OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 165: Cursed Words, Immediate Rebound

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Chapter 165: Chapter 165: Cursed Words, Immediate Rebound

In Prince Kang’s eyes, there was nothing but cold disdain.

"This prince loves beauties, which is known to all."

"Except for the words spoken to the Princess Consort, everything I say to others is mere pretense! Not a single word is true."

"You dare not quickly confess your crimes, yet you dare discuss matters of love with this prince."

"Are you worthy!" he reprimanded harshly, with utmost severity.

Even Zhi’er trembled slightly with her small body.

Second Aunt’s expression, initially filled with resentment, gradually turned into a bitter smile, then into a frantic wretchedness!

"I am a spy, but I am a spy who fell in love."

"Otherwise, when Lixiang was still around, the prince would have been poisoned to death long ago!"

"Unfortunately, I actually believed your nonsense. I thought that without the Princess Consort, I would be the one who stayed by the prince’s side the longest."

"I should have poisoned you, should have poisoned you!" her tone suddenly turned sharp, as if she had gone mad!

Second Aunt suddenly pulled out a golden hairpin from her head!

She pounced fiercely towards Princess Consort Kang!

The house servants let out exclamations.

Zhi’er stretched out her small hand: "Third Aunt!"

However, before she could use her small body to protect Princess Consort Kang.

Another chubby little arm was grabbed by someone, pulling her back a few steps.

She turned back and saw Feng Fuce standing right beside her.

"Your small body, how many times do you think you could take a stab?" Feng Fuce said with dark, narrow eyes: "Stay here."

Zhi’er puffed up her cheeks in defiance!

Did he not look down on the little treasure number four number four!

But in that blink of an eye, Prince Kang had already dashed in front of Princess Consort Kang.

Reacting even faster than their few sons.

Princess Consort Kang let out a startled cry, immediately embraced by her husband.

Prince Kang fixed his eyes on Second Aunt, looking as if he was ready to take harm for his wife.

Yet, before Second Aunt could reach them, Bai Yaoyu kicked her away to the side.

Seeing Second Aunt’s falling posture, Feng Fuce frowned: "It’s over."

Zhi’er raised her head, blinking her big eyes: "What’s over?"

"The person is gone." he said calmly, then sighed, helplessly closing his eyes.

By this time, the house servants had already rushed forward and pinned down Second Aunt.

When they turned her over, they found the golden hairpin in her hand had already pierced her own neck.

Blood flowed profusely.

Everyone was startled.

Princess Consort Kang, still shaken: "Physician He, quickly take a look!"

Prince Kang was anxious: "What’s there to look at? Let this madwoman die!"

Princess Consort Kang slapped his shoulder.

"How can we question where her secret poison came from, or who instructed her if she’s dead! You blockhead, if you don’t find out clearly, how will you know who’s trying to harm us!"

Prince Kang scratched his head: "Madam is right. Physician He! Quick, check on her, don’t let her die."

Physician He hurried inside to fetch the medicine box.

However, Second Aunt’s blood flowed like water, more and more.

Staining the clothes on her shoulders completely through.

Physician He frantically sprinkled medicinal powder on her to stop the bleeding.

But the blood vessels in her neck were wounded, there was no cure!

"Bai Nanjing, you won’t die a good death..." Second Aunt’s voice was weak, eyes bloodshot, uttering the most vicious curse.

Zhi’er was originally very frightened by a person bleeding so much.

She had already covered her big eyes.

Upon hearing this, she immediately withdrew her small hands, jumping up and sweetly shouting: "Rebound!"

It would have been better if she hadn’t said it.

As soon as she finished, Second Aunt stopped breathing.

Staring up at the sky, she died completely in a pool of blood.

The scene fittingly matched her words—

Not dying a good death.