Chapter 55: Just because she is a girl, she will always resist
Snow fell outside the window, and the fire crackled in the fireplace inside the house.
Vifiya picked up the hot tea that the maid had prepared earlier, took a sip slowly, and felt her whole body warmer.
She lowered her eyes and stared at her own eyes on the tea surface, which were filled with coldness.
She still needs to be patient, wait a little longer, and use him.
This old thing is always humble in her words and deeds. The person she likes will never be worse than anyone else.
"What do you think about the Vatican?"
Weifeiya's eyes flashed with surprise, and she gently put down her teacup: "If father is asking me the reason for this matter, my answer is I don't know."
It would be a miracle for a noble student to know this.
"Father, is there anything special about this matter that requires our attention?" she said nonchalantly. "I just heard it was done by a magician. Of course, it's just a rumor."
The Marquis's fingertips moved slightly. His question just now was indeed tentative. Her appearance just now reminded him of his father, who had also been watching from the sidelines with cold eyes.
He should think carefully about where to place his daughter.
She was truly becoming more and more like the orthodox Kesley in his mind.
The Marquis stood up and walked towards the desk, saying, "Tell that commoner to prepare for his knight's coronation ceremony soon."
This meant that she should leave. Weifeiya stood up and saluted: "Yes, father. Then I will take my leave and not disturb you anymore."
The Marquis didn't say anything else. Vifiya turned around, and her gentle eyes instantly turned cold.
It seems to be working well, and the Marquis is buying into it as always.
If you want to defeat your enemy, you must first understand your enemy, and then make him walk into the trap willingly little by little.
Even as a marquis, he did not realize his fatal weakness, which was that he cared too much about the surname Caseley, and he would hesitate when facing the Caseley in his heart.
When someone shows you something that is almost perfect like what you want, will you be carried away or will you remain cautious?
But there is no such thing in the world. It is just tailor-made for you.
Vifiya was about to go back to find Neve when she saw Stellan coming towards her. Ever since that day when they had a falling out, neither of them had taken the initiative to talk to the other. Until now, she glanced at Stellan out of the corner of her eye and passed him without saying a word. But she heard him call her, "Sister."
She stopped and lowered her eyes, glancing sideways slightly.
As if he was concerned about his sister, he asked, "Sister, are you doing well recently?"
Vifiya's heart sank. Was she too sensitive? He didn't sound like he was asking.
Gavin behind Stellan lowered his head, as if not paying attention to the conversation between the siblings.
"Yeah." Vifiya replied indifferently. Suddenly, she said, "You really care about me."
Stellan was stunned, his dark red eyes flashed with inquiry, as if he wanted to know what she saw. He raised the corner of his lips: "Of course I care about my sister."
Vifiya caught his gaze and became more certain of her guess. She didn't want to pay any more attention to him and left directly with impatience in her heart.
The servants in the corridor bowed to her one after another, but Vifiya did not pay attention, or perhaps it was not something Vifiya would do.
She has always been brooding over one thing. In the thirteenth life, she had clearly settled Neve and bribed everyone to keep her bad current situation a secret. Who was it that revealed it to Neve? She would be burned at the stake.
The doubts she had before were instantly clear. She should have thought of this earlier! The most likely person was hiding so well, like an outsider, and ended up digging holes for her.
Vifiya secretly took a deep breath. If she had not woken up in this life and said to Stellan on a whim what Vifiya would not say, revealing her true identity and causing such a change, she would not have been able to determine that the person who tripped her up was him based on just a few words from Stellan!
It was really upsetting that the person she protected so much ended up losing his life because of him.
Was it fun, Stellan Kesley?
Vifiya's gaze returned to her own room in this mansion. A familiar figure came into view, and the coldness in her pupils faded away.
Neve trotted over, her eyes gleaming with light: "Miss, you're back."
"Yeah." Vifiya's eyes fell on her and she strode towards the room.
The inside was no different from before Vifiya left. On the table was the hot tea that Neve had prepared in advance, and the flowers that she often took care of.
Vifiya sat down, and Neve poured her tea. As she spoke, as if to take credit, she said, "Miss, I've been learning how to make drinks better recently. Would you like to try some?"
