My wife is a witch princess.

"And the excitement? Like when you first ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"...No change."

"Nervous? Like before going on stage?"

Xia Li shook her head.

Song Che was at his wit's end.

Your system is too difficult to be compatible with.

However, Song Che guessed that there was no magic in the place. This place doesn't allow spirits to exist, otherwise Tao Yao would really be a great demon.

Tao Xiang shuffled out of the kitchen, holding half an apple in her hand, making a crunching sound as she ate it.

"Are you two still not done?" she said vaguely. "If you ask me, just give up. Let things take their course. When you're angry, you'll be angry; when you're not, forcing it won't help."

Tao Xiang doesn't like to get angry, because most of the time, she only gets angry in a fit of rage.

Xia Li glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Song Che agreed with Tao Xiang, but he knew Xia Li was still stubborn. That's just how she is; once she sets her mind on something, she'll get to the bottom of it.

Sure enough, Xia Li closed her eyes again.

Song Che looked at her.

Her silver hair shimmered in the light, and Song Che recalled the last time the stage went dark. Perhaps Xia Li's hair still held some magic.

What was her state of mind at that time?

Surprise, or alertness?

Or perhaps... something she herself couldn't quite explain.

"Xia Li..." he asked softly, "What were you thinking when the power went out that day and your hair was glowing?"

Xia Li opened her eyes.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything,” she said. “Just… happy.”

"Does that feel like the burst of magic when you're angry?"

“It’s different.” Xia Li thought for a moment, “More… passive. Like water overflowing when it’s full, it’s uncontrollable.”

“What if…” Song Che said slowly, “you try to 'overflow' it on your own?”

He's talking nonsense right now, he can only offer some random suggestions to appease Xia Li's longing.

Xia Li was taken aback; she hadn't tried this approach before.

But... perhaps the loss of control itself is another form of control?

Song Che was actually a little worried.

Don't actually conjure up magic for Xia Li.

If they were to actually pull off some magic, they could go down in history.

Then Xia Li will be King Xia Li, and Tao Yao can truly proclaim herself the Fox King.

That silly Taoyao, instead of being a proper cat, she insists on being a fox king.

She really thinks Xia Li can regain magic, rule the world, and be crowned the Fox Queen, right?

Chapter 108 You're being unfair!

Xia Li considered Song Che's suggestion and nodded. She and Song Che were not on the same wavelength.

She actually agreed with what Song Che was saying.

For this to happen, either magic or science would have to die first.

Who should die first?

Song Che had no idea that he had been completely bewildered by Xia Li's thought process these past two days.

Xia Li's questions gradually became strange. In the first few days after she arrived, Xia Li was quite curious... so he could understand the questions she asked. Now that some time has passed, Xia Li is vaguely awakening some incredible attribute.

Control and masochism?

Song Che didn't have that inclination. He felt that the idea that getting angry could restore magic was unreasonable. It was just something you could fool yourself in a dream. It was better not to think about it too much.

Sometimes, giving someone hope, only to find out it wasn't hope at all, is the most despairing thing.

Seeing how serious she was, Song Che was afraid that she would become stubborn and fixate on this matter.

Xia Li sat to the side, thinking to herself, and Song Che didn't disturb her. When she had figured it out and looked up at him, Song Che said, "Let's go to Mom and Dad's for dinner. It's already prepared."

"Mm." Xia Li followed Song Che out. She had met with her aunt and uncle a few times, and her inexplicable worry had lessened considerably, but she was still a little worried.

Xia Li found it strange that two ordinary humans, with the added identity of [Song Che's parents], would make her nervous.

Unable to articulate why she was nervous, Xia Li's description was inaccurate; she could only vaguely sense two words.

Inferiority.

A sudden feeling of inferiority.

But Xia Li didn't feel inferior. Song Che was her contractor. Before, she was definitely in a superior position. But now, she treats Song Che as her lover, and she actually feels inferior... Is it normal for Your Highness to feel this way?

With no predecessors to refer to, she had to figure it out on her own.

After much deliberation, I concluded that the reason lay in her loss of magic.

If she still possessed magic, she wouldn't feel inferior.

Xia Li nodded again, agreeing with her idea.

The problem lies here.

Song Che watched as she stood there nodding, looking like a little fool. No one was talking to her. She suddenly spaced out and then nodded. What was she nodding at?

