"Is this idiot trying to trick me?!"
"How could I have eaten that many apples so quickly?"
"Think! How many apples were on the tree... and how many did I eat?"
After pondering for a long while, sweat began to bead on Red Butterfly's forehead.
It was too complicated. She couldn't make sense of it.
Her brain had overloaded!
"Hahaha, so that's it!" Red Butterfly suddenly threw back her head and laughed. Her long, straight black hair swayed, and she looked more beautiful than ever as she made up an excuse for herself. "Didn't you say you wanted me to inherit the throne? I believe you wouldn't lie to me!"
The frail creature looked utterly baffled. He had no idea how many twists Red Butterfly's thoughts had taken. He simply replied with delight, "Thank you for your regard, Your Majesty!"
The moment he finished speaking, he realized something!
Did Her Majesty think he had been lying to her?
A surge of indignation swept through him.
"Waaaah! Hoover feels so wronged!" The frail creature suddenly burst into tears, tears spilling from his big eyes.
Red Butterfly panicked. "What's wrong?"
She hadn't attacked him. Why was he crying?
Only after Red Butterfly asked did the frail creature dare explain why he felt wronged. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared say it; it might sound like he was accusing her.
"Your Majesty, Hoover is utterly loyal to you. Hoover was created to serve you. How could you doubt Hoover?"
"Oh, that's all?" Red Butterfly made something up. "What if someone else had replaced you just now? I was only testing you."
It was an excuse fit for a kindergartener.
Yet the frail creature Hoover believed it.
"Is that really it? That's wonderful, Your Majesty! Someone actually dared impersonate Hoover? Once I find him, I'll