The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 718 - 718: Wash the Child's Feet

Chapter 718 - 718: Wash the Child’s Feet

Chapter 718: Wash the Child’s Feet

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ever since Ye Siming and Censor Zhang brought the troops over…

The soldiers sent by Cabinet Elder Liu to take the opportunity to cause trouble were all arrested!

After a careful interrogation, they realized that Cabinet Elder Liu had disobeyed Gu Yihan’s imperial edict and stubbornly believed that if these people weren’t burned to death, the epidemic would continue to spread!

He wanted to secretly arrange for soldiers to take another mountain path to this place and burn down the villages.

When the time came, he would frame Ye Siming and Censor Zhang.

He would say that they were complying on the surface but actually disobeying orders.

Cabinet Elder Liu had a good plan.

It was a pity that things he didn’t expect happened.

The little princess, Gu Nuo’er, also went and happened to b.u.mp into his soldiers.

With Ye Siming around, the various villages were divided into patient residences and non-patient residences according to his arrangements. At night, in a clean house, the bean-sized lights burned with crackling sounds.

This house was in Ning’an Village and had been tidied up at the last minute for Marquis Yongye to live in.

Censor Zhang knocked on the door. “Marquis, are you asleep? I have something to discuss with you.”

“Come in.” The youth’s cold voice sounded from inside.

Censor Zhang pushed open the door and was slightly stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

Marquis Yongye, who had killed decisively in the day, was was.h.i.+ng Gu Nuo’er’s feet like a considerate attendant.

Gu Nuo’er had just eaten a pheasant that Ye Siming had caught from the mountain.

At this moment, she was lying on the bed and feeling sleepy.

There was also the fragrance of roasted pheasant in the room.

It made one’s stomach growl.

Censor Zhang’s stomach made a sound without giving him any face.

Ye Siming looked sideways and seemed to have a slight sneer on his face. “There’s still a drumstick on the table. Lord Zhang, why don’t you enjoy it?”

Censor Zhang waved his hand repeatedly. “No need, no need.” His gaze proficiently landed on the little princess’s face.

When he had just found out that the little princess was also here…

He was shocked and afraid.

His Majesty’s only beloved daughter was in a dangerous place filled with plague.

If anything happened, they wouldn’t be able to bear the responsibility!

If anything happened to the little princess, His Majesty would kill everyone who came on this trip!

Therefore, Censor Zhang immediately wanted to send Gu Nuo’er back to the capital.

However, the child wheezed and refused to leave. She hugged Ye Siming’s arm, unwilling to leave.

In the end, she even pouted and prepared to cry.

Ye Siming naturally didn’t want her to cry.

Therefore, he said to Censor Zhang, “She’ll follow me for the next few days. I’ll protect her well. If anything happens, I’ll bear the responsibility. Lord Zhang, don’t worry.”

How could he be at ease?

This was the Great Qi’s only princess!

In the end, Censor Zhang couldn’t dissuade Ye Siming and Gu Nuo’er and had no choice but to give up.

However, he never expected that Marquis Yongye would serve the princess so well.

He even personally washed her feet.

Seeing Censor Zhangs gaze sweep over, Ye Siming took the handkerchief at the side and wrapped it around Gu Nuo’er’s small feet.

Then, he straightened her body, grabbed a pillow for her to lie on, and covered her with a small blanket.

Gu Nuo’er was so sleepy that she narrowed her eyes. She hugged the blanket and naturally shrank in.

Her small body lifted the blanket into an arc that looked like a small hill.

“Marquis…” Censor Zhang watched as Ye Siming lowered the bed curtain and was about to speak.

Ye Siming waved his hand and pointed out the door. “Let’s talk outside.” The two of them stood outside the door.

At this moment, the mountain wind whistled and the night rain pattered.

It was so cold that Censor Zhang s.h.i.+vered.

On the other hand, Ye Siming was wearing a thin brocade fur coat and his expression was as cold as white jade.

It didn’t look like he felt cold at all..