OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 828: How Long Has It Been Since the Little Demon Pet Ate With Him?

Chapter 828: Chapter 828: How Long Has It Been Since the Little Demon Pet Ate With Him?

November 6.

Before Duke Ping left the house, he specially consulted the almanac, which stated that all ventures were ill-advised.

But he had to investigate the tournament from years ago to uncover the true cause of his youngest son’s death.

Therefore, not going out was not an option.

Excessively trusting in ancestral protection, he paid a visit to the ancestral hall for a prayer before setting out.

Hoping his ancestors would bless this journey, allowing him to find out who killed his youngest son.

However, as soon as Duke Ping boarded his carriage,

He heard a sudden rush of hoofbeats.

He puzzledly poked his head out from the carriage.

It was unexpectedly a team of Xiu Luo Envoy. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Duke Ping furrowed his brow tightly.

Leading the pack was Chu Ping, who rode up to the side of his carriage.

"Greetings Duke Ping, we have urgent matters at hand, so I won’t dismount to pay respects. However, our Marquis invites you to accompany me back to the Xiuluo Guard."

Duke Ping was silent for a moment: "What is the purpose?"

Chu Ping gave a mirthless smile: "The Marquis always simply issues commands, and as for specifics, you will find out once you arrive."

With that, he raised his head to the officers below.

"The road ahead is icy; you, come and drive for the Lord, with care."

"Yes."

The Xiu Luo Envoy dismounted and directly pushed the coachman off the shaft.

Seeing their forceful manner, Duke Ping reckoned that refusal was not an option.

He cupped his hands in a perfunctory polite manner.

"Thank you, Vice Envoy Chu."

Today, he really should have listened to the old almanac; all ventures were ill-advised, and stepping out was a mistake.

Duke Ping thought to himself.

Chu Ping laughed and cracked the whip: "Move out!"

Thirty minutes later, Duke Ping was brought to the Xiuluo Guard.

It was his first formal visit here.

A lingering, indescribable odor of blood filled the place, though it seemed to have been deliberately cleaned, there was still a discernible difference.

When Duke Ping arrived, Lei Hu was just presenting a plate of oranges.

There were four in total, harvested from the orange tree in the backyard this winter.

Feng Fuce noticed the skin of the oranges was patchy and speculated they may not be sweet.

Bai Zhi’er preferred the sweet ones.

Casually picking an orange, Feng Fuce raised his cold gaze to Duke Ping: "Sit."

Chu Ping promptly dragged over a stool, placing it in front of Feng Fuce’s table.

Duke Ping saw that the stool was actually used for interrogating prisoners.

Below the stool lay a guillotine; should any prisoner be dishonest, the Xiuluo Envoy would press them down and thrust their head inside.

He understood this as an act of intimidation.

He also knew Marquis Wan was famously uncompromising.

Duke Ping was unwilling to argue and did not sit.

He said without a smile: "Marquis, if there’s anything you need to say, please speak plainly. There are pressing matters at home, and I cannot stay long. I ask your pardon."

Feng Fuce peeled the orange skin, releasing a fragrant stream.

His jade-white, slender fingers peeled the orange with such grace.

Duke Ping had seen him wield a sword, killing without hesitation, and had seen his hands drenched in blood.

Thus, witnessing this scene, he felt a chill.

Feng Fuce looked at Chu Ping, coldly instructed: "Bring the items up."

Chu Ping responded with an eager smile: "Certainly."

Subsequently, "clang, clang, clang," three items were placed before Duke Ping.

A ledger, two silver notes, and a land deed.

Duke Ping glanced at them, somewhat suspicious, then raised his gaze to Feng Fuce.

"What does the Marquis mean by this?"

Feng Fuce was already sampling the orange.

Except for items fed by Bai Zhi’er, he found all mortal foods tasteless.

The orange was not fully ripe yet, naturally sour.

He impatiently furrowed his brow.

How long had his Little Demon Pet not dined with him?