Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

At such a dangerous moment, Ah Mi rarely cracked a joke, but it caused a flash of brilliance to pass through An Yiqing’s mind.

"What did you just say? What little lamp is rusted?"

"It’s the small lamp by Grandma’s bedside. When I was little, I sneaked into this room to play and thought the lamp was interesting, so I tried to take it down. But no matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn’t budge. Then, Grandma suddenly came in and hit me with a feather duster. Later, she told me that the lamp was rusted and stuck to the bedside and couldn’t be taken off. I lost interest after that. What’s wrong, Xiao Yu? Is there something odd about it?"

An Yiqing’s mouth twitched slightly—rusted? Stuck to the bedside and couldn’t be taken off? Such a clumsy lie could only fool the simple-minded Ah Mi.

"Ah Mi, help me over to the lamp."

With Ah Mi’s assistance, An Yiqing slowly made her way to the bedside, her hands precisely placed on the lamp. Relying on her keen sense of touch and years of experience, An Yiqing preliminarily judged that there was something off about this small lamp.

She curled her finger and flicked the lampshade lightly twice, producing two muffled "thud thud" sounds.

"Ah Mi, what material is this lamp made of?"

Ah Mi bent down to look. "Hmm... it’s iron!"

Iron? An Yiqing frowned and shook her head. Wrong! The sound definitely wasn’t that of iron. It must have been coated with iron paint on the surface as a disguise.

Her curiosity deepened. Why would such an ordinary lamp be so carefully concealed?

Her hands slowly moved from the lamp’s top to its base, testing with twists at various points along the lamp’s body, but she still came up empty-handed.