Zhi'er hasn't spoken yet.
Guoguo already crossed her arms and snorted coldly.
"Surely coming to plead for her father."
Bai Xingye said coldly, "Sister, don't see her."
Only Feng Fuce looked at Zhi'er, waiting for her decision.
Zhi'er pondered for a moment.
She finally said, "Brother Ce, you and Sixth Brother, along with Guoguo, go out for a walk. I'll speak with Song Qingrui alone."
Guoguo was surprised and whispered, "The Princess won't help her, will she?"
Zhi'er waved her hand: "Of course not, I'm not foolish. Song Bufan deserves to die, but Song Qingrui is not bad."
"I'm just giving her a chance to speak. After all, I don't dislike her."
Thus, Feng Fuce gave Guoguo a push.
He spoke coldly, "Let's go."
Guoguo had no choice but to obey, following Bai Xingye and Feng Fuce out.
After Song Qingrui entered, Zhi'er led her to a seat.
"Come, have some tea." Zhi'er pushed the teacup in front of her.
Song Qingrui's face was gloomy, somewhat downcast.
