OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 913: Is There a Traitor Among the Immortals of the Ninth Heaven?

Zhi’er paused for a moment.

She thought carefully, "Brother Fu Ce, what you say makes some sense."

"Third Uncle suddenly acting out of character and saying he’d abandon all his family assets for Mu Rou is indeed very strange."

"However, I can’t think of any reason why he’d do such a thing."

Feng Fuce’s gaze darkened slightly, "When a person does something that doesn’t match their character, there are only two possibilities."

Zhi’er listened attentively.

"Either they are driven by some kind of benefit and purposely say those things."

"Or," Feng Fuce paused, "they are possessed by an evil spirit, leading them to act uncharacteristically against their will."

Zhi’er felt a slight thrill of fear, "Possessed by an evil spirit? That seems unlikely."

She explained, "Mother once told me that before she left, to protect Father and his family from your revenge and pursuit, she specifically left her Dharma Seal on each of them."

"Ordinary demons and ghosts can’t get near Father and them. How could Third Uncle be possessed?"

Moreover, she hadn’t sensed any demonic aura on Prince Kang either.

Feng Fuce’s gaze was deep.

He thought for a moment, looked at Zhi’er, and suddenly voiced a conjecture.

"What if it’s not a demon, but an immortal?"

This idea made Zhi’er’s dark eyes widen in shock.

"Brother Fu Ce, are you suggesting there’s a traitor among the immortals in the nine layered heaven?"

She lowered her gaze slightly, "But what benefit would they get from stirring up trouble for my family? My mother is already unconscious and unable to seek justice."

Feng Fuce brushed his hand over his brow.

He thought quietly for a while, "I’m not sure yet, but I’ll arrange for Lu Wang to keep an eye on things for you in the Heavenly Court."

"With me here, there’s no need to worry." Feng Fuce reached out and gently squeezed Zhi’er’s fingertips to reassure her.

Zhi’er nodded lightly.

The carriage just happened to arrive at Prince Kang’s Mansion.

Zhi’er and Feng Fuce entered and went to the main courtyard to visit the Princess Consort Kang.

Upon learning of their intentions, the Princess Consort Kang was a bit surprised.

She waved her hand repeatedly, "A place like that, I can’t go."

Zhi’er immediately took her arm.

"Aunt, what’s there to fear? Since the Nanfeng Pavilion is open, doesn’t that mean women are allowed to go?"

"Furthermore, it’s not as dirty as you think. I’ve heard that the male prostitutes there are all very talented in arts and music!"

Feng Fuce stood beside Zhi’er, raising an eyebrow.

Who did she inquire about such things with?

The Princess Consort Kang looked embarrassed, "Still, no, going there would certainly lead to criticism of being inappropriate."

Zhi’er put her hands on her hips, "You’re a relative of Princess Cuicuo, who would dare say anything about you! Brother Ce will set them straight!"

Feng Fuce nodded along with the girl’s words, "Yes."

Zhi’er again tugged on the Princess Consort Kang’s hand, swaying it back and forth.

"Besides, I’ve heard that all the wealthy and leisurely ladies go there. Aren’t you curious, Aunt?"

The Princess Consort Kang hesitated, "Well..."

Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, "If you don’t go, Aunt, I’ll have to go by myself. What if someone bullies me then?"

Feng Fuce was just about to remind her that he was there.

Zhi’er gave him a look.

So, with the words on the tip of his tongue, Feng Fuce pressed his lips together and held back.

The Princess Consort Kang, perhaps worried about Zhi’er causing trouble alone, finally nodded, "Alright then, we can go, but we’ll have to come back early and not stay there long."

Zhi’er beamed, "No problem!"