OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Zhi’er said, "I think we should investigate Lv Xinniang’s father."

Bai Yaoyu and Fang Youzhen both looked at her, "Why?"

Yet it was Feng Fuce whose thin eyes watched Zhi’er with a faintly indulgent and proud smile.

That expression seemed to say, no wonder she’s his Little Demon Pet, she thought the same as him.

Zhi’er carefully analyzed, "Think about it, Lv Xinniang drowned herself the night before last, which means she’s been missing for at least two days."

"The person closest to her should be her father, after all, her father has been asking her for money recently. Didn’t he notice his daughter was missing?"

Bai Yaoyu, contemplating, was puzzled, "But didn’t Lord Ke say that her father took some money, lost it all in the gambling den, and was thrown out?"

Zhi’er nodded heavily, "That’s exactly where the suspicion lies!"

"I haven’t met Lord Lv, but judging from these words, I suspect he’s a gambler. His son must know he’s addicted to gambling, so he doesn’t want to manage him anymore."

"It’s also for this reason that he would come up with various ways to ask his already sold daughter for money, even faking illness and using public opinion to pressure her for silver."

"Imagine, would someone like him stop after losing all his silver?"

Fang Youzhen’s eyes lit up, "Exactly! He lost so much, given a gambler’s psychology, he would definitely continue to ask for money, wanting to make a comeback."

"So, this Lord Lv might be the last person to have seen Lv Xinniang."

Feng Fuce nodded, "You all think the same as I do. To prevent him from escaping, I’ve already sent Chu Ping with people to his house to arrest him."

"We don’t need to go anywhere, just wait here, and when Chu Ping brings him, we’ll interrogate."

Zhi’er nodded.

Feng Fuce sat nonchalantly in a chair, pressing down on Zhi’er’s wrist, pulling her to a chair beside him.

"Sit and wait, standing is tiring."

As he finished, the Xiu Luo Envoy immediately served new tea and pastries.

No matter the time, what Feng Fuce cared most about was whether Zhi’er had eaten her fill.

Zhi’er saw the delicious pastries and her pink lips curved into a sweet smile.

"Great, it’s been an hour since I last had a pastry!"

Feng Fuce chuckled, "Didn’t we come to the teahouse to listen to stories earlier, and yet you ended up hungry here?"

Zhi’er picked up a pastry, took a bite, and then said, "We came on a whim, and by then there was no place left."

"My Third Brother was foolishly clapping along with the story, and if not for Ke Shouwang, Sister Zhen and I would have been standing in the hall the whole time."

Feng Fuce’s cool gaze swept toward Bai Yaoyu.

Bai Yaoyu was taken aback, scratching his nose sheepishly, "I really didn’t notice sister had come, otherwise, could I have let her remain hungry?"

At this moment, a voice rang out at the entrance. Chu Ping shouted angrily, "Behave! Struggle any more, and your hands and feet will be tied up."

Everyone looked toward the entrance.

They saw a man over sixty, his wrists bound, stumbling into the teahouse under the escort of the Xiu Luo Envoy.

"Masters, although I, Lu Da, have been a bit of a scoundrel, I’ve certainly not done anything bad, what are you all doing?"

Chu Ping sneered, delivering a kick to the back of Lu Da’s knee.

"Kneel!"

"Ouch!" Lu Da cried out in pain, collapsing before Feng Fuce’s black boots.

He tremblingly lifted his head to see four handsome men and women staring at him with cold eyes.

Frightened, a drop of cold sweat rolled down Lu Da’s forehead.