OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 830: I’ll Give You Only 3 Days

Duke Ping wore an expression of shock and sorrow.

He slowly released his fingers, and Yang Li collapsed to the ground, with blood flowing from all his wounds.

Enduring immense pain, Yang Li reached out and grabbed Duke Ping’s robe.

"Lord, I’ve confessed everything. Please help me plead with Marquis Wan. I really don’t want to be beaten anymore; I still want to live. I’m begging you."

At this moment, Feng Fuce had also finished the orange, and the Asura Envoy immediately handed over a white cloth.

The young man, unhurriedly, wiped his fingers clean.

He pulled out a piece of paper from the book and had it delivered to Duke Ping.

"These are the charges, and he has already stamped it and confessed."

"So, Duke Ping, what do you say next? Should I report this directly to the Emperor and arrest your son according to the law, or will you personally report these matters to the Emperor?"

Duke Ping snapped out of his grief-stricken daze.

He looked at Feng Fuce, tears in his aged eyes, yet still retaining a hint of clarity.

Duke Ping asked, "Marquis, we have no familial ties, and you previously refrained from mentioning this matter, unwilling to meddle. Why are you now, so suddenly enthusiastic?"

Feng Fuce threw the orange peel into the nearby charcoal fire, which crackled and popped.

The burning aroma instantly filled the room, dispelling the rusty smell of blood.

His thin eyes, cold and pitch-black, seemed to absorb light like the Black Abyss.

"I’m not helping out of enthusiasm, nor do I have ulterior motives as you think; I’m just venting my anger."

"Venting?" Duke Ping was puzzled.

Feng Fuce sneered, crossing his arms and said, "Half a month ago, your son and daughter falsely claimed they got lost in the mountains, but after encountering the Princess, they brought her into the Snake Cave. Have you heard of this?"

Of course, Duke Ping knew.

Because when the Emperor learned of this, he even added another twenty lashes to An Shiyu and An Suzhu as a punishment.

They had been so beaten that only a few days ago were they able to get out of bed.

Duke Ping thought that after the Emperor’s punishment, the matter would be over.

He didn’t expect that Marquis Wan would still remember.

Duke Ping opened his mouth, yet found himself speechless.

Feng Fuce’s gaze was exceedingly cold, like ice nine feet thick.

"Their attempt to bully the Princess displeased me. Duke Ping, I’m not afraid to tell you, your son is doomed."

"If you can’t bear to sacrifice your family for righteousness, then I’ll step in. After all, I’ve borne the blame for your son for so many years; everyone thinks it was I who killed Young Master An."

"By now, An Shiyu has lived long enough; it’s time for me to settle the score."

Duke Ping clenched his jaw, his throat moving up and down.

After a moment, he swept up his robe and knelt heavily before Feng Fuce.

Chu Ping laughed, "Oh my, Lord, what are you doing? Surely, you wouldn’t beg for mercy for a murderer?"

"The one An Shiyu killed is your own legitimate younger son!"

Feng Fuce glanced at him, and Chu Ping closed his mouth, letting out a snort.

Duke Ping lowered his head.

His voice heavy, "I know, my son’s actions were wrong, committing the heinous act of murder. Arresting him is the Marquis’ duty."

"But I plead with the Marquis to give me five days to handle him personally, for the sake of our father-son relationship."

"In five days, I will personally capture him and bring him to the prison, can I?"

Feng Fuce’s gaze was black and cold as he looked at him, and after a moment, the young man spoke softly, "Three days, I give you only three days. Once the time is up, if he’s not there, I’ll capture him myself."

Duke Ping felt as if his mind exploded with a thunderous roar.

After a moment, he nodded, answering painfully, "Alright."

Lei Hu was responsible for helping Duke Ping up and seeing him out.