"I knew it!" Fu Qi Hong shouted angrily. He had always felt that there was something wrong with that petty and narrow-minded cousin. After all, as a member of the royal family, Fu Jinrou was way too much like a shrew. He was also really short-tempered and liked to pick at the smallest fault.
Every time he met with Fu Jinrou, Fu Qi Hong felt like he was meeting with some stranger. Even though the two of them grew up together, he could never get close to him.
"You just never liked him." Concubine Qi felt his mouth twitch when he heard the shout of his son. He then turned to look at Mo Qiang and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure that you did not mishear anything?"
"No, your highness," Mo Qiang shook her head and answered with a calm voice. "My spirit and I are connected; there is no way he misunderstood anything. After all, my spirits are more human than humans themselves."