OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 166: Bai Zhi’er, you dirtied my clothes for the 2nd time

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Bai Zhi’er, you dirtied my clothes for the 2nd time

The crowd was still in shock, and Princess Consort Kang had not regained her composure.

The Second Aunt is truly dead.

Feng Fuce had already foreseen this.

He looked down at Bai Zhi’er, who had jumped up like a little dumpling.

Despite her fear, she was protective at critical moments.

Prince Kang exclaimed that it was an ill omen!

He immediately ordered the body to be carried away!

"Find some craftsmen to tear down this Xuan Chun Courtyard and turn it into a garden. Otherwise, just the thought of it disgusts me!"

After speaking, Prince Kang stared at the two maidservants who had defended the Second Aunt earlier.

"So loyal, kill them both. Let them join that woman!"

The maidservants were already petrified.

They had never imagined that the Second Aunt was actually a planted spy!

Immediately, they kowtowed, cried, and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Prince, please calm down. We were ignorant and deceived by Second Aunt!"

"Yes, Second Aunt made us help her fake a pregnancy to frame the Princess Consort and promised us gold and silver treasures!"

"We were bewitched and fell for her scheme. Prince, if you must punish us, please spare our lives!"

Prince Kang didn’t even glance at them.

He flicked his sleeve: "Take them away, I don’t want to see them again!"

The maidservants kept pleading until they were dragged out of sight.

Prince Kang walked up to Feng Fuce.

"Marquis, thanks to you, we managed to get to the bottom of the issues in my residence today. Since you came to find me, is there something you wish to inquire about? I vow to cooperate fully!"

Feng Fuce’s expression was calm and indifferent; he simply replied with three words: "Here to find someone."

"Oh? Who are you looking for?"

"Your Second Aunt."

After he spoke, Prince Kang was taken aback.

"Looking for her?!"

Feng Fuce nodded: "Our Xiuluo Guard discovered that Lixiang was a bought poison expert and that the Second Aunt she served, along with Zheng Jin who was recently executed, have numerous connections."

"I suspect they were following orders from the same person or organization, so I intended to take her for questioning."

"But," he paused momentarily: "she’s already gone."

Prince Kang drew a sharp breath.

He was aware of Zheng Jin’s case, which was an assassination plot against the Emperor!

This means his rashness has severed the clue leading to the true culprit!

Prince Kang quickly clasped his hands: "This, this, this, look at this, it truly ruined the plan."

Feng Fuce noticed Prince Kang sweating profusely, furrowing his brow in confusion.

His eyes, cold and bright, reminded him: "It’s not entirely a lost cause, as long as Prince carefully recalls, the first time you met the Second Aunt, you were with several officials at Xianghong Building."

"Give me the list, and for the rest, you need not worry, Prince."

Prince Kang was suddenly enlightened!

He slapped his forehead: "Oh yes, since the Second Aunt had intentions to get close, it’s clear the officials who took me to Xianghong Building that day are suspicious, let me think..."

But two years had passed, and his memory was hazy.

Despite pondering deeply, Bai Zhi’er softly spoke: "Third Uncle, don’t rush, look, Third Aunt is terrified, perhaps comfort her first!"

The little one winked at him, suggesting discreetly.

Prince Kang came to his senses, noticing Princess Consort Kang still gazing at the bloodstain where the Second Aunt lay.

Her sons surrounded her, offering solace.

Prince Kang quickly nodded to Bai Zhi’er and stepped toward the Princess Consort.

"Madam, let’s return to the room to rest. There are things I will gradually explain to you."

Before leaving, Prince Kang did not forget to apologize to Feng Fuce.

"It’s a busy family matter today, so I can’t entertain the Marquis. Please feel free if you don’t mind, let the housekeeper take you to the front hall for tea before you leave!"

Feng Fuce was unfazed.

He inclined his chin, his gaze cold and indifferent.

"Prince, take care."

Prince Kang departed with Princess Consort Kang.

Feng Fuce turned his gaze toward Bai Zhi’er.

Suddenly, he noticed two small handprints on his silver-white sleeve.

In another glance, Bai Zhi’er had brownish sauce-like stains on both of her little palms, already half-dried.

"Bai Zhi’er," Feng Fuce spoke profoundly and dissatisfied: "You’ve dirtied my clothes again."

He thought for a moment, then added: "This is the second time."