Song Che tidied up and wrapped the scarf around Xia Li's neck, then skillfully wrapped it around her neck as well. "You don't want me to make you angry again, do you?"

"No, I was thinking about what just happened."

Thinking about what just happened is fine, but Song Che really can't bring himself to make Xia Li angry. At most, he'll tease Xia Li a little, but he won't get angry at her.

After all, Xia Li gets angry very easily.

Song Che discovered that when you like someone, you want to spoil them; this hateful woman had changed his personality.

He doesn't really like to spoil others.

"Just think about it yourself, don't tell your parents," Song Che simply reminded them. "Like we said before, as long as you don't say anything strange, there won't be any problems. Here we only talk about science."

"Yes, I know, science is amazing."

Xia Li stood up and clasped her hands together beside the scarf.

Song Che always wrapped her up very warmly.

"When the time comes, Mom and Dad will probably talk about the New Year. If you don't want to talk, just nod. It's okay if you don't understand. My mom is very soft-hearted. If you stay quiet, she'll believe whatever you say."

"Yes, I understand. Actually, I've learned a lot. I've remembered everything the Magic Mirror told me, such as what preparations are needed for the New Year, what New Year's goods to buy, what dates are coming up, and what I need to do. I understand all of that."

"That's good. Your Highness's memory is truly exceptional."

Song Che expressed his understanding.

Xia Li's memory is terrible, how can you even play with it?

"I'll go out for a stroll tonight; I spent the morning buying snacks."

After saying that, Song Che opened the door, went downstairs, crossed the alley, and came to the other side.

He originally intended to buy some couplets or something in the morning, but he was too focused on Xia Li's gaze. As soon as he saw that she was interested in the food, he went in and bought some, eventually buying four large bags.

However, Mom and Dad will probably prepare. It's okay if we don't buy New Year's goods. We mainly want to buy some clothes for Xia Li. She only has two outfits. She doesn't have any spring clothes... and she doesn't have any spring, summer, or autumn clothes. We can buy them in advance.

Her witch dress was too cold to wear in spring and too hot to wear in summer. The main problem was the stockings; perhaps because of the time travel, the material had deteriorated.

After being hidden away by Xia Li last time, Song Che felt like he was no longer worth keeping.

Song Che didn't keep a single one of those clothes for himself.

I washed Xia Li's underwear once last time, and haven't touched it since. Xia Li washes all her own underwear.

Damn it, I suddenly feel like I didn't do anything during the first wash, what a pity!

Xia Li followed them downstairs and upstairs. When faced with the aunt and uncle, she instinctively hid behind Song Che. She was never good at talking and always just wanted to sit quietly to the side.

When I knocked on the door, the aroma of food had already wafted into the hallway.

Zhang Shushu took off her apron, her hands just washed, and said, "I timed it well, didn't I? Come on, the soup is fresh out of the pot, you two come in quickly."

Song Jianguo poked his head out of the kitchen: "Xiao Che, Xia Li, sit down, dinner will be served soon. By the way, has Bruce been brought yet?"

"No, it's sleeping at home."

"Okay, try what I made this time."

My dad, who usually doesn't do much cooking, surprisingly joined in.

The main problem is that his cooking is terrible.

Song Che shook his head, suddenly no longer wanting to eat this meal.

The room was small but well-heated, with a thin layer of condensation on the windows. Xia Li followed Song Che into the room, changed into slippers, and took off her scarf, draping it over the back of a chair.

My mom was really generous this time, turning on the air conditioner in the bedroom, making the living room warm too. The electricity meter must have run out of steam.

My mom is more willing to spend money than before.

Song Che thought for a moment and realized that his mother still didn't like to spend money, and that she mainly turned on the air conditioner for the two of them.

"Auntie, Uncle," she greeted them, then sat down without saying a word. Song Che told her to stay put, so she tried her best to act like a little fool.

Although she doesn't really like playing silly girls.

"Oh, how polite." Zhang Shushu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup and placed it on the table. "I'll have something simple to eat today. I stir-fried some shredded potatoes, steamed a fish, and stir-fried cabbage."

It's simple, but piping hot.

The food on the table looked delicious, with perfect color, aroma, and taste. It was clearly Mom's cooking. Dad offered to help, but he could only help by carrying plates and pouring oil. He couldn't cook food like this.