OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 872: Of All Under Heaven, the Princess Reigns Supreme

Chapter 872: Chapter 872: Of All Under Heaven, the Princess Reigns Supreme

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhi’er gently moved aside Feng Fuce’s hand.

"I can’t sleep yet; I still need to reply to Brother, Father, Master, and Brother A Kuang’s letters."

As she spoke, she turned around and brought a small low table, placing it in front of her.

Feng Fuce watched as Bai Zhi’er took up a pen and paper, his eyes deep and dark.

While Bai Zhi’er was away, Jun Kuang managed the Wen Mansion for her.

After years of development, the Wen Mansion sent excellent students to the Court every year.

Each one of them vowed to serve their country, now standing as pillars of integrity.

They have helped Bai Xilie a lot, and the court is no longer chaotic.

The reputation of the Wen Mansion has improved and is almost on par with Mingyang Academy.

However, there are still differences between the two.

The Wen Mansion mainly takes in sons from poor families who cannot afford schooling.

Most of the students in Mingyang Academy are descendants of prestigious families.

Nevertheless, the two academies are closely connected.

After all, the master of Mingyang Academy, Mo Yanchi, is Bai Zhi’er’s teacher.

"Brother A Kuang, writing to you is like meeting you face to face..." Bai Zhi’er carefully crafted each beautiful, neat character.

Feng Fuce leaned against the carriage with his arms crossed, letting out a cold laugh.

"Don’t you find Jun Kuang strange? A person with a deep-seated revenge would be willing to manage the Wen Mansion quietly for you."

Bai Zhi’er didn’t lift her head, her voice clear and crisp: "The former dynasty has a grudge against Brother A Kuang, but Third Brother and I saved his life, so he is grateful to us!"

Feng Fuce seemed to let out a snort.

As dawn broke, the carriage entered Pingjin City.

Bai Zhi’er had only just finished writing all her replies.

When the carriage stopped in front of the largest inn in the city, Feng Fuce carried the sleeping Bai Zhi’er off the carriage.

With the escort of Guoguo, Lei Hu, and the Xiu Luo Envoys, they entered the inn.

They rented several upper rooms for a temporary stay.

Feng Fuce laid Bai Zhi’er on the bed, carefully removing her outer robe, shoes, and socks, then gently covered her with a quilt.

He then walked to the door, instructing Lei Hu to notify the host family.

He also asked Guoguo to inform the inn’s kitchen to prepare a good meal to be served in two hours.

Feng Fuce estimated that Bai Zhi’er would likely wake up around that time.

After that, he stayed in her room and did not leave again.

The Xiu Luo Envoys guarded the door while Lei Hu and Guoguo went downstairs to handle their tasks.

Before leaving, Guoguo scoffed, "Why not go directly to the host family? The Marquis is spoiling the princess more and more."

Lei Hu glanced at him, "When the princess is sleeping, that’s the most important thing. Even if knives fell from the sky, the Marquis would still put taking care of the princess first."

"Stop saying such things, beware if the Marquis hears you and gives you a beating." Lei Hu said before leaving.

Guoguo quickly shut his mouth adeptly.

As expected, two hours later, the silhouette on the bed, with flowing hair, stirred slightly.

Bai Zhi’er let out a small whimper, stretched her arms, and yawned widely.

Feng Fuce was sitting not far away, reading by the soft window seat.

Upon hearing the sound, he looked up.

It just so happened that Bai Zhi’er had already sat up, her long hair cascading down her shoulders.

"What hour is it?" she asked, yawning repeatedly, her misty, obsidian eyes innocently gazing at him.

"It’s almost noon, you woke up just in time, the meal is just ready, I’ll have Guoguo bring it up." Feng Fuce put down his book and walked towards Bai Zhi’er.

He took her outer robe from the rack and handed it to her.

Bai Zhi’er obediently dressed herself, extending her foot from under the quilt, and he naturally crouched down to help her put on her shoes and socks.

This routine was effortless for Feng Fuce.

The two seemed accustomed to this, not finding it odd at all.

Feng Fuce even helped her fasten the buttons.