OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess
Chapter 54 The Little Rascal Who Holds No Grudges

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 The Little Rascal Who Holds No Grudges

This topic is indeed a bit cruel for a three-year-old child.

Bai Xilie didn’t want to answer, he simply bent down and held his daughter in his arms.

"Zhi’er, they are sick, and the chances of curing this illness are too small. Controlling them is also for the sake of those who remain healthy in the palace."

Bai Zhi’er shook her head repeatedly, "It can be cured, Zhi’er can!"

Bai Xilie didn’t believe her, he just earnestly said, "Be good, listen to Daddy, Zhi’er, don’t go anywhere, wait for Daddy to handle everything outside."

He didn’t forget to urge Feng Fuce beside him, "Go blockade the Clothes Cleaning Bureau now, you know how to do it."

Feng Fuce’s expression was indifferent, he lifted his steps and walked away.

Bai Zhi’er heard the undertone in their words.

Knowing that the outcome for those sick people is destined to be death!

The little one looked at Feng Fuce’s back and raised her tender voice, "I really can cure them, I just lack an herb called Wuxiang Pearl, give me one night, I’ll definitely find it!"

Bai Xilie asked, "What is Wuxiang Pearl?"

Feng Fuce answered dully, "It’s said to be a plant that grows in summer but must be nurtured by snow to survive."

In summer, and it needs to be watered with snow?

Simply an unbelievable and ridiculous claim!

Bai Xilie sighed, "Marquis Wan, don’t waste time, go."

Bai Zhi’er stomped her little feet, "Brother Fu Ce! You don’t believe Zhi’er either?"

Feng Fuce paused his steps, but he didn’t turn around.

Then he walked into the night without stopping.

Bai Xilie knew his daughter had a kind heart, he gently cradled the little one in his arms to comfort her.

Bai Xilie’s tone was heavy, "Daddy knows you want to help, and also knows Zhi’er is very capable, surely your mother taught you a lot of rare medical skills."

"But, this smallpox epidemic is aggressive, and cannot be cured by ordinary medical skills."

Bai Zhi’er’s voice was soft and innocent but unwavering, "Daddy, I will definitely find it. With me here, no one will die!"

The Wuxiang Pearl, which grows in summer but must bask in cold snow, grows on the perennial snowy peaks.

She is still too young now, and cannot leave Daddy, she has to think of another way!

This night, Bai Xilie was afraid his daughter wouldn’t sleep, so he stayed by her side.

Luckily, as soon as the little one touched the pillow, she was so sleepy her long lashes fluttered, and soon closed her eyes and fell asleep obediently.

Bai Xilie walked outside, looking at the ink-black night sky, the cold wind lifting his Dragon Robe.

The Emperor’s brows were handsome, yet carried the oppressive air of one in power, years of pressure and responsibility, all on his shoulders alone.

The saying goes, it’s lonely at the top, and it’s truly like this.

Now there’s an epidemic, coupled with national treasury silver shortages.

There would be even more tricky matters waiting for him, wouldn’t there?

Jing Jia, where are you, watching all of this?

Would you be unhappy with him ordering the burning and killing of those infected?

Meanwhile, the Clothes Cleaning Bureau near the Cold Palace was echoing with cries.

The Xiuluo Guard, each wearing evil ghost masks, sealed the palace gates of the Clothes Cleaning Bureau.

The people inside were banging on the doors pleading, those who were sick and those who weren’t, all locked together.

Just waiting for a fire to end it all.

But Feng Fuce stood at the door with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking, reluctant to give the order.

The Xiuluo Guard approached him and whispered, "Marquis, the diesel is ready, should we set it on fire?"

The young boy’s brows and eyes were cold, deeper than the night itself.

Setting the Clothes Cleaning Bureau on fire would ensure the resentment and fear of those people would restore some of his mana.

He should have given the order mercilessly.

But...

Feng Fuce suddenly seemed absent-minded.

For some reason, he kept thinking of earlier, when Bai Xilie asked him to lead the flogging, and Bai Zhi’er suddenly rushed out to protect him with her little form.

This little rascal, she doesn’t seem to hold grudges.