OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 989: Marquis Wan Has Fallen for the Princess
Moreover, this voice...
Liu Jiru suddenly raised his head.
Bai Zhi’er brushed past him.
He turned to look back, seeing Chu Ping already eagerly running to Bai Zhi’er’s side.
"Princess, you came at just the right time. The Marquis has just returned and is inside."
Bai Zhi’er responded with a hum, turning her head to see Liu Jiru staring at her in astonishment.
She withdrew her gaze.
Liu Yingnan’s foolish brother, has he woken up now?
"I’m going to find Brother Fu Ce." Bai Zhi’er lifted her skirt and entered the Xiuluo Guard.
Only then did Chu Ping return to Liu Jiru’s side.
He found Liu Jiru staring intently in the direction where Bai Zhi’er had left.
Chu Ping, displeased, furrowed his brows and gave Liu Jiru a slap.
"You, what are you staring at! That’s our Princess Cui Cuo, the Marquis’s cherished one!"
"If you take another look, do you believe I won’t find someone to gouge out your eyes? Hurry away, or you’ll find no life is enough if you’re dead."
Chu Ping cursed and pushed Liu Jiru away.
Entered the Xiuluo Guard.
Bai Zhi’er familiarly went to Feng Fuce’s office.
He was looking at the dossier delivered today.
Seeing Bai Zhi’er arrive, Feng Fuce immediately set the book aside.
"It’s late at this hour, aren’t you tired?" He said, standing up, pulling Bai Zhi’er to sit in his seat.
Soon, the Xiu Luo Envoys brought in some tea and snacks.
Ever since the Princess started visiting often, the Xiuluo Guard kept the snacks she liked.
Bai Zhi’er had already eaten with her father at home.
But upon seeing the snacks brought by the Xiu Luo Envoys, she felt she could eat a bit more.
So she picked up a chestnut cake, eating while saying: "You wouldn’t let me go with you, so when I heard you were back, I wanted to come by."
"Brother Fu Ce, you acted quickly, did you catch Third Old Lady?"
Feng Fuce nodded, wiping away the crumbs from Bai Zhi’er’s lips with his finger.
The young man’s eyes were clear and handsome, saying: "How would you like to deal with her, torture her to death or dismantle her?"
Bai Zhi’er choked for a moment, patting her chest: "What? What do you mean dismantle?"
Feng Fuce handed her a teacup, only after drinking did Bai Zhi’er feel the cake blocking her throat go down.
He spoke calmly and plainly: "Dismantle is a more pleasant way to say it, otherwise I’d be afraid of scaring you with the direct words."
Bai Zhi’er looked up, blinking her big eyes at him: "Are you really trying to say to execute her by dismemberment?"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow.
Dismemberment? It’s a bit more cruel than that.
But he didn’t need to explain in such detail to Bai Zhi’er.
So he pressed his thin lips together, smiling gently: "Let’s say so."
Third Old Lady had lied and extorted money in Bai Zhi’er’s name, Feng Fuce wouldn’t let her live well.
But how to handle it, he’d listen to her thoughts.
Bai Zhi’er thought for a while.
"Third Old Lady is indeed detestable, but doesn’t deserve death, first check how many people she’s tricked, then decide her fate." She mused.
Feng Fuce nodded in agreement, immediately calling Lei Hu to arrange it.
Bai Zhi’er ate another piece of cake, feeling she truly couldn’t eat any more.
She got up to leave, Feng Fuce followed closely behind: "I’ll walk you back."
Bai Zhi’er’s long eyelashes fluttered: "Don’t you still have new dossiers to handle? I can go back myself, it’s not like I don’t know the way~"
However, Feng Fuce insisted: "I’ll walk you."
Guoguo watched them walk away, shaking his head helplessly.
"Marquis Wan has certainly fallen at the hands of the Princess."
A voice suddenly echoed from beside him: "It seems so to me too."
Guoguo jumped, thinking Chu Ping was secretly listening to him soliloquizing again.
But turning around, he saw it was actually Lei Hu, who hadn’t left yet.
