OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 952: No Immortal—Just an Evil Spirit
The irritable Prince Kang Dynasty looked at Feng Fuce.
"Marquis Wan, what do you mean, could it be that Fanghua’s husband is a ghost?"
Feng Fuce’s face was cool and jade-like, calm and composed.
He pulled Bai Zhi’er to sit on a chair beside him.
"I didn’t say her husband is a ghost." Feng Fuce slowly poured a cup of tea, giving it to Bai Zhi’er first.
"It’s just that some people think what they see is real, and mistakenly believe it was an immortal’s guidance, which is truly laughable."
Prince Kang was confused.
He became anxious: "Marquis Wan, if you have something to say, just say it, otherwise, I don’t understand what you mean at all."
"Could it be that Fanghua’s husband is deceiving people? Has he never seen Jile City at all?"
Fanghua quickly said, "But he really did earn a large sum of silver by following an immortal’s guidance."
Feng Fuce lightly flicked his robe, a faint sneer appearing.
"Perhaps you haven’t heard, some evil spirits like to transform into immortals to trick mortals into trusting them."
"Little do they know, there aren’t that many immortal guides in this world, there are more evil spirits disguised only to facilitate their own plans."
Prince Kang and Fanghua were still at a loss.
But Bai Zhi’er understood.
"Brother Fu Ce means that the one guiding Fanghua’s husband wasn’t an immortal, but an evil spirit in disguise? Then this so-called Jile City isn’t a good place at all!"
Feng Fuce nodded, his expression much kinder towards Bai Zhi’er.
To speak of intelligence, everyone in this room couldn’t match even a finger of his Little Demon Pet.
Prince Kang muttered, "Impossible, what Marquis Wan said might not be true, on what basis does the Marquis say that Jile City is a place inhabited by demons and ghosts?"
Feng Fuce glanced at him, not answering.
He simply picked up his teacup and chuckled meaningfully.
Prince Kang didn’t understand, but Bai Zhi’er clearly knew why. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
She was just about to take Prince Kang away.
When suddenly a noisy commotion came from the door.
"Meiyu! Give me ten taels of silver again, pay for my drinks, hurry up!"
Fanghua’s face changed: "My husband is here."
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "He came just in time."
He looked at Prince Kang: "Didn’t the Prince not believe my words? I’ll let him prove it to you."
As he spoke, Feng Fuce signaled to Chu Ping.
Chu Ping immediately opened the door.
A bearded, somewhat slovenly man had already walked into the courtyard.
His aggressive demeanor turned into a sly, teasing smile when he saw Chu Ping.
"Oh, Fanghua, you thought you only served Prince Kang, how come there’s another noble today?"
"They must have given you a lot of rewards, today you must give me more."
Chu Ping listened, his anger rising straight away.
He grabbed the man’s shoulder with one hand: "You worthless thing, get in here!"
Chu Ping was quite skilled to begin with.
He grabbed the man and dragged him directly into the house, throwing him harshly on the floor.
Like tossing a piece of garbage.
"Ouch!" The man’s face hit the ground, grimacing in pain.
The door closed behind him.
The man got up, cursing: "You dare throw me, you..."
He didn’t finish his sentence. Upon seeing the room full of people, he was dumbfounded.
"Are you all... my wife’s patrons?" His astonished eyes took a look at Feng Fuce, then glanced at Bai Zhi’er.
Chu Ping came up from behind, pressing his foot on the man’s head.
The man yelped, forced to the ground.
Chu Ping said coldly, "Behave yourself, answer every question, or your head will be cut off tonight to be hung under the eaves like a lantern!"
