OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 552: Chu Ping, Are You Courting Trouble?
Liu Yingnan smiled bashfully, "The Princess praises me too highly."
Guan Yue stood by with arms crossed, letting out a disdainful snort.
Bai Zhi’er heard her mutter under her breath, "Putting on airs!"
The little one pretended not to hear.
The other three young girls’ specialties were the guzheng, pipa, and painting, respectively.
Bai Zhi’er clapped her small hands, softly suggesting, "Why not do it all at once!"
"You two play together, and you listen to the music and paint~"
When Chen Yun’s guzheng played in harmony with the serene sounds of the pipa, the pavilion surroundings were instantly immersed in an ancient, melodious charm.
Bai Zhi’er leaned against the railing, closed her eyes, and gently swayed her head along with the elegant music.
She looked just like a little fairy earnestly appreciating the music.
Guan Yue, wanting to curry favor, proactively handed Bai Zhi’er a cup of tea.
Feng Fuce walked across from the lake with the Xiu Luo Envoy.
Chu Ping perked up his ears, "Marquis, listen, someone’s playing music!"
He peered into the water pavilion, and through the cascading water curtain, Chu Ping could vaguely see a few small figures.
Among them, Bai Zhi’er’s demeanor stood out even through the water curtain.
"That’s the Princess!" Chu Ping said.
Feng Fuce glanced over, "What are they doing?"
Chu Ping suddenly recalled, "The day before yesterday, I heard Xiao Mei say that the Emperor wants to find a study companion for the Princess, so these must be the companions selected by the Ministry of Rites entering the palace."
"The Princess is to choose one from among them."
At this, Chu Ping couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration.
"Marquis, look at how the Princess enjoys herself, two playing music, one painting, and another serving her tea. How leisurely!"
Feng Fuce gave him a cool glance, "She is the Princess, she should enjoy these things."
Chu Ping chuckled secretly, "You’re absolutely right!"
Feng Fuce started to walk away, leaving behind a cold command, "Privately investigate the character of these people, and then report back to me."
Chu Ping struggled to suppress his laughter, "Alright!"
As Feng Fuce walked a few steps farther, Chu Ping elbowed Lei Hu.
"The Marquis constantly focuses on the Princess, afraid she might choose an unsuitable companion and suffer later!"
Lei Hu stared straight ahead, not answering him.
Chu Ping continued to prod him, "Isn’t that right?"
Lei Hu let out a series of harsh coughs, seemingly hinting something.
Chu Ping furrowed his brows in confusion, "Your throat hurts? If you’re sick, take medicine!"
Just then, Feng Fuce’s distant voice came from ahead—
"Chu Ping, itch for trouble?"
Chu Ping turned his head to look.
Feng Fuce, who should have been far away, was actually standing just a few steps away, looking at him coldly.
Chu Ping was instantly frightened, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
He forced a smile, "The Marquis hasn’t gone far, huh? Ah! I was just joking with Lei Hu."
Feng Fuce turned to leave, throwing back some icy words, "Go back, set an example, take a beating!"
Chu Ping wanted to cry but had no tears, chasing after him, wailing, "Marquis, please don’t..."
Meanwhile, over where Bai Zhi’er was, after listening to the musical performance, she clapped her little hands rapidly.
"Well, that was really wonderful! I don’t even know how to praise you guys enough, Zhi Bao! You two are truly a match made in heaven!"
Qingmei, standing nearby, couldn’t help but lightly cough to remind her, "Your Highness, ’a match made in heaven’ isn’t meant to describe this."
Bai Zhi’er puffed up her chubby cheeks, her bright eyes shining.
She confidently said, "I know! I just wanted to say your music is so harmonious and in such perfect sync."
"Now that you know each other, in the future, you can come together in private to practice your piano skills!"
