Bai Zhi'er lowered her long eyelashes, a bit lost: "But my uncle and I have no grievances or enmities, why would he do such a thing."
Feng Fuce noticed the little one's sadness.
He pursed his thin lips and said, "But even with the private seal, it doesn't prove this was arranged by Prince Qing."
Feng Fuce's icy gaze turned to the housekeeper.
"After all, even he himself said he had never seen Prince Qing, everything was just through letters."
Bai Zhi'er perked up and snorted heavily.
With a cute fierceness, she questioned: "Then tell me, why did my uncle arrange for you to cause trouble!"
The housekeeper cried out for injustice: "In the letter, Prince said that as long as I prevented the Princess's Wen Mansion from being completed on time, the longer the better."
Bai Zhi'er puffed her pink cheeks, like a puzzled little cotton candy cloud.
"But… why would uncle want to stop the Wen Mansion from opening?"
