OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 779: Don’t Move, Let Me Hold You
The beggar hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"However, I didn’t go! Please don’t report to the authorities or tell anyone, otherwise my life will be in serious danger."
At this moment, the man who had remained silent stepped forward.
He said coldly, "Everyone claims to be Prince Qing’s confidant. It seems Prince Qing is quite indiscriminate in his choices."
Zhi’er glanced at him curiously.
The little fellow was more concerned with another matter.
"So, was the order for you to disrupt Fengchao Mansion made by Fan Bi or Prince Qing himself?"
The beggar stammered, "According to the Junior Officer, it should be the prince’s orders."
Zhi’er and the man surprisingly spoke in unison—
"What boldness."
After speaking, they both paused, exchanging a glance.
The man was the first to feel awkward and averted his gaze.
He said earnestly, "What I mean is, Prince Qing is the princess’s uncle. Why would he want to destroy the princess’s academy?"
"Perhaps it’s just Fan Bi acting on his own. Such audacity!"
And Zhi’er shared the same thought.
She still believed her uncle wouldn’t do such a thing!
The beggar, seeing their attire, knew despite their masks, their clothes were made of expensive material, indicating their extraordinary status.
He was aware he couldn’t afford to provoke them.
So he supported himself against the wall and stood up carefully, saying, "That’s all I know. I was wrong to steal your wallet. Please forgive me."
After saying this, afraid that Zhi’er might detain him further, he endured the pain and quickly ran off.
Zhi’er blinked her round eyes, gazing at the unfamiliar man.
"Alright, I’ve helped you retrieve your belongings. I need to head back to that street now."
The man composed himself and said, "I will escort you. I need to meet up with my house servants anyway."
When they both returned to the street they had been on earlier, Zhi’er was shocked by the scene before her.
The street, which had been bustling and chaotic a short while ago, now had everyone lined up along the sidewalk.
The crowd was silent, still as if in fear.
The Xiu Luo Envoys rode their black horses back and forth, shouting, "Everyone squat down, young girls stand up!"
Feng Fuce, his face icy cold, had long since removed his mask, checking all around.
He was looking for Zhi’er.
This little rascal, with so many people, she had squeezed herself into the crowd.
Feng Fuce was about to chase after her but, looking around, couldn’t find Zhi’er anywhere!
Unable to find her, he naturally ordered the street to be sealed off and instructed the Xiu Luo Envoys to conduct a thorough search!
Zhi’er quickly ran up, "Brother Fuce!"
Hearing her voice, Feng Fuce immediately walked briskly towards her.
"Zhi’er, where were you? I’ve been calling for you, didn’t you hear?" he asked in a cold, hurried tone.
He had almost turned the entire Capital upside down.
Zhi’er removed her mask, "I just met a strange, kind big brother. He took me around, and we even made a new discovery."
"Isn’t that right, big brother?" she turned her head.
However, behind her, there was no one to be seen.
Zhi’er was puzzled.
She looked up, down, left, right.
The masked man who had been following her was nowhere to be found!
"Strange... he was just here!" Zhi’er scratched her little nose, utterly confused.
Feng Fuce’s gaze was dark and cold.
He hadn’t seen anyone else at all.
"We should return to the palace." With that, Feng Fuce picked Zhi’er up sideways. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
As if even letting her walk by herself wasn’t reassuring enough for him.
The little fellow resisted by kicking her legs, but Feng Fuce held onto her delicate ankle.
"Don’t move, I need to hold you." Feng Fuce said firmly in a cold voice.
Zhi’er’s soft voice was filled with a huff.
"I like walking on my own!"
"I don’t like it."
The two playfully bickered as they passed in front of the citizens.
Meanwhile, on the other side of a secluded alley.
Several men in black landed and bowed, "Prince, we have already sent someone to tail that beggar."
The man removed his mask with his slender fingers, revealing a face as cold as a Heavenly God.
He gritted his teeth, "Bring Fan Bi to the Imperial Mansion. I must personally ask him—just because we had a meal together, when did he become my confidant, and dare to use my name to harm the princess’s interests, truly sick of living."
