OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 840: I’ll Definitely Teach Her a Lesson!

Chapter 840: Chapter 840: I’ll Definitely Teach Her a Lesson!

When this matter was brought up, An Suzhu became dejected.

"Make a connection? Aunt, I nearly lost my life!"

Liu Qianfang was astonished: "What happened?"

An Suzhu then recounted the time when the Princess and Prince Qing both had toothaches.

Finally, when speaking of being punished, An Suzhu cried out of grievance.

"After all, it’s Princess Cui Cuo, who’s always against me, it’s a natural conflict!"

Liu Qianfang looked solemn, gritting her teeth: "Listening to you, this little princess is four and a half years old, yet more troublesome than ordinary people!"

An Suzhu choked: "I can’t gain any advantage from her, it would be fine if the Emperor protected her, but there’s also Marquis Wan following her around constantly!"

Liu Qianfang’s eyes turned with a hint of scheming.

She comforted, "Don’t worry, with me here, we’ll definitely come up with a way to make her suffer a bit!"

Liu Qianfang thought for a moment, asked: "What’s your relationship with Ke Shouwang? Although he’s a relative on Madam’s side, you call him cousin, surely he wouldn’t trouble you."

An Suzhu nodded: "Now that my brother’s matter has been exposed, his family has also heard a bit."

"But my cousin just doesn’t talk to me much; if we meet on the street, he’d still greet me."

Liu Qianfang drew a cold smile: "Then there’s a way."

Four or five more days passed.

On this day, Feng Fuce was invited to Duke Ping’s Mansion.

"Marquis, I am very grateful for your presence in this humble abode. This invitation was extended, to thank you for revealing the truth about my youngest son Bingchang’s death."

"My wife and I have prepared a modest feast, please move to the back hall, Marquis."

The group passed through the rain corridor.

Feng Fuce’s large cloak was dark black, the biting winter wind blew through the courtyard.

His tone was indifferent: "It was a minor effort, no need to be courteous. Having borne the blame for An Shiyu for several years, it is time for him to be punished."

Feng Fuce calculated the hour.

After the meal, he would almost go to Mingyang Academy to pick up Bai Zhi’er from school.

Tonight, he was going to accompany her to Fengchao Mansion to organize books.

Therefore, at this moment, Feng Fuce’s expression was very relaxed and peaceful.

Duke Ping nodded along.

At this point, Feng Fuce passed by a courtyard and suddenly felt something.

He stopped and glanced sideways.

He saw invisible golden light surrounding the surroundings of the clean and elegant courtyard.

It was a symbol of protective divine light.

Though extremely transparent, Feng Fuce still noticed it.

"What’s this place?" he asked faintly.

Duke Ping replied: "This is our family’s ancestral hall, where the ancestor’s tablets are worshipped. May I ask if there is anything wrong, Marquis?"

Feng Fuce pondered for a moment, his lips slightly parted: "Oh, it’s nothing. Is your son An Bingchang’s tablet also inside?"

"Yes."

"In that case, may I go in to offer him incense? Would Duke Ping find it convenient?"

Duke Ping was taken aback and exchanged a glance with his wife.

For someone as wild and unruly as Feng Fuce to actually offer incense for his youngest son?

They were both startled and amazed.

Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "Not allowed?"

Duke Ping promptly led the way: "Of course you can, thank you for helping my son, he certainly should see his benefactor. Marquis, this way please."

Feng Fuce followed him into the ancestral hall.

The whole hall was tidy and clean.

Feng Fuce looking at the neatly arranged tablets, couldn’t help but remember what Bai Zhi’er said.

The little one always dreamt, dreaming of sitting at the highest point on the shelves, watching down.