The Commander's Useless Wife Is Actually a Hidden Boss!-Chapter 136 I Will Not Mistake

"Then answer me one question first," Celia sneered coldly.

"Speak."

"What are your feelings toward Lin Fu?" she asked all of a sudden, "Do you like her? Are you moved by her? Have you grown soft-hearted?"

Lance was stunned for a moment, annoyance flashing across his youthful, perfect face, "Everyone says you’ve gone mad, Celia, and I didn’t believe it, but now it seems you’ve truly lost your mind, completely insane."

Having said that, he didn’t even bother to pursue the events of the previous night, he turned and walked away.

"I have seen Lin Fu before,"

Celia suddenly called out.

"Hmm?"

Lance whirled around, disbelievingly staring at her.

Celia finally revealed a triumphant cold sneer, "That’s right, just as you’re thinking, I have seen Lin Fu’s portrait in Ah Foo’s bedroom, drawn by her own hand, treasured and kept in a box, something she likes to look at whenever she’s in a bad mood."

In the entire Royal Family, only Celia could refer to the little princess Ah Foo by her nickname.

This privilege had been granted by Flora.

"That portrait is an eighty percent likeness of Lin Fu herself. I," she paused between each word for emphasis, "will not mistake it."

It was precisely because of this that she had lost her composure and fled in embarrassment the first time she saw Lin Fu.

In the days that followed, she dwelled in the past, unable to move on.

Lance, too, stood petrified, his tall, youthful silhouette erect like a lone pine standing amidst snow and wind.

"Ah Foo once told me that the person in the portrait was the real her, I never took it seriously, considering Ah Foo’s ideas were always so fanciful,"

As she spoke, Celia’s voice broke, uncontrollably beginning to tremble.

"I never imagined, the person in the portrait was real. Do you know... how I felt when I saw Lin Fu?"

In her expression, a hint of madness gradually emerged, "I don’t know, I’m so confused, I’ve tried to research Lin Fu’s background but can’t find anything."

During the political upheaval back then, they were all too young to be involved in the core circle, merely pawns being used by others. Much of the events were half-understood; Celia had never been clear on who the real traitor was.

She never stopped her investigations over the years.

"Have you spoken of this matter to anyone else?" Lance’s gaze was dark and unblinking as he stared at Celia.

"Hmph!" Celia straightened up, her laughter laced with scorn, "Do you really think I’m that foolish? The moment this gets out, Lin Fu would be dead in an instant."

She was certain that she alone knew the little princess’s secret.

The portrait had been incredibly dear to Ah Foo, and nobody had spoken of it; Celia herself discovered it purely through the close relationship of being Ah Foo’s reading companion.

"You’d better not have spoken of it."

After Lance said this, he started to leave, only to be called back once again by Celia.

"Aren’t you curious about whom I went to see?"

"Who?"

Celia deliberately sat down leisurely on the nearby sofa, fully seizing the initiative, "Unless you collaborate with me, I won’t tell you. No one is foolish enough to share a secret with someone whose stance is unclear."

This time Lance didn’t leave, instead returning to confront Celia, his presence enveloping her like a dangerous aura.

But Celia was not at all intimidated.

"What is your stance?"

Celia suddenly seemed like a hedgehog that had lost all its spikes, the madness slowly receding from the depths of her eyes. She bowed her head, her voice trembling as she said, "I just want revenge, to take vengeance for myself, and for Ah Foo. I haven’t had a peaceful night’s sleep in years; whenever I close my eyes, I feel the helplessness of being controlled, the humiliation of being a pawn."