Chapter 1475: Sitting Close to Little Junior Sister

Mo Yanchi had just had a few cups of peach blossom wine; his face was now rosy as he stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Emperor need not praise, Marquis Wan’s reputation, I have heard of many times during my time in Great Chu. Not only that, but my second disciple Yuan Zhen has mentioned that Marquis Wan is both brave and wise, worthy of being Great Chu’s number one Imperial Guard!"

Feng Fuce maintained a calm demeanor as he sat beside Bai Zhi’er.

Bai Zhi’er swiftly unwrapped the oil paper.

The Bean Cake steamed with heat, the rich sweet aroma wafting over.

"Father, Mother, Master, you must try this. It’s Xijiang Yue’s pastry, usually you can’t even buy it after queuing for a long time. Brother Ce waited in line for a long time to get them for me."

Mo Yanchi laughed, "Is that so? Then I must have a good taste."

At that moment, Xie Yu slowly walked back.

Bai Xilie warmly called out, "Young man from the Xie Family, come, try our Great Chu’s pastries."

Xie Yu walked into the pavilion, his gaze falling on Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce.

His expression turned somewhat subtle.

Inside the pavilion was a round stone table, with only three stone stools; thus when Mo Yanchi first arrived, Bai Xilie had his Hidden Guard bring up stools they had brought with them.

Jing Jia sat on Bai Xilie’s right side, Mo Yanchi sat on his left, and Bai Zhi’er was beside Mo Yanchi.

At this moment, Bai Zhi’er had Feng Fuce on her other side.

The empty stool should logically be between Feng Fuce and Jing Jia.

However, Xie Yu paused for just a moment, then suddenly dragged the stool, placing it between Mo Yanchi and Bai Zhi’er.

"Master, make room, I want to sit next to my little junior sister," he said with a smile.

Mo Yanchi was momentarily surprised but did not think much of it, "Alright, alright, it’s your first meeting, talk more with each other."

Feng Fuce looked at Xie Yu coldly, but Xie Yu merely returned a faintly provocative smile.

Bai Zhi’er found herself sandwiched between the two, feeling a bit awkward.

"Then... why don’t you both try a pastry?"

She reached out, picking up a piece, intending to place it in Feng Fuce’s plate.

However, before she could put it down, Xie Yu forcibly held his plate over Feng Fuce’s.

Bai Zhi’er froze.

Xie Yu said, "Junior sister, let me have a taste."

But this was the last piece.

Bai Zhi’er hesitated a bit.

"Then let me split it in two for you, the pastry was bought by Brother Ce, and he hasn’t even tasted it yet."

Xie Yu and Feng Fuce exchanged glances over Bai Zhi’er, neither giving consent.

Even Jing Jia could see the charged tension between the two.

Bai Zhi’er noticed they weren’t speaking, while she was still holding the pastry, caught in a dilemma.

She decided to put the pastry down and intended to stand up, "I better leave..."

"Sit down," she was interrupted when Feng Fuce placed a hand on the back of her hand.

Meanwhile, Xie Yu grabbed onto her sleeve.

Both reached out simultaneously, yet Xie Yu’s touch was naturally less intimate than Feng Fuce’s.

He dared only tug at her sleeve, seeming like a pleading gesture.

Even though, Xie Yu’s expression was somewhat indifferent.

Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes dazedly.

Jing Jia spoke up, "It seems Marquis Wan and Lord Xie are quite compatible, Zhi’er, why don’t you sit next to your mother, let the two of them communicate well."

Bai Zhi’er abruptly got up, decisively dragging her chair over to her mother and sitting down.

Xie Yu and Feng Fuce both withdrew their hands simultaneously, their expressions identically indifferent.

Bai Xilie eyed the two suspiciously.

Beneath the table, Jing Jia lightly kicked her husband with her foot.

Bai Xilie understood and laughed, "I see Marquis Wan and the young man from the Xie Family have similar tempers and personalities, like brothers."

Jing Jia and Bai Zhi’er both put on expressions of mild headache.

They hoped for a change of topic, not for the fanning of flames!