CH 585

585: Where is Little Bun?

Feng Yi, the third prince of the kingdom of Wind, was the strongest and the most perverted of the seven princes in the kingdom. His parents were the current emperor and empress.

The empress had two sons with the emperor, the eldest prince and the third prince. The other five princes were born from the emperor’s other four wives.

The eldest prince and Prince Feng Yi were the two most likely candidates to be the next emperor. Hua Jin knew Feng Yi didn’t want his elder brother to ascend to the throne. He would never accept losing just because of their birth order, which was why he hastily developed his own underground influence and even made the deal he did with her.

The three kidnappers left separately after they finished discussing how to transfer the little guy.

Locked in a room by himself, Little Bun sat on a small bed not crying or making a fuss. When a maid came in to feed him, he opened his mouth and obediently.

After everyone left, Little Bun tapped his chin like a little adult thinking deeply.

“Are these bad guys trying to use me to lure mom out? They really are big villains, to even dare kidnap me. How to teach them a lesson. . . ”

Little Bun thought hard but couldn’t come up with a satisfactory way.

“Little White.” Xiao Ye called Little White’s name in a low voice and a white creature appeared in the empty room.

Who was this guy if not Little White.[notes]

Speaking of yesterday’s situation, when Hua Jin’s maid tried to abduct Little Bun, Little White had immediately wanted to stop it. Although Little White’s combat abilities were low, its defensive barrier was top notch and few could break through it.

As long as Little Bun and Little White were together, it would be fair to say they would never be kidnapped.

But Little Bun was curious about what the person wanted so he told Little White not to do anything. The abduction went so smoothly because Little Bun was actively cooperating. Who would have thought a little guy under two would even have such ideas.

They kidnappers thought it was due to their good fortune, but it wasn’t the case at all.

“Little master, do you now when you want to return yet?” Little White sent the sound transmission to Little Bun with an expectant expression.

“No, I want to stay here and see what they want to do.” Little Bun shook his head seriously. He spoke in a soft, childlike voice. These bad guys wanted to do bad things to his mother. As a righteous baby, he had to protect his mother and get rid of the bad guys.

“But Little Master, Master will be worried if you don’t go back.” Little White knew Little Bun’s favorite person was Feng Wu. In order to keep its mischievous little master from dying, it would have to get Feng Wu.

“Don’t worry. Don’t worry. When I catch the bad guys, Mother will praise me.” Little Bun said childishly.

Little White: Master, come back quickly. Little White can’t stop the little master from courting disaster. Little White can’t understand the little master’s thoughts. . .

“Little White, don’t you think the villain Mei Luo is a bit strange? She smells rotten. So bad. She stinks!” Little Bun frowned as he talked about Mei Luo.

Mei Luo gave Little Bun a bad feeling. Obviously, all three were bad people, so why did he especially dislike the one named Mei Luo. Little Bun couldn’t figure it out.

He didn’t know it was because it was one of his talents as an elf. All elves were pure and kind-hearted. As the king of elves, Little Bun not only saw the good and evil in people’s hearts, he could also see the hidden devil energy as well.

If the assistant principal was there, he would have understood what was going on. Unfortunately, even though Little Bun’s instincts had awakened, the memories from his previous life had not, so there were many things he didn’t understand.

The current Little Bun was still too small and his physical strength couldn’t bear too much power. His powers would unseal slowly in the future.

Little White didn’t understand Little Bun’s ability. It already took all its concentration just to hide from the kidnappers so it hadn’t noticed anything amiss.

Little White shook its head honestly.

“You didn’t smell it? How is that possible? It was so stinky.” Little Bun couldn’t believe it.

Little White shook its head again. It wasn’t lying. It really hadn’t smelled anything.

After Little White’s confirmation, Little Bun finally believed it and dropped the matter.

“Little Master, there are a lot of people looking for you outside. I saw Jier and Ink passing by on the street several times already.” Little White said impatiently.

If it hadn’t been for the little master telling it to stop, it would have already rushed out to tell Jier.

“It’s OK. I’ll write a letter. You help me give it to Uncle Jier and the others. That way they’ll stop looking for me. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Little Bun was confident.

That night, after Jier returned to the dorm, he found a note in his room.

The contents, written in crooked script, were as follows:

“Uncle Jier, you don’t have to look for me. I will return after defeating the bad guys.”

It took Jier a long time to decipher the crooked handwriting.

Little Bun was a very smart child and had already recognized a lot of words at a young age. But whether he could write them legibly was another matter all together.

With such small hands, just being able to hold a pen was already remarkable. Expecting him to have good penmanship, well that was just too much.

“Xiao Ye! When you come back I will definitely spank your little bottom!” Jier was so angry that the crumpled the piece of paper and threw it to the ground.

Then thinking about it, he immediately bent over and picked it up. He took the note and stormed off to the assistant principal.

The principal had been absent for a while and general school affairs were decided by the assistant principal. For example, Little Bun’s disappearance, they news was reported to the assistant principal.

The assistant principal, who had just finished dinner, was about to go back to his study and chew on melon seeds while reading. He didn’t even get a chance to pull out his book when a knock sounded on his door.