OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

In the sound of wind brought by the rain, faint cries from Fan Xinhui were mixed in.

"I love him? I bore a child for you, risking the most unforgivable crime, even gambling the future of the entire Fan Family, and yet you say this about me."

The man panicked upon hearing this.

He stepped forward to embrace Fan Xinhui: "I’m sorry, it’s my fault, we lost the child we fought so hard to have, and my heart is filled with rage, but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, it was my mistake."

Fan Xinhui sobbed: "Ever since I became pregnant, I’ve been on edge every day, afraid my family would notice something amiss. Thankfully, Ke Yong hasn’t discovered anything either."

"In fact, what I promised you is true. I deliberately permitted Little Hong and Ke Yong’s clandestine meetings and turned a blind eye to their plans to escape from here."

"It’s because my heart belongs only to you. I don’t want to lie beside a man I don’t love any longer; it’s too torturous. But with the child, the risks increased for us."

"I admit, when Little Hong ran away with the child, a part of me felt relieved. With the child gone, they wouldn’t discover you."

"But when I found out Little Hong unintentionally killed our child, only then did I realize how heartbroken I was. That was our flesh and blood! Sob..."

Perhaps because there was no one around, her cries grew louder.

Usually, Fan Xinhui presents herself as so poised and composed, but now in front of her beloved, she is so vulnerable and helpless.

The man sighed deeply in sympathy.

"It’s just that the child didn’t share our fate. It’s okay, we can have another one."

Hearing this, Fan Xinhui immediately pushed the man away.

Her voice was somewhat terrified: "No, we can’t go on making mistakes, once found out, it wouldn’t just bring disaster to the Fan Family, even you would be discovered by the Emperor."

Originally, Feng Fuce thought it was only about Fan Xinhui’s affair.

He wasn’t really interested in listening anymore.

But upon hearing the word "Emperor," Feng Fuce paused and squinted his cold eyes.

Just then, Bai Zhi’er, who was in his embrace, also began to struggle.

Clearly, she was getting impatient with the eavesdropping.

Right now she was nothing more than a drunk girl seeking cuddles, nothing else mattered to her.

Besides, everything she heard was muddled, and she couldn’t understand.

Feng Fuce gently held her down and whispered in her ear: "Be good, listen for a little while longer, and see what they’re discussing."

Bai Zhi’er, with a soft and tender voice, said: "I don’t want to~"

She moved around restlessly, so Feng Fuce had to wrap his arm around her to prevent her from running off.

Unable to break free, Bai Zhi’er playfully bent her head and bit his fingertip that was pinching her chin.

She pretended to whimper, like a child having a tantrum.

Feng Fuce chuckled indulgently, coaxing her while keeping an ear on the outside sounds.

"So much time has passed, and the court’s effort in rooting out the remnants of the former dynasty has significantly lessened. They don’t even know that the Crown Prince of the former dynasty is still alive."

Hearing this, Feng Fuce’s cold eyes suddenly lifted.

The adoring gaze and soft laughter he directed at Bai Zhi’er vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp and chilly aura.

He looked at the silhouette of the man on that flatboat as if he had sighted prey.

The Crown Prince of the former dynasty?

When Bai Xilie first ascended the throne, Feng Fuce killed the former Emperor in the Jinluan Palace.

It was said that the Crown Prince died by self-immolation in his bedroom.

But after that great fire, when Feng Fuce led people to clean up the ashes, they found no remains.

Everyone said the fire was so fierce that even a person would be burned to ashes completely.