OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

At that moment.

A light laugh came from the door, Feng Fuce: "She’s your ancestor, so what am I to you?"

The palace servant lifted the curtain, and Feng Fuce’s tall figure appeared at the door.

Chu Ping immediately said: "The Marquis and Princess, both are my revered ancestors."

Bai Zhi’er burst into laughter.

Feng Fuce also smiled, stepping forward to gently kick Chu Ping.

"Go to your post, stop with the lip service."

"Yes!" Chu Ping stood up, walked outside with Qingmei, and the couple went off to whisper to each other.

Seeing them leave, Bai Zhi’er finally withdrew her gaze.

Feng Fuce spoke first: "Run He has been heavily punished."

Bai Zhi’er blinked her round eyes: "For her mistake, a few strikes should have sufficed, why was she heavily punished?"

Feng Fuce adjusted her tilted hairpin.

"During her interrogation, it was discovered that what she called understanding was just recklessly giving advice. It merely pandered to men’s tastes, saying some indecent things."

"To achieve her goals, she would even privately seek out the involved parties, meddling in public affairs, causing more conflicts within families."

"The Emperor, upon learning, ordered a heavy punishment, exiling her to the border, never to return to the capital."

Bai Zhi’er clapped her hands with glee.

"Such a person deserves this. If it weren’t for her meddling, Lv Xinniang wouldn’t have lost her life."

Moreover, Bai Zhi’er could immediately see Run He’s intentions.

She aimed to get close to powerful and wealthy men under the guise of understanding.

Run He had her sights set on Bai Yaoyu as a suitable husband.

However, before she could make a move, Lv Xinniang’s murder occurred.

The laws of nature are clear; actions bring consequences.

Feng Fuce poured himself tea: "Everything’s been settled, did you pack your things? We’re setting off to Yuzhou."

Bai Zhi’er was taken aback, she licked her pink lips, pattered over to Feng Fuce, then gave a sweet smile.

Feng Fuce paused his tea drinking, squinting with suspicion.

"What did you do wrong this time?" he asked.

Whenever Bai Zhi’er had that expression, she looked guilty like a kitten caught in mischief.

Feng Fuce asked, and Bai Zhi’er laughed sweetly: "How could I do anything wrong? I just have something to tell you."

"Brother Ce, before we go to Yuzhou, my parents want to have a meal with you."

Feng Fuce hesitated, then tilted his head back and finished his tea in one gulp.

"That’s all? You’re guilty over something like this?" he said lightly.

Bai Zhi’er mumbled: "I think my parents will definitely ask you some questions."

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Like?"

"Like..." Bai Zhi’er’s face flushed slightly: "They might ask if you really like me."

Feng Fuce chuckled lightly: "What’s difficult about that? I’ll answer truthfully."

Bai Zhi’er suddenly lifted her head, her watery eyes full of concern: "That won’t do, what if after you say it, my parents make things difficult for you?"

Feng Fuce paused slightly holding the teacup.

"Difficult is fine, as long as it’s not opposition." he said.

Bai Zhi’er sighed in resignation.

He seemed mentally prepared.

If so, she too bolstered her courage.

By noon, Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce went together to Bai Xilie’s bedroom.

There, Bai Xilie would host a family feast for Feng Fuce and his wife and daughter to enjoy lunch together.

As they entered, Historian Wang was intensely making his petition.