OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess
Chapter 204: Not Behaving, Not Feeding Him First

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Not Behaving, Not Feeding Him First

Historian Wang hurriedly stepped forward, excitedly saying: "Your Highness the Princess, I sincerely wish to apologize. Please have a look, and if there is anything unsatisfactory, I will definitely make amendments!"

Bai Zhi’er shook her little head, sighing in a childish voice.

"It’s time for court now, and you’re about to be late. If you don’t go, you’ll get a beating from Father!"

"Let’s talk about this matter later!"

With that, the little one beckoned to Qingmei.

Qingmei understood and bid farewell to Historian Wang before returning to the carriage.

The Imperial Guard responsible for driving the carriage cracked the whip, the horses neighed, scaring Historian Wang to the side of the palace road.

He watched as the carriage gradually left.

Historian Wang sighed.

When will he be able to resolve this grudge with the Princess?

Although Her Highness the Princess is young, she is quick-witted and discerning.

She makes one want to be close and converse with her.

Historian Wang put the Xuan paper back in his sleeve.

Suddenly!

He realized that almost no other officials were around.

That’s when he remembered, Bai Zhi’er was right about him being late!

Historian Wang held his official hat with one hand and dashed forward!

The Emperor’s beatings are real!

...

Bai Zhi’er’s carriage did not first go to Prince Kang’s Mansion.

Instead, it detoured to the nearest neighborhood.

Bai Zhi’er, in the pastry shop, stood on tiptoes, pointing at the pastries on the counter—

"This one, that one, and those three over there, wrap them all up."

Qingmei watched from the side, bending over to whisper, "Your Highness the Princess, can you finish all that?"

Bai Zhi’er’s pink little face exuded liveliness and playfulness.

"One is for the Third Aunt, another is for sharing with the brothers, and there’s also a portion for Little Uncle. The rest are for me alone!"

Qingmei was momentarily stunned, then laughed: "What about the share for Prince Kang?"

Bai Zhi’er puffed her cheeks, grumbling like a little adult: "Third Uncle wasn’t behaving, so he won’t get any for now."

After the master and servant left the shop,

Bai Zhi’er’s sparkling eyes turned and she saw, in the distance, two familiar figures entering a medicine shop.

Oh? It’s unexpectedly Sister Youzhen and Brother Wuxi of the Fang family.

Bai Zhi’er quickly instructed Qingmei to carry the items back to the carriage to wait for her.

"I’m going to greet my friends!"

Bai Zhi’er dashed into the medicine shop.

Just in time to hear Fang Youzhen asking: "Are there only these types of ginseng? No hundred-year-old ones?"

The shopkeeper regretfully shook his head.

"Eldest Miss Fang, we have been old acquaintances for many years. Your family’s medicinal herbs have always been supplied by my shop."

"Hence, I won’t hide anything from you. The shop truly does not have hundred-year-old ginseng."

"First, because of the market’s high prices, even if I buy them, the big families wouldn’t purchase from this shop."

"Secondly, the Wang Family has a private garden, specializing in collecting these hundred-year-old ginseng, and those with power and influence all seek them out."

"That’s why my shop truly has none, I sincerely apologize."

Fang Wushen sighed beside them.

The two turned to leave.

Fang Wushen said: "Sister, what should we do, this is the last medicine shop on this street, we’ve asked at all the previous ones, and none have hundred-year-old ginseng!"

Saying this, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth in resentment.

"That Wang Family is obviously plotting against Mingyang Academy, wanting to monopolize it for themselves."

"When others purchase, their family is willing to sell, but when it comes to our family, it turns into a demand for a land deed exchange!"

Fang Youzhen’s crescent brows furrowed, her gaze swept elsewhere, her expression complex.

"Taking advantage of others’ difficulties and hitting them when they’re down, that’s their family’s nature, not surprising."

Her words had just fallen when a small figure jumped out from the side.

"Sister Youzhen, Brother Wuxi!" Bai Zhi’er wore a small handkerchief on her face, her lively brows arched in a smile.