Chapter 1366: Feng Fuce Hit Jun Kuang!
Zhi’er and Jun Kuang turned back in surprise.
They saw Feng Fuce, who somehow appeared and was already walking towards them.
His gaze seemed to burn with fiery intensity, as if it could scorch through Jun Kuang.
"Brother Fu Ce..." Zhi’er just started to speak.
Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.
The suppressed anger turned into veins bulging on his fists and the backs of his hands.
"Stop speaking these baseless words to the Princess. If you desire her again, I’ll skin you alive."
Zhi’er quickly said, "Brother Fu Ce, it’s a misunderstanding!"
However, Feng Fuce squeezed her hand tightly, signaling her not to speak.
Jun Kuang was initially shocked, but he gradually calmed down.
He said, "I didn’t lie, I’m speaking the truth."
"The princess in my dreams and I are indeed a married couple."
However, as soon as Jun Kuang’s words fell, his cheek was suddenly struck by a heavy punch from Feng Fuce.
This blow, infused with a bit of mana, sent Jun Kuang crashing to the ground, coughing up several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
Zhi’er was startled, "Brother A Kuang!"
She stepped forward to help but was grabbed and tossed onto Feng Fuce’s horse back, and then they left together.
The scene happened so suddenly that both the coachman repairing the carriage and the hidden guards stood there dumbfounded.
After being stunned for a while, the hidden guards hurriedly chased in the direction of the Princess.
The coachman quietly helped Jun Kuang up.
"Young Master Jun, are you okay?"
Jun Kuang wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth and shook his head, "I’m fine."
However, he still looked worriedly in the direction Feng Fuce and they left.
Wouldn’t Marquis Wan’s big temper hurt the Princess?
Zhi’er felt the horse’s speed was too fast, as she jolted along, her head was dizzy!
"Too fast! Let me down!" Zhi’er protested.
Feng Fuce’s brows remained cold and fierce, the anger in his eyes seemingly fueled by jealousy, burning fiercely.
"No." He replied coldly.
Zhi’er puffed out her cheeks, unconvinced, and said, "Then I’ll do it myself!"
With that, she reached out and touched the horse’s head, and in the instant mana appeared under her palm, the horse gradually slowed down.
Feng Fuce frowned, clearly dissatisfied.
He immediately picked Zhi’er up horizontally, and with a swift Qinggong move, they soared into the night sky, heading straight for his mansion.
Zhi’er huffed, "Too unreasonable! You hit someone!"
"I hit him because he was talking nonsense. Couldn’t you tell, his words were taking advantage of you!" Feng Fuce said icily.
Zhi’er disagreed with his view.
"What if it’s true? Besides, he didn’t say anything else. Sister Jiang Ying came from a thousand years in the future. If that can happen, why can’t Brother A Kuang’s story be true?"
Feng Fuce’s jawline was tight: "No means no, because he’s fixated on you."
Zhi’er kicked her legs: "You’re too overbearing, can’t anyone even say a word?"
"No!" Feng Fuce expressed his thoughts sternly.
As they spoke, they had already landed in the courtyard of his Marquis Mansion.
Feng Fuce grabbed Zhi’er’s wrist and pulled her inside the room.
Zhi’er struggled, "What are you doing! I want to return to the palace, why did you bring me home!"
Feng Fuce slammed the door shut.
"There’s too many idle people at the palace. Here, it’s quiet, convenient for me to hear your answer."
Zhi’er was puzzled, "What answer?"
Feng Fuce frowned, "I said I liked you. Before, I wasn’t in a hurry for your response, but now I want to know."