OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Bai Zhi’er blinked in confusion.

"Why? Does mother have any concerns?"

Bai Zhi’er had always thought it was her father who didn’t plan on restoring her mother’s identity.

Yet it was only upon asking that she learned it was her mother who disagreed.

Bai Xilie also focused on Jing Jia.

He had inquired several times, and the news of wishing the Empress to return to the palace had already spread far and wide.

But alas, Jing Jia always had different plans.

Without explaining the reasons, Jing Jia simply said, "Zhi’er, don’t ask anymore; when the time is right, mother will agree to announce her identity."

Seeing her speak like this, Bai Zhi’er didn’t pursue further, though she still felt puzzled inside.

Bai Xilie wore a faint expression, seemingly a bit disappointed, but he soon masked it.

At this point, Jing Jia spoke to Feng Fuce: "Marquis Wan, during the time when I was away, A Lie was busy with governance, and our daughter relied on you for care?"

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly signaled to Feng Fuce.

This needed a proper response!

Don’t let mother misunderstand.

Who would have thought, Feng Fuce put down the teacup, looked at Jing Jia, and nodded slightly: "We take care of each other."

Jing Jia’s eyes deepened, while Bai Xilie thought nothing of it and said with a smile, "Jing’er, rest assured, Marquis Wan is a guard I personally selected; in this palace, and even in the Capital, no one has martial arts skills more superior than his."

Jing Jia: ...

How did she end up liking such a fool?

Bai Zhi’er chuckled secretly, lowering her head quickly to sip soup.

Jing Jia took a breath and continued: "Now that Zhi’er has grown, having passed the coming of age, Marquis Wan should pay attention to the manner of interaction, as men and women should not touch each other lightly."

While she said these words, Bai Xilie noticed his daughter’s chin was stained with soup; he hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

A loving father through and through.

"You little kitty, you loved to stain your face when drinking soup as a child, and still do; father will clean you up."

"Thank you, father."

The father and daughter shared a harmonious and tender filial interaction.

Jing Jia glanced at Bai Xilie, almost wanting to hold her forehead and sigh.

Before they came, he had promised to cooperate with her and ask clearly about Feng Fuce’s intentions for Bai Zhi’er.

Now Bai Xilie was all about enjoying family time, completely forgetting the important tasks!

Feng Fuce continued to gaze at Jing Jia, as if knowing she had more to say, thus calmly waiting.

Jing Jia settled her breath.

Her husband was not dependable, so she had to handle it herself!

She said, "Marquis Wan has made considerable contributions, and I intend to grant you land and wealth; choose whichever you desire, feel free to speak, as long as it doesn’t exceed principles, both I and the Emperor will agree to it."

Feng Fuce just smiled.

His cold and deep eyes fixed on Jing Jia: "The Empress should be aware, I do not care for such meaningless honors."

This was true.

Jing Jia and Feng Fuce understood each other’s identities.

A Demon Lord wouldn’t covet wealth and land in the mortal world.

He could have as much of these things as he wanted.

Bai Xilie, hearing this from the side, couldn’t stop laughing: "How about it? Jing’er, didn’t I tell you?"

"Marquis Wan is not someone who covets wealth; all these years, I have come to understand him."

Jing Jia felt quite annoyed, shifting her leg under the table.

Bai Xilie received a kick, bewilderedly gazing into his wife’s slightly angry beautiful eyes.

What did he say wrong?

Suddenly!

Bai Xilie recalled last night, when holding Jing Jia, she was whispering important reminders in his embrace.

Originally very important, but at the time he was completely captivated by her tone, ending up throwing aside their daughter’s lifelong matters!

Dammit!

Bai Xilie remembered and his smile instantly faded.

He looked at Feng Fuce: "Marquis Wan, I ask you..."