OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 543: She Woke Up, You Should Have Told Me Immediately
Chu Ping trotted over excitedly: "Marquis is here, do you have any instructions?"
Feng Fuce kept a calm demeanor: "Bai Zhi’er is ill. Go to Ruizhu Palace and see if any assistance is needed."
Chu Ping was startled: "The Princess is ill? I’ll go visit her right away!"
Feng Fuce commanded coldly: "She should still be resting. When you get there, ask Qingmei about her situation and then report back to me."
"Got it, Marquis!" Chu Ping left.
After an hour, Chu Ping returned, eating a piece of pastry.
Feng Fuce was reading, and raised his head at the sound, his gaze fell indifferently on Chu Ping’s face.
"I sent you to Ruizhu Palace to visit, and you even got a snack?"
Chu Ping swallowed the pastry: "The Princess rewarded me. She thought my trip was hard work, and also gave me a drink of water."
Feng Fuce involuntarily sat up straight: "She woke up?"
He stood up, intending to go to Ruizhu Palace to take a look.
Chu Ping, standing beside him, lifted a teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, casually saying: "Yes! But when I left, she went back to sleep."
Feng Fuce’s steps froze.
He turned around, his icy gaze staring at the oblivious Chu Ping.
"Just as I arrived, the Princess woke up hungry. Qingmei was serving her meal!"
"So, I conveyed all of the Marquis’s concern for her to the Princess!"
"The Princess was very touched and asked me to tell the Marquis that she’s fine, just needs to sleep more!"
With that, Chu Ping finished his cup of tea in one gulp.
He was facing away from Feng Fuce, completely unaware of the deep, frosty chill in the young man’s gaze.
Chu Ping put one hand on his hip and the other on the table, clicking his tongue with admiration.
"But seriously, the Princess is truly endearing, with her little flushed cheeks from the illness."
"But she’s speaking weakly, softly, without much energy."
He turned around: "Marquis, if you saw her, surely you wouldn’t bear it... wha—Marquis?"
The final tone in Chu Ping’s voice quivered a bit.
Because he saw Feng Fuce looking at him as if he was about to come over and slaughter him.
Cold and merciless, with a flicker of anger blazing like sparks!
Feng Fuce clenched his teeth: "She woke up, you should have immediately come back to report to me, then I could go see her."
"Instead of staying with her, chatting until she fell asleep again, understand?"
Chu Ping silently took a step back: "But... but Marquis, you didn’t say so beforehand."
Feng Fuce’s eyes grew colder.
Chu Ping immediately changed his tune: "I was wrong, I’ll change! Next time, I will definitely remember."
Feng Fuce reprimanded coldly: "Get out!"
There won’t be a next time!
Chu Ping slunk away dejectedly.
By afternoon.
Feng Fuce was concerned about Bai Zhi’er’s condition.
So he led a team of Xiu Luo Envoy, passing by Ruizhu Palace.
He saw Qingmei sitting under the corridor, shelling peanuts with another palace Servant.
Judging by this, Bai Zhi’er must not have woken up yet.
A faint worry crossed Feng Fuce’s sharp eyes.
He didn’t know what being sick felt like, but he knew this little rascal was excessively delicate and it must feel terrible.
Even though Feng Fuce deliberately slowed his pace, he eventually walked past Ruizhu Palace.
He ran into a patrolling Imperial Guard team head-on.
The Imperial Guard Deputy Commander, Dai Wu, was tall and robust, and upon reaching Feng Fuce, he had to bow with clasped hands.
"Where is the Marquis heading?" Dai Wu exchanged pleasantries.
Feng Fuce, not losing any composure, replied calmly: "Patrol, just taking a look around."
Having said this, he led his people and brushed past.
Dai Wu and the rest of the Imperial Guard exchanged glances.
Xiuluo Guard patrolling, snatching their work?!
