OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess Chapter 804: Maybe You Were His Ancestor in a Past Life

Zhi’er lifted her small head and said confidently, "It doesn’t hurt."

It wasn’t really painful, but she kept drooling.

After speaking, the little one made a "hiss hiss" sound twice.

Feng Fuce sneered, "Stubborn."

He thought for a mont and suggested, "How about this, after the banquet ends, if you’re willing to take the dicine pill, I’ll take you to set off fireworks."

"Set off fireworks?" Zhi’er’s eyes imdiately sparkled, "Really?"

Feng Fuce’s dark eyes remained calm, as he raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Have I ever lied to you?"

Zhi’er extended her small hand to make a pinky promise, "It’s a deal! I’ll take it now, and after the banquet, Brother Fu Ce must take to set off fireworks!"

With that, the little one rummaged through her waist pouch and finally found the small packet of dicine Feng Fuce gave her.

She took one out and stuffed it into her mouth, and imdiately found it unbearably bitter!

The features on her little face almost scrunched together.

"So~ bitter~" she couldn’t help but shiver, her voice quivering.

Since coming to the mortal world, Zhi’er had only eaten delicacies or gourt food.

Even plain roasted sweet potatoes were tastier; she had never tasted such bitter dicine before.

She imdiately wanted to spit it out.

Feng Fuce frowned and quickly pinched her two little cheeks.

"Swallow it, don’t spit it out," the young man said domineeringly.

Zhi’er couldn’t spit it out and had to swallow it aggrievedly.

The little one was brought to tears by the bitterness.

Feng Fuce released her, watching Zhi’er wipe her tears away with the back of her hand, like a little cat washing its face.

"I’ve paid such a high price just to see your fireworks. If the fireworks tonight aren’t spectacular, this Princess won’t let you off easily!"

Feng Fuce was amused by her childish tone.

Such a delicate little person, yet she could make threats.

Adorable.

Feng Fuce nodded and smiled, "I’ll try not to disappoint you. Co on, I’ll accompany you into the hall."

Zhi’er had just extended her small hand for him to hold.

Out of the corner of her eye, the little one noticed a sowhat familiar figure walking towards them.

"Eh?" Zhi’er blinked her long lashes twice.

Feng Fuce followed her gaze.

It turned out to be Duke Pingguo.

His family had been invited to the banquet, and he was just stopped by an acquaintance, engaged in friendly banter.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow, "Do you know him?"

Zhi’er’s bright eyes were lively and clear, "He is Duke Pingguo, right?"

Feng Fuce affird with a nod.

Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, "I dread about him."

"Dream?" Feng Fuce was puzzled.

The little one said, "I had two very strange dreams. I was sitting on top of many ancestral tablets at his ho, and he was always chanting sothing."

Feng Fuce squinted, "Really? That is indeed peculiar."

His gaze was also fixed on Duke Pingguo.

"I heard that Duke Pingguo is a filial son and deeply believes in mystical fate. People say that when his family faces major events, he would go to the ancestral hall to seek guidance from his ancestors before making decisions."

Then, Feng Fuce jokingly teased, "Perhaps in your past life, you were a family relative or even an ancestor of his family."

Zhi’er snorted, "He doesn’t have such a cute little ancestor like Zhi’er!"

Duke Pingguo felt the gaze of two eyes on him.

He turned his head and saw Feng Fuce and the Princess standing together, their relationship intimate, both looking at him.

Duke Pingguo cupped his hands in a distant salute, then withdrew his gaze.

Soon, all the invited ministers arrived at the banquet.

Zhi’er sat at the highest position, following Bai Xilie.

Bai Xilie specially had the Imperial Affairs Bureau craft a small Dragon Chair for his daughter to sit, placed right next to his Dragon Chair.