OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 869: Just Admit You’re Jealous!

Zhi’er gritted her teeth: "My ninetieth merit, don’t you dare run!"

She lifted her dress and chased outside the window.

However, she immediately saw.

Zhang Sheng’s head had already been crushed under a black boot.

Zhi’er followed the boot upwards with her eyes.

A lean waist, a solid chest, a black robe, and that familiar cold and handsome face.

Zhi’er beamed, her smile sweet and adorable: "Didn’t I tell you to wait at the door for a moment? I was about to catch him."

Feng Fuce’s face was stern: "This male ghost is cunning and slippery; if I left it entirely to you, he would have run away long ago."

His gaze fell on her bridal attire, seemingly even more displeased.

Feng Fuce pushed down with his foot, making Zhang Sheng scream as his head was stomped into flying ash.

Zhi’er watched as Zhang Sheng turned to ashes and disappeared.

She curiously looked around.

"Huh? Zhang Sheng is dead, why hasn’t this ghost mansion collapsed?"

The ghost mansion was a manifestation of Zhang Sheng’s mana; theoretically, it should have turned to ash as well.

Feng Fuce, however, coldly said, "I’m holding up this mansion. Go inside and change your clothes first, then we’ll leave."

"This bridal attire, don’t you find it an eyesore, unlucky?"

Zhi’er looked down at her clothes.

Zhang Sheng, to evade the pursuit of Ghost Messengers, built a mansion in this ominous, ghostly place to avoid their detection.

The dead couldn’t enter; only the living could.

And Zhang Sheng was lustful, letting in no one but young women.

Zhi’er had disguised herself to catch him.

Hearing Feng Fuce’s words, she nodded: "You’re right, it is indeed unlucky!"

She pushed the door open and went inside to change clothes.

Inside, the candlelight flickered, and Feng Fuce could see the outline of the girl’s figure reflected on the window.

His gaze deepened as he turned away, looking to the sky to calm himself.

When Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked out of the ghost mansion.

The luxurious house behind them turned to sand in the wind, revealing a surrounding of desolate grave mounds.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, and moonlight once again bathed the forest.

Guoguo, Lei Hu, and a few plain-clothed Xiu Luo Envoys were already waiting outside.

Seeing Zhi’er and Feng Fuce emerge, they immediately approached.

Feng Fuce seemed still bothered by Zhi’er wearing a bridal dress for someone else.

"Why didn’t you listen to me back then and let Guoguo disguise as a woman to be captured by the male ghost?" Feng Fuce took a veil from Lei Hu’s hand and placed it on Zhi’er.

Guoguo, now over sixteen, had a blocky head, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

Upon hearing this, he widened his eyes.

"You’re really heartless!"

Following Marquis Wan for so many years, Guoguo was still often enraged by his ruthless and cold manner.

Zhi’er adjusted her veil and laughed: "Do you think Zhang Sheng is stupid? He kidnaps passing women at intervals."

"If dressing as a woman could fool Zhang Sheng, it’s impossible; otherwise, he wouldn’t be a malevolent spirit."

That’s why Zhi’er insisted on disguising herself as a passing woman to be captured by Zhang Sheng.

Feng Fuce glanced at her, his jaw clenched.

He’d grown, his facial contours becoming more profound and austere.

An unapproachable aura surrounded him.

No one dared to meet his eyes for long, except Zhi’er.

"Were you unconscious? Did he help you change into the bridal dress?" Feng Fuce pursued.

Zhi’er was arranging her hair and replied, "How could that be! He had a paper-doll maid think I fainted and came to change my clothes, but I tore it apart."

Only then did Feng Fuce satisfyingly remain silent.

Guoguo and Lei Hu were long accustomed to the Marquis’s stubborn care for the Princess.

Just admit you’re jealous!