As soon as the porter spoke, Nalan Yan'er trembled. Her breathing suddenly became labored.
She covered her mouth; there were two moles on her waist, just like hers.
Four years ago, Feng Bailing was an obese woman, and the porter could not possibly have mistaken her figure.
Therefore, the person who was with the porter that night was not Feng Bailing, but her, Nalan Yan'er felt the world spin around her.
The porter kept muttering to himself, recounting his wild exploits with Princess Consort Wu that night, how he begged her for mercy repeatedly. For him, a lowly commoner, that night was the greatest glory of his life.
That was a Princess Consort!
"Shut up, you shut up!"
Nalan Yan'er stepped forward abruptly, grabbed the porter by the hair, and violently smashed his head against the corner of the table.
She struck him relentlessly.
"You shut up, it can't be you, it can't be you, how could it be you. My Jinjin and Xiuxiu can't possibly be your children."
