Volume 2, Chapter 51 – Crown Princess?

Inside the bathroom of the Duke Marquis Mansion, after a bit of useless resistance, Miss Yumo who was disguised as a little girl, was expectedly stripped naked by the four maids and placed in the bathtub. Although Miss Yumo kept emphasizing that she was clean and didn’t need a bath, she still couldn’t withstand the enthusiasm of the four maids.

Hmm, after all, the task given to them by the Madam…

Considering that these maids showed no hostility and were instead filled with kindness and immense excitement in their eyes, Miss Yumo gave up on her plans to resist and let these young ladies do as they pleased.

Of course, the main reason was that their massage techniques were simply too good. Having been in this world for so long, the feeling of being served by several maids like a wealthy person was quite fresh. Thus, Miss Yumo silently closed her eyes and began to enjoy herself.

On the other side, while helping Yumo wash her beautiful long pink hair, the little maid named Duo’er couldn’t help but have her eyes fill with tears. Looking at the girl in the bath who remained timid and shy, Duo’er grew increasingly emotional.

‘Miss Xia’er is finally back.’

As the exclusive maid who used to serve Xia’er, Duo’er had always protected that timid little girl like a sister. During the years Xia’er was missing, she had been in a state of constant distraction and extreme self-blame.

‘If I hadn’t taken leave and gone home during the celebration back then, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened. But fortunately, heaven is just, and the Young Miss has finally returned.’

‘However, the Young Miss seemed to be…’

Upon noticing the slave tattoo on the pink-haired girl’s ankle, Duo’er felt a sharp pain in her heart. Who knew what kind of inhumane treatment their Young Miss had suffered over the years. When she saw the bruises and frostbite marks on Yumo’s delicate body while massaging her, Duo’er felt as if her heart was bleeding.

“It’s alright, Young Miss. No one will dare to hurt you again in the future.”

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“…”

Hearing the maid’s words and feeling the sympathetic gazes the surrounding maids kept casting her way, Miss Yumo felt a bit conflicted. After all, the bruises and whip marks on her body were all simulated using Shadow Essence just to fool people. But seeing these servants so heartbroken, Yumo couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment.

Additionally, they all seemed to really like that girl named Xia’er. The love in the eyes of that Madam and the butler was undoubtedly genuine. Receiving such unexpected love from others, especially love meant for someone else, made Miss Yumo feel slightly guilty.

Just then, the bathroom door slowly opened. Under the respectful gazes of the maids, Afnora, who had changed her clothes, walked into the bathroom and approached the tub.

“Let me do it.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Hearing Afnora’s words, the maids including Duo’er silently stood aside and handed the cleaning tools to her. Then, Afnora slowly raised her hands to personally help Yumo wash her hair. Her hands were filled with warmth.

“Is it comfortable, Xia’er?”

However, Yumo did not answer Afnora’s question but instead further emphasized her identity. “I-I really am not your granddaughter.”

Unfortunately, after learning from the Ashurmos Church that the pink-haired girl had lost her memory, Afnora was even more certain that Yumo was her granddaughter. To her, the little girl’s resistance was merely due to her fear of strangers. In fact, it didn’t matter if Xia’er recovered her memory or not.

In Afnora’s view, Xia’er’s memories of being a slave must have been a terrifying shadow, which was why the girl had lost her memory. Perhaps it was better not to remember; that way, Xia’er wouldn’t be haunted by those horrific experiences. As for the bond between them, Afnora was confident she could use her love, tenderness, and patience to gradually make her open her heart and return to the family.

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“Be good, Xia’er. You don’t have to be afraid. You are my granddaughter and the young lady of the Duke Family. From now on, no one will dare to bully you. You can live here in peace. You don’t have to worry about being beaten or scolded, and you don’t have to worry about being cold or hungry. Here, everyone will cherish you.”

Afnora spoke in a soothing tone while stroking Yumo’s head. Looking at the woman’s earnest expression, Miss Yumo fell silent again. She knew that no matter how she explained it, it would be meaningless. The woman before her had already decided in her heart that Yumo was her granddaughter. The only way to make her see reality was to show a bit of her power.

