Bai Zhi'er pinched the chubby belly of the ginseng with her little hand.
The little one tilted her head, scrutinizing it with some disdain.
"Oh dear, not even a hundred years old, and I dug you out before you even had a full month! I'm really sorry about that."
She offered it to the nearby dogs: "Does anyone want to eat this?"
The other watchdogs came up, sniffed it, then turned their heads away to show disinterest.
Only Big Yellow reluctantly gave Bai Zhi'er some face, licked it once, then stuck out his tongue and ran off.
Bai Zhi'er shook her head helplessly, muttering, "If none of you like it, I'll just have to take it back to give to Brother Fu Ce!"
She tucked the ginseng into her little bag.
The Xiu Luo Envoys exchanged a silent glance.
It seemed like they had overheard something they shouldn't have.
Why suddenly, did they feel a bit sympathetic towards the Marquis?
Just then, someone nearby rebuked loudly, "You actually dug up my ginseng!"
