The Tyrant Father’s Pampered Daughter Chapter 593 - Chapter 593 The Most Correct Decision I Made In My

Chapter 593 - Chapter 593 The Most Correct Decision I Made In My

Chapter 593 The Most Correct Decision I Made In My
Life
Tell her father? Wouldn’t that be complaining to the emperor?!
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Wen Fuling hurriedly explained, “Your Highness, this commoner doesn’t know how to speak and has made you angry. Your Highness, please calm down. This commoner hasn’t studied much and doesn’t know the rules. Please forgive our family this once on account of this commoner’s pitiful life.”
Gu Nuo’er tilted her head, her eyes watery. “I’m not related to you, so why should I pity you for having a bad life? Auntie Bai is your older sister. She only cares about you because she’s kind-hearted, but I don’t know you. Who cares if your life is tough or if you have a bad heart?”
Wen Fuling’s ability to quibble was useless after meeting Gu Nuo’er.
She had no idea how to coax this difficult little princess!
She was only five years old but spoke like a little adult.
Gu Nuo’er didn’t really want to do anything to them.
Her father had taught her to give a vague attitude to officials she didn’t like.
First, she should let them feel that she didn’t have a temper or wasn’t prepared to lose her temper.
When the other party revealed their true colors, they could then suddenly give the person a few tight slaps.
She could even threaten the person’s life.
Let the person tremble in fear, leaving behind an indelible trauma.
As long as she could control this mentality, if she sees the same person in the future, the latter would only tremble and submit.
Gu Nuo’er had learned many of her father’s methods.
She didn’t think of having Wen Fuling’s family submit to her.
The child only planned to teach them a lesson.
This was just the beginning. It wasn’t over yet!
Gu Nuo’er saw that Wen Fuling only cared about trembling and Wen Zheng didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.
She pouted. “Why aren’t you guys leaving? Do you want this princess to use a rod to invite you out?”
Wen Fuling instantly picked up Lian Ji and almost knocked over the stool behind her.
“This commoner will leave now! Your Highness, please be appeased!”
As she spoke, she and Lian Ji left in a hurry, as if fleeing.
Wen Zheng looked at the spread of delicacies and felt a little reluctant to leave.
He hadn’t had his fill yet…
However, just as he looked up at Gu Nuo’er, he saw the child raise her cute eyebrows, her big black pearl-like eyes filled with oppression.
Wen Zheng quickly fled.
After they left, Bai Yi couldn’t help but say, “Although Your Highness is young, you can distinguish right from wrong. This subject admires you! Her Highness, this subject must toast you!”
He poured a cup of wine and stood up.
Ye Siming frowned. “She doesn’t drink.”
Bai Yi seemed to come to a realization. “Your Highness doesn’t have to drink, I’ll drink!”
Gu Nuo’er’s small hand quietly touched Ye Siming’s wine cup. “Actually, I can take a small sip…”
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Before she could touch the cup, Ye Siming grabbed her fingertips.
She looked up. The wolf youth’s narrow eyes revealed a clear warning.
Gu Nuo’er could only silently lean in his arms and give up on drinking.
Boohoo, the big wolfie is bullying a child.
Madam Bai saw that Bai Yi was very happy and chugged down a vat of wine.
She quickly dissuaded him. “Alright, you’ve drunk so much. If you get drunk later, we won’t be able to carry you!”
Bai Yi chuckled foolishly, his face had turned red from drinking.
He was a general and wasn’t good with words. When he saw his wife being bullied, he felt anxious.
The little princess didn’t give Wen Fuling and the others a chance just now. Whenever they tried to bully Madam Bai, the little princess would retort them one by one.
Therefore, Bai Yi was happy!
Later on, he did indeed get drunk.
Gu Nuo’er asked Ye Siming to carry Bai Yi back to his room first.
Bai Yi placed his hand on Ye Siming’s shoulder and said drunkenly, “Let me tell you, the best thing I’ve done in my life is to take you in as my adopted son. Burp…”
He burped right into Ye Siming’s face.
Ye Siming closed his eyes impatiently.
He really felt like killing.
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