OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 592: I Sincerely Beg You—Hold My Hand
When Lei Hu said this, the shock and anger in Bai Yaoyu’s eyes calmed a little.
He furrowed his brows, "When will Marquis Wan change his personality of leaving without saying a word!"
For those who know, he is sending the Princess back.
For those who don’t, they’d think he’s kidnapping Bai Zhi’er!
He ran so fast.
At this moment, Fang Youzhen walked over, "Third Young Master, you have an injury on your hand, you’d better go back and get treated quickly."
Bai Yaoyu nodded slightly, "What about you?"
"I have to stay. These people almost got my father killed. There are some knife wounds I need to personally pay back on them."
"Then," Bai Yaoyu paused, "I’ll return this to you."
He handed the treasured sword back to Fang Youzhen.
Looking at the bloodstains on it, it was a testament to Bai Yaoyu’s fierce resistance just moments ago.
For some reason, Fang Youzhen felt a warmth in her heart.
She took it with a gracious smile.
"Thank you all."
"Thank us for saving General Fang?" Bai Yaoyu inquired.
Fang Youzhen’s eyes were black and resolute, "Thank you for staying by my side when I felt most helpless."
Bai Yaoyu was taken aback.
An unprecedented feeling arose within him, one he couldn’t put into words.
After a while, he nodded, "You’re welcome."
Bai Yaoyu wanted to say something more, but Fang Youzhen had already turned around to join Lei Hu and the others in dealing with the remaining Jianghu assassins.
His parted lips closed silently, forming a tight line.
Meanwhile, at this very moment, Feng Fuce’s fast horse was already galloping swiftly along the mountain road.
Feng Fuce could feel that the little one in his arms was challenging him.
For instance, when he thought the wind was too strong, he’d lift his cloak to wrap it around Bai Zhi’er.
Who knew, the little one would fling his cloak aside, puffing up her cheeks to face the wind!
The two chubby cheeks became ice-cold from the blowing wind!
And then, fearing she might fall due to the horse’s speed, Feng Fuce reached out to protect her.
But Bai Zhi’er pushed his hand away.
She would rather cling to the horse’s mane than let him hold her.
Feng Fuce gradually slowed the horse down, eventually refraining from using the whip, letting the horse walk slowly along the mountain road, bathed in moonlight.
Bai Zhi’er turned her head, angrily asking, "You big villain, when exactly are you going to send me home?"
Feng Fuce looked down at her, "When you’re willing to talk to me, we’ll go."
The little one folded her arms, pouting, "I’m talking now, can we go now!?"
Feng Fuce extended his left hand to her, "Hold on."
Bai Zhi’er’s bright eyes were full of defiance as she pouted, "Why should I!"
"Because I’m afraid you’ll fall," Feng Fuce responded calmly.
Bai Zhi’er, in her cute, fierce voice, retorted, "You think I’ll hold just because you tell me to, like I’m a little kid of three! I won’t, unless you sincerely beg."
"Fine, I sincerely beg," Feng Fuce replied in a tone as indifferent as if he were discussing what to eat today.
Bai Zhi’er scratched her little nose, "Why does that sound so strange..."
She put her hands on her hips, "It doesn’t sound right! What are you begging for!"
Feng Fuce always appeared cold and indifferent, as if lacking emotions.
Yet here he was, patiently playing this game of lowering himself with the little one.
For a moment, Feng Fuce found the situation absurd.
But thinking it was just for good fortune, he found it bearable.
"I sincerely beg you to hold my hand, so you don’t fall," Feng Fuce said in a clear, cool voice.
