The Evil Wife's Wild Husband (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 97

The three princesses of the country have a weakness, which is a fear of fire. In their sleeping quarters, they never light candles and only use night pearls. Although they try their best to overcome it outside, they can only tolerate lanterns. They absolutely cannot directly see the flames. I wonder if the Idle King of your country is also afraid of fire?

Huáng Yǔxuān was stunned. She believed that Mùróng Qín dared to so blatantly try to prove that Fēng Língxī was Fèng Língxī, and must have had some certainty about Fēng Língxī's identity. But. . . Fēng Língxī is afraid of fire? That's ridiculous!

It's also unfortunate for Mùróng Qín. If there was some kind of birthmark or something on Fèng Língxī's body to prove her identity, it would be much easier, but there isn't.

Fèng Língxī is indeed afraid of fire. After the Empress Phoenix was poisoned to death, the entire palace was engulfed in flames. Fèng Língxī watched as the entire palace, along with the Empress and the unborn little princess inside her, were burned to ashes. Since then, she has been very afraid of fire and cannot even tolerate small flames.

But this psychological shadow is naturally useless after changing souls.

It's also because Mùróng Qín is too greedy. If she had just planted a seed of doubt in the minds of these ministers, it would undoubtedly have been successful. But she was too eager and wanted to further prove that Fēng Língxī was Fèng Língxī. So she mentioned this weakness, isn't she obviously asking Fēng Língxī to prove that she is not that princess?

Fèng Língxī has carried this psychological shadow with her for many years and has tried every method to improve it, but it has never improved. So Mùróng Qín doesn't believe that Fèng Língxī suddenly stopped being afraid of fire after disappearing for a few years, but Fēng Língxī has never been afraid of fire.

In the midst of silence, the little bun suddenly spoke, "Auntie. . ."

For the sake of his mother, the little bun had to temporarily endure calling this annoying Empress his auntie. It's really a compromise!

Huáng Yǔxuān looked at him nervously. Although she knew that the little bun was very smart, he was still a child under one year old. How much could he understand? She was afraid that the little bun would say something he shouldn't say. The little bun was obviously much smarter than she had imagined. She saw him stretch out his little paw and push away the pastry in front of him, pouting and saying, "I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes. . . I want my mother to roast them for me. . ."

Huang Yuxuan breathed a sigh of relief and praised him with a wink, but the little bun seemed to have not received it at all, still pouting and muttering about wanting to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

The Empress Dowager quickly had someone bring them to him, but she sighed inwardly, wondering if the little baby was too clever for his own good.

Who is the little bun's mother? The Idle King!

Although it was somewhat indecent for the Idle King to personally roast sweet potatoes, it proved that he was not afraid of fire!

Murong Qin's face darkened as she looked deeply at the little bun, her suspicious gaze scanning his face, but she didn't find anything wrong. It seemed that he really just suddenly wanted to eat his mother's roasted sweet potatoes. Was there anything so coincidental in this world? But it was even more incredible that such a small child knew how to act and help his mother out of trouble, wasn't it?

The Empress Dowager took in his expression and couldn't help but admire the little bun. He was so young and already so good at acting, not leaving any trace of his performance. What would he be like when he grew up? She already had a premonition that the little bun would become a great troublemaker.