OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 542: Do You Really Treat Me Like a Dog?
Feng Fuce furrowed his cool brows: "Ill?"
Qingmei sighed: "Yes, I don’t know what’s going on. Marquis, wait until the Princess wakes up to come again."
After she spoke, Feng Fuce instinctively stepped forward to the left, as if wanting to pass Qingmei to take a look inside.
Qingmei quickly blocked his way, looking at Feng Fuce with confusion: "Marquis?"
Could it be that Marquis Wan wants to go in and visit?
But the Princess hasn’t woken up yet!
Feng Fuce snapped back to reality and gave Qingmei a cold look: "Understood, if there’s anything the Marquis can help with, come and inform at the Xiuluo Guard."
"Yes." Qingmei nodded.
Feng Fuce returned to the Xiuluo Guard.
The three bandits brought back earlier were standing in a line, holding brooms.
Upon seeing Feng Fuce return, they all straightened up and greeted with a loud voice: "Greetings, Marquis!"
Feng Fuce instantly shot them a cold glare: "Quiet."
This icy warning gaze made the three bandits, who were all smiles trying to please, quickly huddle together cautiously.
Seeing Feng Fuce enter the room, the pockmarked man sighed: "You all said, wait for the Marquis to be in a good mood, then plead for him to release us."
"But I’ve been observing him for many days, and he never seems to be in a good mood."
Lai Si hugged his broom, looking helplessly at the sky: "The road stretches endlessly, let’s wait. As long as he is human, I can’t believe he won’t have happy moments."
The fat man chuckled, giving a thumbs up: "Big brother is amazing, even knows poetry."
That day, Feng Fuce couldn’t focus on anything.
The screams from prisoners being tortured annoyed him, so he ordered their mouths to be gagged.
Guoguo was practicing martial arts with Chu Ping, their figures flashing about, which he found irritating.
So, he reprimanded coldly: "Go lie down in your room."
Guoguo, holding a wooden sword, paused, turning his head: "Don’t you always say I do nothing but laze around?"
"Today I practice with Chu Ping, and you still disapprove!"
Feng Fuce, with a cold face, slapped the table and scolded: "Go back to your room!"
Chu Ping, frightened, shivered.
He knew Feng Fuce well and understood that when the Marquis was like this, he must be angry.
So, Chu Ping quickly grabbed Guoguo: "Let’s go, let’s go, I’ll take you back."
Guoguo cursed all the way: "Ridiculous! Does he really think I’m a dog? Assuming I have no temper!"
Before he finished speaking, Chu Ping covered his mouth and dragged him away.
Feng Fuce turned his gaze, seeing the nearby Xiu Luo Envoy, all tense and cautiously standing guard.
As if fearing that any wrong move would bring disaster upon them.
Feng Fuce bowed his head, his elongated hand pressing against his brow bone, his thin eyes swirling with a cold mist.
Ever since returning from Ruizhu Palace, he had been uneasy.
There was no reason for this.
Feng Fuce closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, suppressing the restlessness flowing through his veins.
Moments later, he reopened his eyes, picking up documents as usual, beginning to write interrogation clues related to the cases.
However, as he wrote, he suddenly realized, without knowing when, his mind had wandered.
Not only distracted, but the words that should have read "Confess three days after interrogation" became "Interrogation... how is Bai Zhi’er."
He couldn’t help but be startled, immediately putting down his pen and crumpling the half-written paper.
Feng Fuce took a deep breath.
He began to face this restlessness directly.
Indeed, he should be concerned about Bai Zhi’er’s illness.
And the reason for his concern might be because...
Fear that if she died, there would be no one left to provide him with spiritual power.
Having understood this, Feng Fuce raised his voice immediately: "Chu Ping, Chu Ping!"
