Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 392

"Yes, we have a child..." the woman said, adding, "It’s not with Xuan Qiu, it’s with that dog of an emperor."

"Can you say that out loud?" Cen Lizhui glanced around, then remembered that Fei Ying seemed to have dealt with quite a few of the Hidden Guards, so probably no one would be watching this desolate Cold Palace. This reassured him.

The woman let out a cold laugh, "Dog of an emperor! Filthy scum! Pfft!"

Cen Lizhui: "...Where is the child?"

"Xuan Jing was taken away by the dog emperor. I’ve lived till now just to confirm whether he’s still alive," the woman spoke, her face growing increasingly cold. "If he’s not alive, then I’ll kill, kill, kill! Slaughter everyone in this Imperial Palace! If he’s alive, then I’ll—"

"Behave?"

"Kill, kill, kill! Slaughter them all, let Xuan Jing become the emperor!" the woman said viciously.

Cen Lizhui was somewhat speechless, "To sum it up with one word, kill?"

"Exactly!"

"What if your Xuan Jing doesn’t want to be the emperor?"

The woman was stunned; it seemed like it was the first time she had thought of this question.

Cen Lizhui hadn’t expected her to be stumped either. If it were him, locked in a room for many years, he might have thought through every possibility under the sky, yet she hadn’t thought about what to do if her son didn’t want to be emperor?

"Impossible, when I was pregnant with Xuan Jing, Xuan Qiu said he could see the True Dragon bloodline in my belly, and the rich Emperor Purple Qi gathering on me!" the woman said decisively, "Xuan Jing was born to be an emperor, he won’t not want to be!"

Cen Lizhui was somewhat speechless, but seeing her so convinced, he knew it wasn’t a good time to argue. She was so steadfast that she wouldn’t hear anyone else’s words.

"So right now, the top priority is to find your Xuan Jing. How old would your Xuan Jing be this year?" Cen Lizhui asked.

"Xuan Jing should be twenty-four this year. I’ve counted every day!" the woman stated firmly. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She still clutched the corpse of the Fire Fox called Xuan Qiu, as if it had become a part of her body.

Presumably, the name Xuan Jing was given after Xuan Qiu as well.

Cen Lizhui could be considered an encyclopedic source on most things in the Immortal Cultivation World, but in the mundane mortal world, he was truly unsure.

"Come with me, I have other companions, one of whom knows quite a bit about matters in the palace, which I’m not familiar with. He might know something," he said.

The woman looked Cen Lizhui up and down, then glanced at the seemingly lively Fire Fox in her arms, believing that someone who could find the Fire Fox’s head shouldn’t be a bad person, or perhaps thinking he was guided here by the Fire Fox, she hesitated and then nodded.

"By the way, those songs you sang before..."

"What, were they pleasant?" the woman responded casually.

Cen Lizhui gave her a suspicious glance; did she learn those from someone else as well?

But since the woman was following behind him, it wasn’t easy for him to observe her reactions closely. He had to brush it off, leading her back to where he had previously settled Chen Muxue.

"Are you alright?" As soon as Cen Lizhui entered, the first thing he did was check on Chen Muxue.

Chen Muxue had somewhat recovered, but all of her muscles were still in a state where moving even a little was incredibly sore, as if she’d blindly followed Liu Genghong’s routines for five hours.

"Is this the woman who sings?" Chen Muxue forced herself to lift her head to look at the woman, her gaze couldn’t help but fall on the very vibrant-looking Fire Fox.