Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: His Fairy Tale Was Told Terribly

Fairy tales all took place in the last century, and who owned a ‘makeup mirror’ back then? It’s just too out of character.

Fortunately, he didn’t tell it to Bobby; otherwise, with Bobby’s habit of asking a hundred thousand whys, he would definitely have gone from the makeup mirror to the technological level of the time. Then he would have dragged it into a discourse on business savvy.

“She was busy doing nothing all day long after eating her fill, just liked to hold the mirror and look at herself, asking the mirror, ‘Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?’ The mirror always said it was her. The Queen Consort was very pleased. She continued to live a life of full satiation without anything to do.”

Baron Lawrence grew more and more impatient as he spoke. What kind of people wrote this story?

The Queen Consort spent all day with nothing to do? Holding a mirror and being vain?

He had seen many queen consorts from constitutional monarchies, and each one of them could ride horses, shoot, waltz, conduct diplomacy, and play the piano. In addition to that, they had to accompany their husbands on diplomatic ventures and even know how to invest and manage funds. They were so busy they had no time to hold onto a mirror and babble. Clearly, whoever wrote this story had no idea what a queen consort looked like.

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Although he was extremely impatient, he continued with the story, “As the little princess grew up slowly, she became more and more beautiful, and everyone called her Snow White. Snow White was as smart and kind as you. One day, the idle Queen Consort asked the mirror again who was the most beautiful. The mirror said Snow White. The Queen Consort, envious of Snow White’s beauty, chased her out of the palace.”

Enna Clark listened with a face full of black lines.

Baron Lawrence’s storytelling was really terrible — so bad it was almost unbearable to listen to.

A perfectly good story, he meddled with it on his own, adding nonsense until it became a mess.

But for some reason, even though the story was so poorly told and she already knew how it ended, she still got caught up in it.

Her restless heart also gradually calmed down along with his deep voice…

Once her mood relaxed, the tension in her mind eased as well, and fatigue swept over her like a tide.

“Although Snow White was beautiful, that was utterly useless. After being driven out, she couldn’t find a place to live and entered the forest. The Queen Consort sent a hunter to kill her, but because she was beautiful, the hunter spared her, casually using some animal’s blood to deceive the Queen Consort into believing she was dead. What kind of story is this…” He grumbled discontentedly, but persisted, “Snow White kept running until she came across a cottage in the forest. She ate someone else’s food without permission and fell asleep. When she woke up, she found the Seven Dwarfs. The Seven Dwarfs, finding her beautiful, took her in and warned her to be careful of the Queen Consort and not to talk to strangers.”

“But Snow White didn’t heed their advice and chatted with people pretending to be the Queen Consort every time, and each time she was saved by the Seven Dwarfs. Finally, she ate a poisoned apple and even the Seven Dwarfs were out of options. They made her a coffin and put her in it. A passing prince saw her and, finding her beautiful, kissed her. The poisoned apple came out of Snow White’s mouth.”

He retracted his earlier words; this Snow White was nothing like Enna Clark!

Enna wasn’t that foolish to ignore advice and be deceived by the same person over and over again. Plus, from beginning to end, he couldn’t see where this Snow White’s intelligence and kindness was. Was being deceived a sign of intelligence and kindness?