OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 892: Let Me See What Trouble He’s Getting Into Now!

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: Let Me See What Trouble He’s Getting Into Now!

Zhi’er cradled her little face, seriously blinking her lively eyes as she looked at him.

Feng Fuce thought she was verifying if he was speaking sincerely.

Thus, the young man’s voice, though cold, added with unwavering determination— 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I will never lie to you again; you can trust my words."

Zhi’er suddenly reached out and wiped away a bit of leftover sweet soup from the edge of his thin lips.

Her movements were natural, carrying a touch of thoughtfulness and affection.

Feng Fuce was momentarily stunned and subconsciously raised his hand, catching Zhi’er’s wrist as she was about to retract it.

Zhi’er lightly blinked her long lashes.

"What’s wrong? I saw you hadn’t cleaned up properly and just wanted to help."

Feng Fuce lowered his eyes, staring at her pearly white fingertips.

His thin lips slightly parted: "Zhi’er, actually..."

Feng Fuce hadn’t finished speaking before Zhi’er withdrew her hand.

She lightly tapped him on the head.

The girl’s brows and eyes were vividly stunning, glaring at him: "How many times have I said, either call me Zhi’er or Sister Zhi’er, yet here you are using my full name!"

Zhi’er crossed her arms, turning angrily away.

"Turns out we’re not familiar at all, Feng, Fu, Ce! Hmph!"

The surrounding Xiu Luo Envoys watched and silently bowed their heads.

In the entire realm, only the Princess dared to hit the Marquis on the head.

They were long accustomed to it; Feng Fuce wouldn’t be angry with her, instead, he would become even more gently disposed.

Sure enough.

Seeing Zhi’er in a huff, Feng Fuce couldn’t resist a light laugh.

He stood, walked to her side: "I forgot, you’re right to scold me, next time I’ll definitely remember."

Zhi’er pouted, refusing to look at him: "Every time you say next time, every time you make people angry."

"Zhi’er." Feng Fuce proactively held her hand: "How about this, I’ll give you a chance to punish me."

Zhi’er’s mischievous eyes sparkled.

She turned to ask with a sly smile: "Really? Any punishment will do?"

Seeing the mischief on her face, Feng Fuce couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow: "I’ll do my best to satisfy you."

"Then I want..." Zhi’er pondered seriously.

Just then, Chu Ping hurriedly ran in from outside.

"Marquis, Princess, it’s bad; Prince Kang returned to the mansion and is making a fuss about hanging himself, the Princess Consort Kang asks the Princess to take charge."

The Princess Consort Kang dare not ask Bai Xilie to come.

She’s afraid that with Bai Xilie’s personality, he might just kill Prince Kang on the spot, granting him a quick death.

Feng Fuce’s eyes turned cold, and Zhi’er also pulled away the hand he held tightly.

The girl stomped her foot, aggrieved.

"Third Uncle always causing trouble, I’m going to see what calamity he’s up to now!"

Zhi’er lifted her skirt and headed out.

As the night had already fallen, naturally, Feng Fuce would accompany her.

Arriving at Prince Kang’s Mansion.

Upon entering, they immediately heard Prince Kang’s crying.

"Hui Niang, I was foolish; I thought I had done things wrong, then saw how pitiful Mu Rou was and felt obliged to her."

"Who knew she would turn out to be a fraud, nearly causing my family to be torn apart! Now I’ve awakened, pleading with you not to leave me."

"You are my only wife, I want no one else." Prince Kang, regardless of his image, knelt on the ground, crying with sincerity.

He truly realized his mistake.

Prince Kang thought once the truth was clear, the Princess Consort would forgive him.

After all, he was drunk, used, and hadn’t really sullied Mu Rou’s purity.

But unexpectedly, upon returning to the mansion, the Princess Consort straightforwardly proposed a separation.

She was determined to leave him.

Prince Kang deeply regretted his actions, resorting to kneeling down, begging for his wife to give him one more chance.