CHAPTER 629: CHAPTER 629: BROTHER FU CE, WHAT IS A MALE CONCUBINE?

Bai Fengqing was silent for a while, as if he had figured it out.

He did not deny that hairpins were things worn by girls.

However, that didn’t mean he would give up his hobby.

In those silver shops, weren’t there also male craftsmen making hairpins?

Bai Fengqing’s face relaxed a lot in response to Prince Kang’s apology.

He naturally also guessed that his sister Bai Zhi’er played a role in this.

So Bai Fengqing would not dwell on it any further.

"Father, I also want to apologize to you; I shouldn’t have argued so fiercely with you."

Prince Kang’s expression eased up, he reached out and patted Bai Fengqing’s shoulder, jokingly scolding, "Rascal, don’t learn from your Third Brother, always ready to raise fists at me!"

Princess Consort Kang was very happy to see the father and son reconcile.

She took the initiative and said, "Stop talking so much, the food is getting cold, Zhi’er is hungry, isn’t she? Why not try Third Aunt’s cooking?"

Seizing the moment while the maid was serving the soup, Bai Fengqing hurried over to Bai Zhi’er’s side.

"Sister, look, the hairpin is fixed!" His eyes sparkled brilliantly as he shared excitedly with the little one.

Bai Zhi’er picked it up to examine it. The thin gold foil was flat and slightly curved, and the rubies at the center of the flowers glistened brightly under the room’s lighting.

"It’s so pretty! Fifth Brother, you’re amazing!"

Bai Fengqing was immensely proud of receiving praise.

He couldn’t help but say, "Let me put it in your hair."

Feng Fuce, who was watching from the side, caught a glimpse of Bai Fengqing intending to put the hairpin on Bai Zhi’er.

He reached out to stop him: "Let me do it. Fifth Heir, you go and sit down to eat."

Bai Fengqing paused but didn’t think much of it: "Alright! Then I’ll trouble you, Marquis."

The gold hairpin fell into Feng Fuce’s palm, and he deliberately stood up, positioning himself behind Bai Zhi’er.

Prince Kang and Princess Consort Kang sat opposite them, watching Marquis Wan’s cold, harsh features painted with patience.

He gently slipped the hairpin into Bai Zhi’er’s dark hair.

The little one touched it, delightfully asking Feng Fuce: "Does it look good?"

"It looks good," Feng Fuce nodded.

Bai Zhi’er’s smile was sweet like sugared honey: "Who can deny my Fifth Brother is skilled? Adding it to your Bai’s head, it’s the icing on the cake!"

Bai Fengqing laughed heartily: "Then Fifth Brother will often make them for you. Spring, summer, fall, winter, several sets each month."

"All the way until you’re married! By then, who knows, I might even make your phoenix crown, Fifth Brother!"

Prince Kang pretended to hit him, feigning anger: "Your sister is still young, and you’re already thinking of marrying her off, turning against your family?"

"Zhi’er, don’t listen to him, you’re going to be an Empress. Who needs to marry a man when you can just take in male concubines!"

As soon as Prince Kang finished his words, he received a slap on the face from Princess Consort Kang.

"You’re so drunk your brain’s malfunctioning, saying such nonsense in front of Zhi’er. Shut up and eat!"

A chastised Prince Kang lowered his head in grievance: "Oh... Zhi’er, Third Uncle was just talking nonsense, don’t take it to heart."

Bai Zhi’er indeed looked confused and unsure.

She blinked her big eyes and turned to ask Feng Fuce: "Brother Fu Ce, what’s a male concubine?"

However, as the little one lowered her eyes, she noticed by Feng Fuce’s side: "Oh! Your spoon is broken."

Everyone looked up to see the white porcelain soup spoon, meant for Feng Fuce, inexplicably broken into two.

Feng Fuce’s dark eyes were cold as he swept his chillingly murderous gaze over Prince Kang.

"Change it," he said coolly.

Princess Consort Kang quickly called a maid over to replace the porcelain spoon.