OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 942: She Deserves His Protection

Feng Fuce nodded slightly, "To enforce the Heavenly Dao, to protect the common people, correct?"

"Then," he raised the letter with his slender fingers, "the missing girl in this letter, would she not count as part of the people you are meant to protect?"

"If you decide not to act merely because the merit isn’t sufficient, wouldn’t such a path of the Heavenly Dao betray your original intent?"

Zhi’er was suddenly taken aback.

She widened her beautiful eyes.

Feng Fuce’s words were like clear snowmelt flowing through the depths of her heart.

He was indeed right...

These years, in her quest to fulfill her mother’s wishes, she had fiercely pursued matters of merit.

Over time, she had come to only want to help those who could bring her great merit.

But Zhi’er nearly overlooked that these people are all ones she should protect, without differences in merit. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Seeing her silent for so long, Feng Fuce turned around and said, "I’ll go have Guoguo decline this task."

However, the next moment, Zhi’er hooked his finger.

Zhi’er said, "I’ll take it, regardless of merit, I want to help this couple find their daughter!"

Feng Fuce did not turn around, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Feng Fuce glanced sideways and said, "Very well, I’ll have someone investigate the whereabouts of this missing girl, and once we have news, we will set off immediately."

"Are you hungry? I’ll take you to get something to eat."

He then firmly held Zhi’er’s hand, and the two naturally walked out hand in hand.

Zhi’er’s gentle voice came, "Brother Ce, I’m so glad you reminded me, or I would have been driven by greed."

A faint smile spread across Feng Fuce’s light eyebrows.

"It’s alright, with me here, I will think things through for you in the future."

Whenever his Little Demon Pet wandered astray, he would help her find the right path.

She was worthy of his care.

Zhi’er looked up with a bright smile, "You’re so good to me, Fuce!"

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Not calling me brother?"

"Hmm... Brother Fuce..."

Feng Fuce chuckled softly, raising a hand to tousle her hair, "Let’s go."

Chu Ping and Guoguo returned from the Imperial Affairs Bureau with a stack of files in their arms.

But they only saw the receding figures of Feng Fuce leading Zhi’er away.

"Hey! Marquis! Aren’t we going to look at this case?"

Guoguo rolled his eyes helplessly, "Don’t bother, the Princess is here, what does a case matter?"

Chu Ping sniffed enviously, "So nice, I also want to ask Xiao Mei out to play, but she always refuses me."

Guoguo sneered coldly, "It’s been almost ten years and still couldn’t win her over, I suggest you give up."

Chu Ping immediately retorted, "Impossible! I’ve already decided, in this life, it’s Xiao Mei or no one!"

Guoguo was at a loss for words.

From Marquis to subordinates, all were hopeless romantics.

...

Zhi’er had always remembered the matter of Anhe Manor, hoping to find a day to investigate it with Feng Fuce.

But that day, just as she finished her class at Mingyang Academy, she saw two scholars from Fengchao Mansion anxiously waiting at the entrance.

As soon as they saw Zhi’er, they quickly walked up to her.

"Your Highness, do you have anything planned?"

"What happened?" Zhi’er asked.

Recently she had been quite busy, so she hadn’t been keeping up with the affairs of the Wen Mansion, trusting Jun Kuang with it.

The scholar said, "Young Master Jun is ill, quite seriously. He refuses to see a doctor, and we’re worried for his safety, so we came to consult with Your Highness."

Zhi’er was taken aback, immediately angered, "Just because he said no doctor, you really didn’t call one? Hurry and get a doctor to the Wen Mansion, I’ll go see him."