OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 877: Just Overate, Not Pregnant!

Feng Fuce took Bai Zhi’er and spent the whole afternoon tasting all the delicacies in Pingjin City.

In the end, Bai Zhi’er was holding her lower back with one hand and covering her slightly bulging stomach with the other.

They strolled back to the inn along the lake, where the willows swayed gracefully.

Bai Zhi’er gently patted her chest.

Her red lips pouted as she grumbled softly, "I didn’t control myself and ate too much again. It’s so uncomfortable, boo hoo."

Feng Fuce chuckled indulgently at her words.

"There’s a place ahead that sells hawthorn soup, I’ll take you for a bowl later."

Bai Zhi’er nodded slowly, "I’m about to not be able to walk anymore."

"Then should I carry you?" Feng Fuce suggested, reaching out his hand towards her.

Bai Zhi’er dodged away, "No way, it’s too embarrassing in public!"

At this moment, an aunt passing by with a mule saw them.

She couldn’t help but say, "Young man, your wife is so beautiful, you have to take good care of her. She’s pregnant, don’t let her work too hard!"

After saying that, she left amidst the jingling sounds of the mule, leaving Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce staring in astonishment.

It took Bai Zhi’er quite a while to regain her senses.

She stomped her foot and shouted towards the aunt’s retreating figure, "Auntie, I’m just full from eating too much!"

However, the aunt was already far gone.

Bai Zhi’er’s face was flushed as she fumed angrily.

She turned her head to see Feng Fuce smiling at her.

"What are you laughing at!"

"I’m not laughing."

Bai Zhi’er reached out, trying to pinch Feng Fuce’s face by standing on tiptoe.

She widened her big, bright, and beautiful black eyes.

"Liar! I clearly saw you laughing just now! Do you also think it’s hilarious that I was mistaken for being pregnant because I ate too much?"

"I didn’t," Feng Fuce said, pressing down on her head with one hand.

Bai Zhi’er wasn’t as strong as him, and even on tiptoe, she couldn’t reach his cheeks with both hands flapping around.

Frustrated, the young girl stomped her foot and scolded him playfully, while Feng Fuce’s laughter became even more clear and cheerful.

The days he spent with her were filled with immense joy.

In the evening.

When the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the watchman knocked the night watch drum, midnight had already passed.

Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce, along with the Xiu Luo Envoy, quietly visited the Yan Family.

During the day, Lei Hu had already informed them.

The exorcism was to take place tonight at midnight.

Because that fierce ghost was most likely to appear when the yin energy was strongest.

The Yan Family followed instructions and hid in the main hall.

Lei Hu and Guoguo, leading the Xiu Luo Envoy, surrounded the courtyard of Yan He.

Each of them held a string of vermillion.

These were given to them by Bai Zhi’er earlier, meant for warding off evil spirits.

Even if that fierce ghost tried to escape, it would have to shed a layer of skin.

Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce walked directly into the courtyard.

Yan He should have already been asleep; the inside of the house was pitch black, with no lights lit.

"Yan He told me that the ghost she summoned knows your identity is not simple," Bai Zhi’er said to Feng Fuce.

"So just us being here might make him think you pose a threat to Yan He, making him appear naturally."

Feng Fuce nodded, his cold eyes scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, they both heard a crisp clanging sound.

The sound was like a sword unsheathed, the edge sliding out sharply.

"It’s here," Feng Fuce said coldly, the dark, cold flames around him resembling demonic fire.

Meanwhile, Bai Zhi’er by his side emanated a warm white glow.

The two stood side by side, as if they were made for each other.

The scene before Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce seemed to be splashed with vibrant colors.

The surroundings shifted instantly, revealing a desolate battlefield.

A man wielding a long sword stood ahead, his body covered in blood, his armor shattered, yet his gaze icy cold.