OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 744: Wow, There Are So Many Ancestral Tablets!
He closed his eyes, calming himself for a moment.
Listening to Historian Wang’s reasonable arguments, Feng Fuce slightly relaxed, leaning against the chair back.
With cold eyes, he said, "It’s best if that’s the case. Should I find out that someone within the palace has been speaking recklessly, inciting the Princess to indulge in entertainment, don’t blame me for being unkind."
After speaking, Feng Fuce stood up to leave.
"Marquis, wait!" The honest and upright Historian Wang hurried after him.
He was still concerned about the issues within the historical records.
"May I ask, Marquis, what exactly is the issue with the historical records?"
Feng Fuce chuckled indifferently: "There’s no issue; I was deliberately testing you."
Then, he swept his robe and left.
Leaving Historian Wang alone, stunned in place.
What? Marquis Wan was merely teasing him?
...
Night fell.
Inside and outside Ruizhu Palace, a serene tranquility prevailed.
Little Zhi’er lay peacefully sleeping on the couch.
In her dream, she arrived at an unfamiliar room.
"Wow, there are so many tablets!"
The little one climbed to the very top of the shelf and looked down, wooden tablets arranged in order.
On the altar covered in yellow cloth below, there were dried fruits and snacks.
Zhi’er tilted her little head, curiously surveying the names on the tablets.
"Whose family is this?"
The little one saw engraved words like "An Family’s Great Ancestor Yang Li."
An Family?
Suddenly, with a creek, the door was pushed open.
Zhi’er saw a thin, resolute-faced middle-aged man walk in.
He picked up three incense sticks, lit them, and then knelt on the prayer mat.
"With my ancestors above, soon I shall head to the capital, where I will face my son’s murderer, Feng Fuce. I beseech my ancestors to bless me, so I may seize the culprit’s wrongdoing, capture him, and make him repay with blood!"
After speaking, he kowtowed three times, placing the incense sticks into the burner.
Almost immediately, the topmost tablet fell down, directly hitting the incense burner!
In that moment, his three incense sticks snapped, and the offerings on the table fell to the ground.
A complete mess.
Duke Ping took a while to react, furrowing his brow and looking up at the remaining tablets.
"What is the meaning of this, ancestors?"
Zhi’er, with her little hands clinging to the top, her round little face filled with apology.
"Sorry, uncle, I just wanted to take some offerings to eat, accidentally knocking your family’s tablet down."
Of course, Duke Ping couldn’t hear the little one’s words.
He only felt the ancestors were deliberately hinting!
Duke Ping frowned in thought, immediately calling a maid to tidy up the ancestral hall.
Afterwards, he burned incense again, kneeling and pleading for his ancestors’ blessings.
This time, Zhi’er held tightly to the tablet of the family’s oldest ancestor placed at the top.
However, she didn’t notice her little foot kicking out, causing a domino effect.
The tablets fell one after another from the altar.
The maid saw from outside the door and exclaimed in fright, "Master, the ancestors have manifested!"
Duke Ping’s face was solemn.
He clasped his fists in sincere inquiry: "Why is it that mentioning Feng Fuce, it seems the ancestors have a message for me? Could it be, he’s not the enemy?"
The falling ancestor tablets implied a rejection of his words.
Zhi’er blinked her innocent big eyes.
Duke Ping had the maid assist in respectfully placing the tablets back.
This time, Zhi’er kept her little hands and feet tucked away, standing nearby, not approaching the tablets!
She also remembered to suck in her little belly!
Duke Ping asked seriously, "Does this mean, according to my ancestors, Feng Fuce is not the enemy of the An Family?"
This time, none of the tablets moved the slightest.
