OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 544: Brother Ju Zi, Is That You Visiting Me?
So it reached nighttime.
Feng Fuce heard from Lei Hu that Bai Xilie had postponed all of his official duties in the afternoon to take care of the little one at Ruizhu Palace.
Until the deep night, Ruizhu Palace was enveloped in tranquility.
Zhi’er was lying on the bed, her delicate little face showing a hint of weakness.
Even in her sleep, she seemed restless, her cute brow slightly furrowed.
During the day, she had sweated, and even after a simple wash, her soft black hair partially stuck to her cheeks.
Making the little one appear even more pitiful.
Bai Xilie had left an hour ago; he would rest in the side hall for a while.
Later in the night, he would check on his daughter’s condition again.
After Zhi’er’s fever subsided, it would flare up again soon after, leaving Qingmei worried all day, her heart on edge.
At this moment, Qingmei was dozing in the outer room, falling into a sleepy haze.
Zhi’er’s little finger moved, and her pink lips murmured, "I want to drink water..."
Her voice was too small and utterly weak.
The little one opened a slit of her eyes, feeling as if her head was about to split.
"Sister Qingmei..."
"The water is here."
Suddenly, a long hand placed the cup of water at her lips.
To make it easier for Zhi’er to drink, he helped her sit up half-leaning.
Zhi’er held the cup with her two small hands and drank it down in gulps.
During this time, Feng Fuce knelt half-way on the foot of the bed, looking down at her.
He had come through the window and had been sitting by her side for a while.
Feng Fuce looked at the little one’s feverish, rosy cheeks, and reached out with his fingertips to touch them; indeed, she was quite hot.
Just as he wanted to pull back his hand, Zhi’er suddenly cupped his hand and placed it against her face.
"So cool, so comfortable~~"
Feverish and dazed, her big eyes could only barely open a slit, her vision blurred.
Soon, Zhi’er lay down on the spot; she closed her eyes, "Brother Juzi, is it you coming to see Zhi’er..."
Feng Fuce’s struggling movement froze momentarily.
He looked at the little one, who was entirely weak and about to fall asleep.
Yet, she murmured on, "It must be you, your hand is still so cold."
"Brother Juzi, although you will never meet Zhi’er again, you have always silently guarded me, right?"
"When I am in trouble... you always help, just like before, when you sent many Wuxiang Pearls."
Feng Fuce lowered his gaze gently, staring at her.
So, the little rascal... knew it was him who sent them? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Zhi’er’s voice grew softer, "You might not be someone who grows oranges... perhaps a little eunuch immortal..."
Feng Fuce’s brow furrowed suddenly.
Can she never forget this eunuch identity!
If not for the fact this little demon pet was still ill, he really wanted to grab her face and make her look at him clearly.
Zhi’er fell asleep; she gradually loosened her grip on his hand.
Feng Fuce took the opportunity to extend two fingers, gently placing them on her brow.
Her inner breath was in severe disarray, as if she had been injured by an evil force, making her three souls and seven spirits restless.
Realizing this, Feng Fuce’s gaze turned slightly cold.
Who dared to harm Zhi’er right under his nose?
Deep within Feng Fuce’s cold gaze, a strange red light shimmered, and a vertical mark slowly emerged from the center of his brow.
He placed his palm over the little one’s heart, slowly sensing.
Until he caught a whiff of a strange aura, his brow furrowing sharply.
How could it be the Raging Flame Lamp that injured her?!
Feng Fuce would not be mistaken, because the Raging Flame Lamp was one of his Magic Artifacts.
And not long ago, he had handed it over to Lu Wang, instructing him to find a way to place the Raging Flame Lamp beside the Heavenly Dao.
