy? Hurry up and go clean the cell, and bring your big boss out; he’s passed out again from the chamber pot smell!" Mole promptly responded: "Hey! Okay, we’ll be right there." He released the fat-faced man and turned to Bai Zhi’er: "Princess, we’re leaving, don’t take Old Fatty’s words to heart." "But, if anyone bullies the Princess, you tell us! Although we can’t help, we can curse him to death behind his back together with the Princess." With that said, Mole and the fat-faced man hurriedly ran away with the bucket. Bai Zhi’er stood in place, blinking her pure and clear eyes. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovєlFіre.net The little girl mumbled: "What’s it about dad bringing an old man into the palace, oh?" Not far away, Feng Fuce originally came to look for Bai Zhi’er. But when Mole and the little one were talking, he stood over there. Now, Feng Fuce gazed at Bai Zhi’er’s little figure, pondering in confusion. He couldn’t help but turn his head and quietly ask Lei Hu behind him: "Did the Emperor receive someone into the palace today?" Lei Hu lowered his head and replied: "Yes, Marquis, I heard he seemed to be a hometown acquaintance who had once done a favor for the Emperor." "The old man is of old age and has contracted an illness hard to cure, he pleaded to the Emperor, hence was received into the imperial palace for the Imperial Physician’s diagnosis." Feng Fuce’s cold eyes were deep: "He also brought his daughter?" Lei Hu pressed his lips, speaking further felt like discussing the Emperor’s own privacy. He hesitated but decided to lower his voice and say: "She is two years younger than the Emperor. People say, back when the Emperor had not yet risen to power, the two of them were childhood sweethearts in the village." Feng Fuce did not speak again, his ink-thick gaze fixed on Bai Zhi’er in the distance. The Empress has not returned to the palace, her whereabouts remain unknown. At this time, an old childhood sweetheart of the Emperor comes in. It’s inevitable the palace people are privately speculating. Feng Fuce turned and instructed Lei Hu: "You arrange a few people to keep an eye on the father and daughter who entered the palace. You don’t need to do anything, just report any anomalies to me immediately."