OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess
Chapter 74 Zhi Bao Feeds You~

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 Zhi Bao Feeds You~

Bai Yaoyu naturally knew that Feng Fuce was acquainted with his sister.

But with the previous unpleasant experience, he protected Bai Zhi’er, frowning and asking, "Did Uncle send you to pick up Zhi’er?"

Feng Fuce didn’t look at him, nor did he answer.

He looked at Bai Zhi’er, his tone cold yet pleasing to the ear.

"I just went to Prince Kang’s Mansion, the Prince’s rash has subsided, your prescription worked, you’ve stayed outside for a night, you should return to the palace now."

Hearing that the prescription was effective, Bai Zhi’er immediately bounced in joy.

"That’s great! Everyone’s saved!" She ran to Feng Fuce, lifting her little face, her watery eyes gleamed as she looked at him, "Brother Fu Ce, I’m hungry."

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, glanced at Bai Yaoyu.

"Your brother doesn’t feed you?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes pathetically, "He did, but I’m not full. I want to eat, will you treat me?"

Feng Fuce sneered coldly.

This little rascal was waiting for him here.

Bai Zhi’er drew circles on the ground with her little foot, "After I eat, I’ll go back to the palace."

Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips, after a while, he looked at the Xiu Luo Envoy beside him.

The other party, understanding, took out a bag of silver and tossed it onto the table.

He said to the teahouse shopkeeper, who was already dumbfounded, "Whatever the Princess wants to eat, you serve it."

Princess?!

This little one selling potatoes is actually the only daughter of the current Holy Emperor, Princess Cui Cuo?!

Bai Zhi’er was unceremonious, walked to the board with the menu, and pointed at everything from top to bottom with her little hand.

Feng Fuce asked coldly, "So much, can you finish it?"

The little one turned back, her eyes shining, "There are so many people here, Third Brother, me, Brother Fu Ce, and these fierce-faced big brothers beside you."

Several Xiu Luo Envoys wearing evil ghost masks looked at each other.

Fierce-faced?

The teahouse shopkeeper also said, "Your Highness the Princess... This is indeed a bit too much, even with so many people you can’t finish it."

Bai Zhi’er winked at him.

Then, lowering her voice, she tiptoed to whisper.

"Uncle! This big brother is very rich, my daddy often rewards him with many treasures, just consider this my gratitude to you, don’t hold back, as much as you can bring!"

The shopkeeper heard this and dryly chuckled twice.

On the other side, Feng Fuce’s ear slightly moved, it’s unclear if he heard.

But his gaze turned a shade darker, and he pursed his lips, without saying a word of opposition.

The teahouse shopkeeper turned to prepare the meal, and the rest of the guests in the building hurriedly scattered away like birds and beasts.

In the blink of an eye, only Feng Fuce and the Xiu Luo Envoy, along with Bai Yaoyu and Bai Zhi’er, were left.

Feng Fuce took a step forward, and a Xiu Luo Envoy moved a stool for him to sit down.

The innate nobility filled every gesture of his.

Feng Fuce drank the most inferior tea in the teahouse, but with the demeanor of tasting it, like a noble young man adrift in the world.

Bai Yaoyu, holding Bai Zhi’er, sat across from him.

The little one’s soft voice reminded, "Brother Ce, those thieves you caught just now, they mentioned someone in the brothel was sick, ask them well, maybe there’s a new discovery!"

"Hmm." He responded indifferently.

In fact, the thorough investigation over the past few days has already yielded some clues.

The spread of smallpox in the Capital was deliberately caused by someone with ill intentions.

Yet, the more people died, the better it was for Feng Fuce.

But just as smallpox was about to be resolved, it was seemingly about to be solved by Bai Zhi’er.

Feng Fuce, still, hasn’t decided whether to ruin the little one’s plan.

Even though the Wuxiang Pearl she used to save people was provided by him.

Soon, hot dishes were brought up one after another.

Bai Zhi’er was having lots of fun eating, her entire round, pink face exuded a look of happiness.

However, out of the corner of her eye, the little one suddenly noticed.

Feng Fuce had never once touched his chopsticks, only drinking tea.

How could anyone not like delicious food!

Bai Zhi’er used chopsticks to pick a meatball, hopped down from the stool, and ran over to Feng Fuce.

"Brother Fu Ce, open your mouth, ah~" she coaxed in a tone as if for a child.

Feng Fuce’s face turned black.

Is she treating him like a three-year-old child too?