OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 146: The Overbearing Nature of the Great Demon Venerate Beyond Your Imagination
Chapter 146: Chapter 146: The Overbearing Nature of the Great Demon Venerate Beyond Your Imagination
Chu Ping helped out with lifting.
He carried Xu Lianzhou to the side pavilion in Bai Yaoyu’s courtyard.
Feng Fuce did not follow; he said to Zhi’er, "I’ll wait for you in the carriage."
After speaking, he leaned back and closed his eyes to rest.
Once the lights inside the house were lit.
In the clearer illumination, everyone saw Xu Lianzhou’s injuries and couldn’t help but gasp.
His whole body had not a single piece of good flesh left.
Besides the tendons and bones being broken, even his right hand seemed to be useless.
Tears welled up immediately in Zhi’er’s big eyes.
"Little Uncle..." She leaned against the bed, holding Xu Lianzhou’s fingers with her small hand.
Mother said, Little Uncle was skilled both literarily and martially.
He was once a talent who won over all Martial Arts Masters!
He could command those reputable sects!
If he stomped his foot, the Jianghu would be engulfed in storms and blood!
Such an elegant person, reduced to this state.
Zhi’er’s tears fell in a stream.
Xu Lianzhou had been enduring the pain all the way.
Seeing Zhi’er cry, he quickly consoled her, "Zhi’er, don’t cry. These injuries are minor. I have suffered worse injuries back in my Jianghu days!"
Chu Ping, bloodstained, looked at Xu Lianzhou’s injuries and sighed, "This is much more severe. If not careful, you might never get out of bed again!"
Upon hearing this, Zhi’er’s tears fell even more fiercely.
The little girl puffed up her fair face and cried like an aggrieved little cloud.
"Oh, if only Zhi’er had found Little Uncle earlier." She rubbed her tears with her little hands, reddening her skin.
Bai Yaoyu hugged her tenderly, "Don’t cry, sister. Brother will surely find the best doctor to treat Lord Xu."
Zhi’er sniffed and nodded, then blinked through her tears and asked, "But, does Third Brother have money?"
The little girl hadn’t forgotten!
Third Brother had spent all the money before!
He even had to get her to sell potatoes for silver!
Embarrassment flashed across Bai Yaoyu’s face.
He lightly coughed, "Don’t worry, Brother hasn’t squandered money anymore. I originally saved it for you to spend later, and now it finally has a purpose."
Xu Lianzhou still retained the manners of a Jianghu person.
He wanted to muster the strength to thank Chu Ping and Bai Yaoyu for their help.
Everyone quickly urged him to lie back down.
Chu Ping said, "Lord Xu, given your condition, it’s best not to move; otherwise, it will be hard to stop the bleeding!"
"No need to thank me; our Marquis is kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see the Princess upset. It was simply convenient for me to help."
Bai Yaoyu frowned upon hearing this.
Marquis Wan is kind-hearted? Unwilling to see his sister upset?
He looked at Zhi’er and said, "Third Brother hasn’t asked yet, sister, how did you end up meeting Marquis Wan?"
The little girl’s long lashes fluttered, and her eyes, just washed by tears, were even more clear and sparkling.
"I arranged to meet Brother Fu Ce."
Brother Fu Ce...
How naturally she called him.
Bai Yaoyu felt a hint of crisis.
He was just about to tell his sister to stay away from Feng Fuce.
But Zhi’er was gazing at Xu Lianzhou and softly said, "Little Uncle, Zhi’er needs to return to the palace. I’ve been out too long, and Father will be worried."
"Tomorrow morning, Zhi’er will visit you again."
As she spoke, her small hand gently brushed Xu Lianzhou’s hand.
A faint pink glow, invisible to ordinary people, flowed from her soft fingertips and seeped into Xu Lianzhou’s flesh.
Then it spread throughout his entire body.
Xu Lianzhou noticed nothing but nodded with a smile, "Alright, Zhi’er, go home quickly."
Bai Yaoyu escorted Zhi’er back to the rear gate.
Feng Fuce’s carriage was still there indeed.
Bai Yaoyu thought for a moment and said, "Zhi’er, Marquis Wan must be quite busy; let Brother take you back to the palace."
Before the little girl could respond.
Feng Fuce’s cold voice resounded from inside the carriage—
"I’m not busy; don’t make decisions for me."
