OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 932: Can I Turn Back?

Zhi’er slept until dawn.

She hadn’t woken up when she felt a cold hand gently patting her face.

"Get up, the villagers just went down the mountain."

It was Feng Fuce’s voice.

Zhi’er immediately opened her eyes.

She quickly sat up, rubbing her eyes while using her fair little feet to reach for her shoes.

"What hour is it?"

"Chen hour." Feng Fuce said, bending over to pick up her shoes and place them by her feet.

Zhi’er hurriedly dressed.

Feng Fuce glanced at her and then tactfully turned his back.

Zhi’er was too rushed; her hair got tangled in the bead hairpin.

She exclaimed softly, "Oh no."

Feng Fuce slightly tilted his head, "What’s wrong?"

"My hair is caught in the Beaded Flower."

"Shall I help you?" He first asked for her opinion.

Zhi’er nodded, and Feng Fuce then turned around.

By then, she had already dressed; only the collar’s buttons weren’t fastened.

Beneath the slender, fair swan neck was a delicate, beautiful collarbone.

With distinct joints, Feng Fuce’s fingertips first helped her fasten the buttons.

Then, he proceeded to untangle her bead hairpin.

The sunlight streamed in, and his deep, dark eyes were filled with patience as he tidied her black hair.

It was done in no time.

Feng Fuce took her hand, "You go to Mo Yanchi’s place; I’ve just ordered breakfast sent to his room."

Zhi’er glanced at the opposite room; her two brothers were still sound asleep.

The girl was somewhat surprised, "Aren’t we in a hurry to catch Village Chief Huang Buren and the others?"

Feng Fuce’s cool voice was calm and collected, "No rush. They’ve carried quite a few boxes down the mountain; I guess they’re offerings."

"For a ritual, they still need to do some preparation. If we rush over now, we won’t catch anything. Let’s wait until they’ve laid everything out and then go."

"You go eat, I’ll wake your brothers."

Zhi’er saw that he had arranged everything, so she had no objections.

She went to Mo Yanchi’s room, where several classmates were already lined up waiting for eggs and porridge.

Fang Wushen saw Zhi’er and quickly waved.

"Zhi’er, come line up here. I’m almost up!"

Zhi’er blinked her long eyelashes, "Never mind, I’ll line up from the back, it won’t take long."

The classmate behind Fang Wushen said, "Exactly, even the Princess doesn’t want to cut in line, how can Young Master Fang break the rules."

Fang Wushen frowned at him, "Don’t talk too much."

"Zhi’er," Fang Wushen called again, "Why don’t you come here, I’ll line up again; I’m not hungry anyway."

"Really, it’s fine!" Zhi’er shook her head.

At this moment, Mo Yanchi saw Zhi’er arrive and quickly called out, "Little apprentice, come, Master has saved porridge and eggs for you, come and get them."

Only then did Zhi’er go over.

Mo Yanchi took an egg out of his pocket and handed it over, "It’s still warm. If it’s not enough, just tell Master, and Master will get you more."

Zhi’er sweetly said, "Thank you, Master, it’s enough."

She thought for a moment and asked, "I don’t want porridge. Can I have another egg?"

"No problem!" Mo Yanchi agreed decisively.

The little apprentice can have as much as she wants!

Zhi’er wrapped the two boiled eggs in a handkerchief and planned to give one to Feng Fuce.

However, at that moment, she saw a female classmate rushing over.

She recognized this girl, who had a great relationship with Ge Qian, and her surname was Tao.

She heard her shout anxiously, "Master, it’s bad! Ge Qian is missing! She hasn’t returned all night!"