OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 740: Even the Smallest Mortal Has Sorrows

In an instant, the murderous intent in Feng Fuce’s heart towards Historian Wang vanished into thin air.

He looked at Zhi’er and said, "Wipe away your tears, I want to show you something."

The little one quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, rather clumsily.

Then, Feng Fuce, with his left hand clenched into a fist, reached out in front of Zhi’er.

The young man’s wrist turned over and his fingers slowly unfurled.

A firefly, struggling, flapped its wings and flew out.

"Wow!" Zhi’er’s eyes sparkled instantly, "Brother Fu Ce, you actually caught one!"

They both looked up, watching the firefly fly higher and higher until it disappeared from sight.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Feng Fuce’s handsome face.

He picked a few bamboo leaves from the side and sat with Zhi’er in the pavilion.

The little one watched as Feng Fuce’s long fingers nimbly and swiftly wove the bamboo leaves.

Soon, a sturdier bamboo cage began to take shape.

Zhi’er widened her watery eyes, "Brother Fu Ce, you’re amazing. Why are you so good at everything?"

Feng Fuce did not look up as he replied calmly, "Some things, you learn just by seeing them once."

For quite a while, Zhi’er didn’t say anything.

Feng Fuce glanced sideways and saw the little one resting her cheeks in her hands, gazing at him with worshipful, glistening eyes.

Zhi’er beamed with radiant joy, "Brother Fu Ce, I don’t even know how to compliment you, the wooden butterfly you made could fly, and now you can weave a bamboo cage!"

Feng Fuce chuckled lightly, as if amused by her innocence and charm.

"They’re just trivial things. However, the legend about the bamboo cage isn’t really accurate. Even with a bamboo cage, it’s unlikely your mother would see it."

Zhi’er immediately shook her head, assertively saying, "Mother can see it!"

"Mother said, when two people deeply miss each other, the other person will sense it."

Feng Fuce’s dark eyes deepened, "Children are like that, they take what their parents say as rules to live by."

"If that’s the case, you must be reluctant to leave your mother’s side?"

This question struck the little one’s heart.

She blinked her long eyelashes, "I am reluctant, Zhi’er’s greatest wish is for father and mother to be with me, for our family to never be separated."

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Then why did you come to the Capital all by yourself? Was it just to stay by the Emperor’s side?"

He still remembered when they first met, the little one tossed a sweet potato that landed right in front of him.

Back then, Zhi’er, with her small frame, was travel-worn and dusty, yet her eyes were bright, like stars falling into a lake.

Zhi’er’s voice was soft and slightly casual, "Because my mother has to go and be busy."

"She said if she doesn’t work hard, many children would end up like Zhi’er, without the companionship of their parents."

"If that’s really the case, those children would be too pitiful. I’m more obedient, and I can endure the pain of a temporary separation."

"I’ll be good, so mother has no worries and can focus on her work, so I came to find father!"

The little one lowered her head, muttering, "Anyway, being with either one is the same; only when both father and mother are there, will Zhi’er’s home be complete."

Feng Fuce gazed steadily at her.

In the moonlight, amidst the shadows of flowers, a gentle light shone on Zhi’er’s delicate cheek, accentuating the unspoken longing usually hidden in her eyes.

Feng Fuce couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

So young, yet with so many thoughts.

It seems that even the smallest of mortals have their sorrows.