‘Should I do it?’

At this thought, a faint, imperceptible red light flickered in Miss Yumo’s azure eyes. However, at that moment, the bathroom door opened again. A kind-looking old maid slowly walked in. Upon seeing her, the other maids immediately bowed their heads.

“Head Maid.”

Sensing the movement behind her, Afnora slowly turned back to look at the old maid. “What is it, Zyra?”

“Madam, well…” The head maid named Zyra seemed somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Afnora immediately sensed something was wrong, and her violet eyes narrowed slightly. “What is it? Did something happen?”

“Madam, the Crown Prince’s envoy who stayed in the mansion earlier wants to speak with you.”

“Him? Why so suddenly?”

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“This…” Hearing this, Zyra looked somewhat awkwardly at the pink-haired girl soaking in the petal-filled bath. “It might be about the matter of the Crown Princess. Now that Miss Xia’er is back, I’m afraid he… he wants to…”

“Are you saying that bastard wants Xia’er to be the Crown Princess?!”

A look of intense anger appeared in Afnora’s eyes. For a moment, the entire bathroom fell into an eerie silence as an oppressive atmosphere spread out. The powerful seventh tier battle aura within Afnora’s body was faintly released, causing the maids to tremble.

Of course, this pressure was useless against Miss Yumo. However, after hearing their conversation, Miss Yumo suddenly became interested.

‘Crown Prince? They must be talking about the Chosen Son. Does this girl named Xia’er have an engagement with the Crown Prince? If so, could I use this identity to see him? I’m quite curious about the Chosen Son’s current situation.’

Thinking of this, Miss Yumo asked with feigned innocence, “Crown Princess??”

Hearing the pink-haired girl’s voice, Afnora immediately realized she had lost her composure. she hurriedly retracted the battle aura she had unconsciously released and solemnly placed her hands on Yumo’s shoulders.

Considering that little girls were usually very interested in princes and princesses, Afnora felt she needed to emphasize something to Xia’er.

“Xia’er! That Crown Prince is not a good person!”

“Huh?”

“That lecher is said to have already been involved with five girls. Moreover, his desire to make you the Crown Princess is absolutely not because he loves you! He wants to trick you into going to the Imperial Capital so he can use you to restrain our Duke Family! Xia’er, you must understand that guy is not a good man!”

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Afnora’s voice was filled with disgust and hostility when she mentioned the Crown Prince, leaving Miss Yumo feeling a bit dazed. She just stood there, her azure eyes blinking.

‘Eh? Not a good person? It seems this Chosen Son’s reputation is a bit poor. And a lecher? Involved with five women? Is that for real? If it’s true, he already has five lovers and still wants to marry Mengxi? Could it be that this Chosen Son is a harem protagonist? Is my Mengxi going to become one of his harem members in the future?’

At this thought, Miss Yumo narrowed her eyes slightly as a vein of annoyance appeared on her forehead. She felt somewhat disgruntled.

However, just as Afnora was earnestly trying to advise Yumo by badmouthing the Crown Prince, the bathroom door that had just been closed was suddenly kicked open!

“Xia-Xia’er?! You found her?!”

As the door opened, a rough and extremely excited male voice echoed into the bathroom! In the next moment, an old man wearing a blue and white military coat with white hair rushed into the room impatiently.

Undoubtedly, this old man was the head of the Duke Family, Xiumu Duke, who had hurried back. However, the moment she heard this, Afnora’s brow twitched violently and her words came to an abrupt halt. An explosion of fury erupted in her violet eyes!

Before Xiumu could figure out the situation, and under the dumbfounded gazes of the maids, Afnora flickered in front of the old man, surrounded by purple battle aura.

“You old geezer! Who gave you permission to barge into a lady’s private quarters!!”

Accompanied by Afnora’s roar, an iron fist wrapped in battle aura slammed into Xiumu’s face, practically embedding itself there.