xymnovel Chapter 1282: She Feels a Little Unwell
Chapter 1282: She Feels a Little Unwell
There is less than an hour until midnight.Zhi’er always felt a bit uncomfortable, though she couldn’t quite say why.
She quietly checked her own pulse just now.
There was nothing wrong.
It was really strange.
Feng Fuce suddenly asked, "Are you planning to go back to Ruizhu Palace?"
Zhi’er snapped back to attention, "Hm? Of course, where else could I go."
Feng Fuce stopped walking, "Come to my place?"
Zhi’er blinked her round eyes, "Huh?"
Feng Fuce’s eyes were deep, with a faint dark glow.
"Originally, you were supposed to keep vigil with the Emperor tonight, but since he’s already asleep, I thought I’d take you to see the fireworks."
Zhi’er laughed, "Does your house have fireworks? I remember Brother Fu Ce’s house rarely has people."
Not to mention, there’s not a single ghost.
Such a large mansion, yet so empty!
Feng Fuce nodded, "Yes. I had them prepared in advance."
Zhi’er was surprised, "How did you know my father would get drunk tonight?"
Feng Fuce took her hand, leading her towards the Imperial City Gate.
"I didn’t know, but I wanted to show them to you anyway. You can see my mansion from the Star Picking Platform of the imperial palace."
The fireworks were set off exactly on time, ensuring that Zhi’er could see them.
But since Bai Xilie was occupied tonight, he hoped to take Zhi’er himself to see them at his house.
Zhi’er didn’t object and happily agreed, "Sure!"
Feng Fuce’s carriage was already waiting at the Imperial City Gate.
While in his carriage, Zhi’er felt uncomfortable again.
This time, she was sure it was pain.
She even started to feel a bit cold.
So, involuntarily, Zhi’er moved closer to Feng Fuce.
In the past, there was always a polite distance between Zhi’er and Feng Fuce in the carriage.
This was the first time she took the initiative to get closer.
Feng Fuce, who had been resting his eyes, felt her movement and then reached out to pull her into his arms.
He turned his head slightly, his thin lips brushing the top of her hair.
"Are you very cold? You’re trembling a little."
Zhi’er nodded, "I must have caught a chill from the wind earlier."
Feng Fuce sat her directly on his lap, generously opening his coat, "Put your hands inside, to get warm?"
Zhi’er’s eyes widened.
Her cheeks flushed as she looked at Fuce’s fair and composed face.
How could he say something so seductive with such a calm tone and expression!
Zhi’er turned her face away, her voice muffled with a hint of coquettish complaint, "Not me! You’re even colder, like an ice cube."
Feng Fuce chuckled deeply, "How will you know if you don’t try?"
Zhi’er thought he was serious, but of course, she couldn’t do such a thing!
Fortunately, Feng Fuce’s mansion was not far from the imperial palace; just then, the carriage arrived, and Zhi’er quickly used it as an excuse to get off.
His mansion was the same as always, even during the New Year, there was only a housekeeper and a few house servants.
Red lanterns hung at the entrance, with the word ’Fu’ pasted, giving it a touch of warmth.
After entering the mansion, Feng Fuce instructed the housekeeper to tell the kitchen servant to prepare a hot bowl of ginger soup to warm Zhi’er.
He led her towards the inner courtyard; along the way, Zhi’er noticed many places decorated with colorful lanterns.
She was a bit surprised, "I’ve never seen these at your place before; have I been away too long?"
Feng Fuce chuckled lightly, "Knowing you like them, I had them arranged in advance. Just waiting for the day you come, so you can see them right away."