OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 838: Guoguo, Our Playful Little Pet

"While you were caring for and doting on these siblings, your youngest son, An Bingchang, might be suffering the torments of hell."

Duke Ping hurriedly said, "Marquis Wan, please stop talking!"

Lady An was hit hard, thinking about how she had just pleaded for An Shiyu.

A dull pain struck her chest.

"Chang’er! My dear Chang’er!" Lady An cried out.

Immediately after, overwhelmed by the shock, she fainted.

"Madam!" Duke Ping quickly picked her up.

Feng Fuce calmly looked at Lei Hu: "Take them to the back chamber and summon the Imperial Physician."

"Yes!"

With Lady An unconscious, Duke Ping naturally had no time to deal with An Shiyu.

So, under Feng Fuce’s orders, An Shiyu was thrown into the death row and three days later was to be executed by strangulation.

"This matter has already been reported to the Emperor, and he has given me full authority to handle it. An Shiyu, go to hell and repay what you owe."

After Feng Fuce finished speaking, he took Bai Zhi’er’s little hand and walked into the inner chamber.

No matter how hoarse An Shiyu’s cries were outside, they were indifferent.

Finally, the sound ceased, clearly, he had been taken away.

Bai Zhi’er sat in Feng Fuce’s office chair, her tiny face round and fair, her lively eyes bright and black.

At this moment, she was staring straight at Feng Fuce without a word.

Feng Fuce had her favorite pastries brought up.

Seeing her like this, he couldn’t help but chuckle: "What are you thinking about, why are you staring at me?"

Bai Zhi’er said softly, "Brother Fu Ce, what you said just now was too blunt, Lady An might break down."

Feng Fuce paused in his speech.

So that’s what it was about.

His brow was wrapped in a distant coolness, like the mist of Jiuchong Mountain.

"I just wanted her to wake up, not everyone is worth her pleading for."

"But as a mother, it’s understandable she can’t bear it for her child," the little one said.

Feng Fuce never quarreled with her.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, since you don’t like it, next time I’ll find a different way to communicate with such people."

Bai Zhi’er giggled sweetly, "I’m just casually saying, if you change because I don’t like it, then I must be too important to Brother Fu Ce."

Feng Fuce was pouring tea for her, and without thinking, he replied with a "Yes": "Important."

Realizing his words were too straightforward, he looked at Bai Zhi’er, who was blinking her bright eyes at him.

Feng Fuce realized what he had just said was too direct.

He pursed his lips and added, "Because you are my only, friend."

On the final two words, Feng Fuce paused.

Bai Zhi’er smiled obediently, "I’m the only one? What about Chu Ping and Brother Lei Hu?"

"He is a subordinate."

"What about Guoguo?"

"He, reluctantly counts as our little amusing pet."

Guoguo was beside them wiping the pillar.

Hearing this, he turned his head and angrily retorted, "I heard all of that!"

Bai Zhi’er covered her mouth with her small hand, laughter spilling out.

But Feng Fuce remained unhurried, merely glanced at the angrily puffing Guoguo.

"Keep wiping the pillar."

Guoguo clenched the rag tightly.

Marquis Wan always bullied him, yet he couldn’t best Feng Fuce.

Guoguo scrubbed the pillar even more vigorously, venting his frustration.

He grumbled discontentedly, "Trying to win the little princess’s favor and dragging innocent me into it every time, what a stubborn Marquis!"

Bai Zhi’er smiled with lips pursed, resting her face in her hand, curiously asked, "Brother Fu Ce, why has Guoguo stayed by your side all this time, won’t you let him go?"

Feng Fuce, however, calmly replied, "He volunteered to stay, last time he broke one of my Warring States vases, owes me silver, and has to work as a servant to repay it."