OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 937: Why Are You Two Fighting?

This statement made the Sixth Prince slightly stunned.

"Responsible?" Bai Xingye frowned, "Do you want to be the Prince Consort?"

Feng Fuce did not directly answer his question.

He simply said, "It’s time to go back, she’s been out too long, she will worry."

But the Sixth Prince refused to let him go and immediately rushed to Feng Fuce to block his way.

"No, you must make it clear! What kind of feelings do you have for my sister? She is innocent and pure, and I will not allow anyone with bad intentions to approach her!"

The Sixth Prince finished speaking and grabbed Feng Fuce’s wrist.

Feng Fuce coldly avoided.

He said indifferently, "I won’t be concerned about anyone, except Bai Zhi’er is an exception. Do you think I have bad intentions towards her?"

The Sixth Prince then pulled at his sleeve: "You think I’ll believe you just because of what you said? You are the Marquis Wan! How can I trust that your words are sincere!"

Feng Fuce was beginning to lose patience.

He waved his hand to block the Sixth Prince, but his hand grabbed again.

Within a few moves, the two began to exchange blows.

No matter how good the Sixth Prince’s skills were, he was still no match for Feng Fuce.

Feng Fuce pressed down on the Sixth Prince’s shoulder, pinning him firmly against the wall.

"If you move again, I won’t be polite, princely heir," Feng Fuce said coldly.

The Sixth Prince was gasping for breath, his teeth clenched: "I will eventually pass the training of the Death Soldiers. When I stay by my sister’s side every day, I won’t let you get your way!"

Feng Fuce chuckled: "I’ve already told you, I don’t have bad intentions towards her. My feelings are open and traceable."

At this moment, behind them came Bai Zhi’er’s innocent call—

"Sixth Brother, Brother Ce, you... What are you doing?"

Feng Fuce and Bai Xingye were both momentarily stunned.

They both glanced at their current posture.

Feng Fuce was holding Bai Xingye tightly, pinning him against the wall.

Bai Xingye’s struggling hairpin was slightly disheveled.

At the end of the corridor, the waiter was holding a plate of food, unsure whether to approach or retreat, his expression blank.

Feng Fuce quickly released the Sixth Prince.

He patted Bai Xingye’s lapels.

"The prince’s clothes were messy, I was just reminding him," Feng Fuce calmly explained.

The Sixth Prince, fearing his sister would worry, didn’t want Bai Zhi’er to know they had a conflict.

Thus, he agreed with Feng Fuce’s words: "That’s right..."

Bai Zhi’er furrowed her eyebrows, her gaze shifting back and forth to study the two of them.

"You better not be lying to me! Is the food ready? I’m hungry!"

The waiter quickly moved forward with the plate: "Ready, ready, it’s all on the table now!"

The subsequent meal turned out to be quite harmonious.

Perhaps because Bai Zhi’er was present, the Sixth Prince refrained from confronting Feng Fuce directly.

However, the two were always secretly competing.

Feng Fuce would serve Bai Zhi’er a bowl of soup, and Bai Xingye would immediately add a serving of food.

Bai Zhi’er noticed their discord, quietly consuming all the dishes.

By the time they left Xijiang Yue, they were fine, except for Bai Zhi’er, who had a full, round belly.

...

The case of the evil magic ritual uncovered by Mingyang Academy spread throughout the capital.

People praised the academy’s teacher for personally practicing and teaching students how to distinguish true evil, and also changed their views considerably on Xiuluo Guard and Marquis Wan.

After all, the only one more terrifying than the Evil Spirit is Feng Fuce.

His presence provided some comfort to the people.

Village Chief Huang Buren from Jiangdu Village and the villagers received their rightful punishment.

According to the village chief’s description, the streets and alleys in the capital were plastered with wanted posters.