OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 671: I Don’t Care If I Die

However, A ruo’s spell suddenly failed to work.

She stared wide-eyed in astonishment, clueless about why.

"What’s going on?! Can’t go back?!"

A ruo tried several times, all ending in failure.

At this moment, Bai Xilie, lying on the table, suddenly moved.

It looked like a sign of waking up.

A ruo panicked and, without thinking, hurriedly opened the window and clumsily flipped out.

She hid behind the window and looked inside through the gap.

Bai Xilie was already rubbing his temples and sitting up.

"Did I fall asleep..." He sighed to himself.

He had to finish reviewing the memorials quickly and then go tell a story to his daughter to lull her to sleep.

Thinking of this, Bai Xilie picked up the red pen again and got busy.

A ruo found it incredible.

Logically, her spell should have made Bai Xilie unconscious for at least an hour!

Why did he wake up in such a short time?

A ruo tiptoed, bending down, sticking close to the wall, and moved to a quiet dark corner.

She used the spell again, to no avail.

Even the simplest ones had lost their effect in that instant earlier.

Feeling dejected, A ruo closed her eyes.

Who’s going to tell her what exactly is going on!

She patted her forehead: "Can’t go back, it’s over!"

On the other side of the wall, the Imperial Guard was patrolling, alerting with a loud shout: "Who’s over there!"

A ruo was shocked and hurriedly fled mindlessly.

The people only saw the silhouette of a woman fleeing in panic.

"Sneaking around near the Emperor’s bedroom, might be an assassin, hurry and chase!"

Meanwhile.

Inside Ruizhu Palace, Bai Zhi’er was sitting on a chair, pulling Feng Fuce to play games with her to pass the time.

The little one was imitating the Imperial Physician, taking Feng Fuce’s pulse to "diagnose."

Feng Fuce had a deep expression, full of patience.

Bai Zhi’er was holding a glutinous rice dumpling with one hand while taking the pulse with the other.

She seriously took a bite of the glutinous rice dumpling.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Doctor, you’ve been taking the pulse for a long time, this plate of glutinous rice dumplings is about to be finished, what else do you want to eat next?"

Bai Zhi’er stuffed the remaining dumpling into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks.

She mumbled unclearly, "Shh! When I’m diagnosing, I hate being disturbed by anyone!"

Feng Fuce chuckled lightly and then quietly watched Bai Zhi’er.

The little one finished eating what was in her mouth.

Then she withdrew her little hand, shaking her head with a sigh.

"What did you eat tonight?"

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "I haven’t eaten anything."

Bai Zhi’er pouted, complaining softly: "No way Brother Ce, with that answer, I can’t continue playing!"

Feng Fuce had to change his answer: "I ate... a plate of glutinous rice dumplings."

Bai Zhi’er continued with a serious sigh: "I knew it."

Feng Fuce asked: "So, what’s the illness?"

"The donkey keeps rolling, I’ll prescribe you some medicine, otherwise there’s no hope." The little one replied in a sweet voice.

Qingmei, who was folding clothes nearby, almost burst out laughing.

The Princess is truly adorable!

Feng Fuce’s cold, handsome face complemented the little one’s act: "Got it, doctor."

Bai Zhi’er reminded him: "Remember, just eat two!"

"Didn’t you prescribe four for me?"

"The other two are for me." The little one blinked her large, watery eyes defiantly.

Feng Fuce eventually let out a low laugh: "Bai Zhi’er, seeing how much you love eating, all four are for you."

"I don’t need my life, that’s fine too."

His dark eyes flickered as if fueled by a strange fire.

Bai Zhi’er blinked her sparkling eyes, seriously peering into this abyss.

The two locked eyes, both silent.

Just then, a shout came from the door: "Search everywhere; don’t let the assassin escape!"

Feng Fuce’s gentle gaze suddenly changed.