OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess
Chapter 201: The audacity of that scoundrel to offend the Princess, he deserves to die, deserves to die!

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: The audacity of that scoundrel to offend the Princess, he deserves to die, deserves to die!

Fang Qian closed his eyes briefly.

"Youzhen, if it were you, would you not save your mother?"

This question momentarily left Fang Youzhen stunned.

Her mother had fallen ill and passed away when she was very young.

For so many years, Fang Youzhen had grown up under her grandmother’s care.

She also wanted to save her grandmother’s life.

But...

Fang Youzhen bit her lip, seemingly feeling her father’s dilemma.

"Father, the Goddess said she would return with the token, won’t you wait a little longer?"

"Once she has the token, she can dissolve Mingyang Academy without having to answer to anyone."

"By then, all the unrighteous students and atmosphere in the academy can be swept away!"

Fang Qian was anxious: "I know too, but it’s been so many years, and the Goddess still hasn’t appeared. Youzhen, I can wait, but your grandmother can’t wait any longer!"

"If betraying the Goddess can save your grandmother’s life, no matter what retribution awaits, I will accept it."

"As a father and a son, I won’t evade the responsibilities I should bear." As he spoke, his eyes reddened, fatigue enveloping his face.

Fang Youzhen gritted her teeth: "Is it the Wang Family? I’ll go ask Wang Xuanwen to lend us their ginseng, then write an IOU, no matter how much it costs, I’ll slowly repay him!"

Eldest Young Master Wang, Wang Xuanwen, was her arranged childhood marriage partner.

Fang Qian grabbed her wrist and scolded angrily: "You’re not allowed to go!"

"Not to mention that the Wang Family has already said, those ginsengs are precious, they’re not willing to sell them for money, they only want to trade!"

"Even if you went, if you owed the Wang Family a favor, how would you break off the engagement later?"

"Don’t you despise that Eldest Young Master Wang the most? Just wait two more years, and I’ll help you annul the engagement!"

Fang Youzhen’s crescent eyebrows furrowed sharply.

If it wasn’t for her grandfather’s impulsiveness in setting this child marriage.

She wouldn’t have any entanglement with the Wang Family.

Fang Qian did not want to discuss the matter any further, he waved his hand: "You go back, Father wants to be alone for a while."

Fang Youzhen intended to speak a few words for Bai Zhi’er.

But seeing her own family in such distress, she decided against it.

...

The night was pitch dark.

Within the Xiuluo Guard, the air was thick with the smell of blood.

Minister of War Meng Chang sat uneasily in a chair covered with tiger skin.

He looked at Feng Fuce, who was sitting across the table.

Slim and tall, sitting as straight as bamboo, yet his demeanor was as cold as the winter outside.

Under his long eyebrows that reached his temples were a pair of piercing eyes that seemed to see through everything.

A person wearing a Ghost mask approached and placed a teacup in front of Meng Chang.

"Lord Meng, please have some tea," Feng Fuce said lightly.

Meng Chang, visiting for the first time, was startled by the fangs on the Ghost mask.

He nodded repeatedly.

The tea was quickly tasted and set down.

It seemed to carry a scent of blood, Meng Shangshu frowned nervously.

He said, "I actually came this time to apologize to the Marquis."

"Previously, I thought my uncle was unjustly killed by the Marquis, and I felt indignant."

"But after investigating, I realized I was rash, that scoundrel indeed offended the Princess, he deserved death, deserved death!"

After Meng Chang finished speaking, the servant beside him handed over a brocade box.

Inside was a pair of yin and yang jade pendants.

One white, one black, together forming a circle.

"The Marquis has faced life and death for the Emperor, tirelessly working outside, what matters most is peace. This Peace Jade is a small token of my regard, please, Marquis, accept it."

Feng Fuce merely glanced at the items in the box.

Then he turned his gaze away without expression.

He didn’t like it.

Minister Meng could tell, and he felt a bit embarrassed.

"The Marquis does not like gold and silver, my little trinkets do not catch your eye."

"However, it is something I specifically sought to buy, unique in the world, fitting for someone of the Marquis’s stature."