OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 501: Then Kill Them All
Bai Xuanmo stood by, watching the little one’s demeanor.
He couldn’t help but chuckle, "And you say Tang yuan isn’t like you, they’re exactly alike."
Aunt Qiao was quite pleased, "If the Princess likes them, feel free to come over when you have time, and I will make them for you every day."
Bai Zhi’er hopped down from the chair.
She raised her little head and hummed.
"Tang yuan eat till they’re full and then sleep. Zhi’er isn’t like that, I want to go out for a walk!"
Bai Wang, who had been peering around at the door, quickly followed.
"Princess, do you want to see the flowers? That Bai Lan looks especially beautiful, let me take you!"
The two little figures walked into the distance.
Bai Xuanmo held the teacup, originally sipping tea indifferently.
Seeing Bai Wang following Bai Zhi’er as they left, he squinted his narrow eyes.
His sister is still so young, yet there’s already a lousy brat following behind her.
It’s really displeasing.
He put down the teacup and walked out after them.
Aunt Qiao was with two maids putting away the table.
"Where is Your Highness going? I can make arrangements."
"I’m full too, going out for a stroll."
...
Meanwhile.
In a secluded town near the capital.
A large residence, doors and windows tightly shut.
Within the courtyard, bodies were scattered throughout, stained with blood.
An elderly woman knelt on the ground, facing the intimidating lineup of Asura’s soldiers, frightened and continuously pleading, her cries nonstop.
"Masters, spare me, I’m just a woman, I don’t know what’s happening here!"
Feng Fuce’s lean figure stood at the door, resembling a black-clad Evil God.
His composed, emotionless eyes stared coldly.
"You only need to tell us the whereabouts of your son, and we’ll leave."
The old woman’s eyes flickered with guilt, "His whereabouts? I don’t know, he travels far and wide all year long, how could I know?"
Feng Fuce sneered, turning his back.
The young man scanned the surroundings, "You hail from common folk, yet now reside in such a house, with twenty servants attending."
"Which part, which silver, wasn’t stolen by your son from commoners as a thief?"
"He has committed these evil deeds for so long, yet you claim ignorance of his whereabouts, living comfortably in this house built on blood."
Saying this, Feng Fuce raised his palm, gazing at the jade ring in his hand.
His thin lips curled into a cold smile.
"Then kill them all."
Chu Ping and Lei Hu understood, immediately placing their swords horizontally against the necks of two young boys.
Their cries were sharp, "Grandmother! Save us!"
The old woman became extremely terrified, "No! Don’t kill them."
Feng Fuce turned sideways, his brow sharp and cold.
"I’ll ask one last time, do you know your son Yang Chi’s whereabouts?"
The old woman knelt on the ground, trembling, tears streaming uncontrollably.
She looked towards the direction of her two grandsons, and ultimately gritted her teeth, "No... I don’t know."
Feng Fuce sneered.
The swords in the hands of Chu Ping and Lei Hu instantly slashed through the children’s tender necks.
In just a moment, accompanied by the old woman’s screams, two vibrant lives fell.
The old woman was overwhelmed with grief, she stood up, intending to rush at Feng Fuce.
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
However, she didn’t even touch the corner of Feng Fuce’s robe.
She was already pierced directly through the heart by the sword of the Xiu Luo Envoy.
Once she fell into the pool of blood, her eyes slightly open.
Feng Fuce flicked his sleeve, somewhat impatiently, "Back to the capital."
Chu Ping was taken aback, quickly asking, "Marquis, you’re not going to look for that bandit leader Yang Chi?"
"Having killed his family, he will seek revenge, he will find me. Let’s head back."
We’ve been out for several days, and there’s still Su Yinling at the palace, I am worried.
Wonder if the little rascal has been wronged.
