Bai Xilie hadn't slept all night, walking on the uneven, muddy mountain path. The hem of his Dragon Robe was already stained.
He didn't stop to rest, continuously moving forward.
"Emperor, you haven't rested for three hours. Please take care of yourself," Eunuch Quan Xi advised bitterly, following beside him.
Bai Xilie continued to look ahead, his handsome and resolute eyes never changing direction.
"I can't stop until I find Zhi'er. If Zhi'er is lost, how can I face Jing'er or call myself a father!"
Not taking good care of his daughter was his fault.
Eunuch Quan Xi sighed.
At that moment, the patrolling Imperial Guard hurriedly returned.
"Emperor! We found the Princess. The Marquis has brought her back!"
Joy burst in Bai Xilie's eyes, and he quickly went forward: "Where are they now!"
Then, a soft voice came: "Father, I'm here!"
On a section of the mountain path, Feng Fuce was carrying Bai Zhi'er.
Behind them, the sun was just rising.
