OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 857: Did the Princess and the Marquis Have a Quarrel?

Chapter 857: Chapter 857: Did the Princess and the Marquis Have a Quarrel?

Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "Is that so? Then... thank you."

Feng Fuce heard the gradual softening in her tone and felt there might be room to negotiate their relationship.

So, he squatted down to look Zhi’er in the eye.

"I can promise you that even if I meet the Heavenly Dao again, I will not hold any grudges. If she tries to make a move, I will..."

Feng Fuce paused for a moment.

Not retaliating is not his nature.

But Zhi’er was still looking at him eagerly.

Thus, Feng Fuce promised, "Then I’ll reason with her."

Zhi’er sniffled, "It would be great if you could get along peacefully. But, Brother Fu Ce, until my mother wakes up, I don’t know how to face you."

She lowered her head, "Can we stop being friends for now? Once I figure it out, I’ll tell you."

Feng Fuce’s gaze turned increasingly cold.

He released Zhi’er’s hand.

"You’re still deciding this?"

Feng Fuce straightened up, looking down at her coldly, "Why do you think I will keep waiting for your decision?"

Zhi’er, struggling to hold back her tears, was now teary-eyed again.

She looked up at Feng Fuce, "You’re right... I can’t force you, so Brother Fu Ce, please don’t bother with me."

Feng Fuce: ...

His pale knuckles clenched into a fist.

Feng Fuce stepped aside, "If you’ve really made up your mind, you can leave now. When we meet again, we’ll be strangers."

Zhi’er froze momentarily.

Brother Fu Ce was asking her to leave.

She came today to clear things up.

However, it seemed she couldn’t come to a better resolution with him.

Zhi’er hung her little head, "Alright then..."

She took small steps, silently walking down the stairs.

Feng Fuce seemed truly angry; his pupils were dark and lifeless, coldly watching Zhi’er’s retreating figure.

The little one turned back to look at him, and Feng Fuce shifted his cold gaze away.

Zhi’er walked into the courtyard without taking the Immortal Stone.

She simply reached the doorway and couldn’t help but look back.

"Brother Fu Ce, this Immortal Stone can emit rainbow lights during the day and keeps people safe. I’m leaving it for you."

"Thank you for always playing with me and making me happy. Let this be my last gift to you."

She thought for a moment and said, "Once I become the Heavenly Dao, I’ll ensure everyone gets along with the people of the Demon World."

Feng Fuce didn’t know what ignited the nameless anger in his heart.

He didn’t look at Zhi’er, only coldly gazed at the snowy sky, "If you want to leave, then leave, no need for more words."

For a long time, there was no response.

Feng Fuce looked again towards the courtyard gate, and Zhi’er’s figure was already gone.

He couldn’t help but quickly step outside.

On the thinly snow-covered path, only a trail of small footprints led forward.

Feng Fuce’s jawline tightened, his handsome face holding a trace of anger.

He walked into the courtyard and kicked the Immortal Stone Zhi’er had left.

She wanted to leave, so why did she leave something behind?

Yet, within a couple of seconds, Feng Fuce walked over, cleared the snow, and retrieved the Immortal Stone.

At this moment, Chu Ping ran over cheerfully, "Marquis, everything is arranged, the Xijiang Yue’s lanterns, the ice sculpture snowmen, all set for the Princess to go over!"

"We’re not going, smash them all," Feng Fuce shouted angrily, turned back into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Chu Ping looked bewildered.

What was this sudden murderous anger about? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Did the Princess and the Marquis have a fight?