Chapter 1471: Who’s Proposing?!

At the end of April, peach blossoms were fluttering in the Capital.

"Zhi’er, try this. Your father got up early to make it, insisting that you like to eat it." Jing Jia handed over a box of sesame crisps.

The family of three sat in the pavilion, surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, magnificent scenery.

Looking closer, peach blossoms danced in the air, extremely beautiful.

Bai Zhi’er picked up the sesame crisps, and before she could take a few bites, Bai Xilie already gestured with his hand.

"It’s almost noon, Zhi’er must be hungry. Let’s eat first, then have the sesame crisps. Dad had the Imperial Kitchen prepare crystal pork hock and cauliflower mushroom, all your favorites."

Bai Zhi’er tasted each dish lightly.

However, the dishes she usually loved the most, she ate only a little.

She silently put down her chopsticks.

Bai Xilie immediately became nervous: "Why aren’t you eating, is the food not to your taste? Dad will have someone return to the Imperial Kitchen to make more!"

Bai Zhi’er shook her head: "No need, Dad, it’s just... why isn’t Brother Fu Ce allowed to come in?"

She looked into the distance, where Feng Fuce was patrolling with the Xiu Luo Envoys.

She had happily invited Feng Fuce to see the peach blossoms today.

But unexpectedly, Bai Xilie said the three of them had something to discuss.

Upon hearing Bai Zhi’er’s words, Bai Xilie and Jing Jia exchanged a glance.

"Zhi’er, do you care so much about the Marquis Wan?" Bai Xilie asked.

Bai Zhi’er sighed: "Dad, since climbing the mountain just now, you’ve asked this five or six times. My answer is the same; I do care about him. He and I have something to tell you and Mom."

Bai Xilie raised his hand: "These can wait for now. Actually, your mom and I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"The Emperor of Yan Country, Xie Yu, do you know him already?"

Bai Zhi’er was taken aback.

She pursed her pink lips.

How was she to explain to her dad that she knew him from a dream?

"Uh... I don’t think so... I’ve never heard of him. Could it be I saw him somewhere on the road?" To avoid trouble, she simply denied it.

Jing Jia glanced at her without any change in expression.

Bai Xilie nodded: "I knew it, Zhi’er has never been to Yan Country, so why does Xie Yu keep saying our Zhi’er saved his nation’s fate?"

"I think he’s just using it as an excuse to propose!"

Bai Zhi’er widened her eyes: "Who’s proposing?!"

"Xie Yu, of course." Bai Xilie finished, then told Jing Jia: "This kid is trying to deceive us. I knew it; with Zhi’er’s obedient nature, she wouldn’t mess around with some rogue boy!"

Jing Jia coughed lightly: "Xie Yu sent a letter a few days ago, saying he personally brought betrothal gifts, traveling a long distance from Yan Country to Great Chu, claiming to be sincerely wanting to form an alliance."

"Since Zhi’er doesn’t know about this, your dad and I will just refuse him for you."

Bai Zhi’er still looked dazed.

Xie Yu? That little emperor? He’s younger than her and wants to propose marriage!

The problem is, how does he know she’s in Great Chu?

Could it be that Senior Brother Yuan Zhen told him...?

Just then, Jing Jia asked: "Alright Zhi’er, call Feng Fuce over. What were you two planning to say to us?"

"We..." Bai Zhi’er mustered the courage.

Decided to confess to her dad and mom that she also liked Feng Fuce.

However, at that moment, a familiar call came from afar —

"Little disciple, Master has returned from wandering!" It was Mo Yanchi’s voice!

Bai Zhi’er turned to look.

Mo Yanchi was accompanied by someone.

She squinted her eyes to see clearly.

That familiar face, who else could it be if not Xie Yu!