OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 756: We Asura Envoys Know Our Limits
A delicate-looking scholar heard the words and hurriedly withdrew his hand, his face full of embarrassment and fear.
It’s not his fault for being impulsive; Princess was simply too adorable.
She looked as lovely as a snow-white little cloud.
The amethyst grape bead flower on her head swayed, with its beads glistening.
It looked just like real grapes, making one unable to resist the urge to touch it. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
He originally planned to sneak a pinch while everyone else was gathered around the Princess.
Who would have thought that the Princess would notice?
Feng Fuce happened to arrive just in time to witness this scene, and he coldly said, "Go tie up that scholar."
Chu Ping took the hint and pulled his colleague along, saying, "Let’s go, the Marquis said to tie up that man, dissect him into eight pieces, and toss him into the river to feed the fish."
Feng Fuce shot him a sidelong glance, "No causing trouble."
Chu Ping suddenly understood, became solemn, and said with respect, "I understand, sir."
He then corrected his colleague, saying, "Tie him up and throw him into the river directly; no bloodshed. Otherwise, it’s unlucky and bad for the Princess’s Wen Mansion."
Feng Fuce’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze brimming with menace.
Recently, Chu Ping had been excessively interpreting his orders.
"Brother Fu Ce!" Just as Feng Fuce was about to reprimand Chu Ping, Bai Zhi’er lifted her head from the crowd and called out sweetly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce’s cold aura immediately dissipated.
The previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.
The readers silently made way.
In front of Feng Fuce, they were like frightened little chickens, their eyes full of trepidation, trembling.
There were also a few scholars, proud and defiant, holding their heads high, seeming fearless of death.
Feng Fuce walked straight toward Bai Zhi’er, ignoring everything else.
As he approached, he noticed that Mo Yanchi seemed exhausted and had collapsed onto the table.
Bai Zhi’er put down her pen and ran over to Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, are you free for a moment?" The little one’s eyes sparkled.
Seeing her expression, Feng Fuce knew she had something in mind.
He said casually, "I’m free, what do you need me to do?"
Bai Zhi’er immediately lit up like a little kitten wagging its tail.
Her white cheeks flushed with a happy pink.
"Could you ask those Xiu Luo Envoys to help me tally the roster? These scholars are here to help me organize the library."
Feng Fuce agreed without hesitation, "Sure."
However, he leaned down and whispered in Bai Zhi’er’s ear, "But while I’m here, don’t call them brothers. If you agree, I’ll instruct them to do it, alright?"
Bai Zhi’er immediately nodded obediently, "Listen to you! Brother Ce~"
The little one mischievously blinked her eyes.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but chuckle softly, reaching out to gently tousle her soft hair.
Bai Zhi’er suddenly thought of something.
She stood on tiptoes, and amidst everyone’s eyes, her little hand grabbed Feng Fuce’s ear directly.
"Remember to tell them not to be too fierce, don’t scare away my students."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, his thin lips curling into a gentle smile.
"They haven’t even entered the Wen Mansion yet, and they’re already your students? Don’t worry, they know their limits."
As soon as he finished speaking, there came several struggling noises of "mmm mmm" from the quiet crowd behind.
The scholars quickly separated, and everyone turned to look.
They saw the scholar who had sneakily touched Bai Zhi’er’s hair ornament being strangled by Chu Ping and having his legs tied by Lei Hu.
They were about to carry him away.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes twice and then looked at Feng Fuce.
The little one’s cute face silently questioned—
Is this what you mean by knowing their limits?