Upon hearing this, Weifeiya picked up the teacup, blew away the hot steam, and poured the tea into her throat. The fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth. Nifu had indeed made a lot of progress. She smiled lightly and said, "Very good."
Neve looked very satisfied after receiving the affirmation.
Vifiya lowered her eyes and put away her thoughts. After putting down the teacup, she became slightly serious and said, "Neve, there is something I want to ask you."
Seeing her like this, Nifu also became serious: "Miss, what do you say?"
"What does father want you to do?"
Surprise flashed in Neve's eyes. Was the young lady doubting her? Suspecting she would secretly tell the Marquis everything she had heard about the young lady's words and deeds? But when she saw Vifiya's eyes, which were filled with pure worry, Neve's heart softened.
She shook her head. "It's nothing serious. I just wanted to talk to you about this. The Marquis asked me to pack my things and go back to Seronil with him for a while. I'll be back to serve you later."
They were about to take action. This was Vifia's first reaction. She clenched her hands under the table. Leaving her alone in the capital's mansion was already a helpless choice. If she really went back to the Marquis's Mansion, let alone whether she could come back, she would have to endure so much inhuman torture because of this.
I absolutely cannot let Neve experience this kind of pain!
Is there any way to transfer Neve's curse to herself?
Vifiya raised her eyes and said gently, "Did father specify the specific time?"
"Five days later," Niv replied, "but the Marquis didn't give me an exact answer about the time of my return."
For five days, Vifiya was secretly calculating in her heart that Neve was now their focus. If she rashly left Neve behind, it might not only arouse their suspicion, but also make them take strict precautions in this regard. Moreover, she was also worried about one thing, that is, whether Lei Luode would suddenly come back and disrupt her plan. She had to be prepared.
Going home is important, but there is no rush for this matter. She needs to solve the resurrection magic first and ensure Neve's safety. Her intuition tells her that this thing might be the work of someone she knows.
She felt vaguely uneasy, as if she had missed some important information.
She raised her head, looked into Neve's eyes, and said soothingly, "It's okay, Neve. I'll see you then."
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Gavin followed behind Vaholian, reporting on his work with documents in hand, while hurrying to catch up with him: "This year's cellar storage..."
The conversation came to an abrupt end when he entered the room and saw the unexpected person.
Vaholian stared at the person who appeared and waved his hand, signaling Gavin to go out first.
Seeing this, Gavin bowed his head and left, closing the door behind him.
Vaholian walked over to sit down opposite the visitor, casually placing the documents in his hand on the table: "Aren't you going back to the academy, Vifia?"
Weifeiya was sitting opposite him, answering the question irrelevantly: "Brother, you came back so late today."
There was no emotion in his eyes, and his voice was flat as he explained, "Well, something happened at the academy, so I'm a little late."
Vifiya showed a sweet smile: "I'm waiting for you, brother."
Her appearance was clearly reflected in his amber eyes. Her well-behaved appearance now was somewhat similar to the little Vifiya in his memory.
"What's the matter?" He didn't even realize that his tone had softened.
Upon hearing this, Vifiya said, "I came to thank you for helping me take care of Neve."
Vaholian said, "It's just a little thing."
The meeting between the two should have ended like this, but he seemed to casually mention: "Did you have a fight with Stellan?"
Vifiya did not answer immediately. Instead, she turned her head and looked out the window. It was still snowing outside, but the sky had become dark.
"Brother, he wants to control me." The tone was as if a sister was complaining to her brother.
She slowly lowered her gaze to him, and he would understand what she meant.
Vaholian's eyes remained calm. He took in her expression. She didn't show any flaws, as if she was really just talking about a trivial matter.
Is this a sister relying on her brother? No, he knew very well that this was all her disguise. How could someone who could constantly lie dormant and find an opportunity at the age of eight to put a knife into the Marquis's vitals without hesitation be as gentle and harmless as she is now?
She has what she wants.
This time, is she trying to sow discord between him and Stellan, or is she simply thanking him for his help?
"I see." He echoed as a reply. It was undeniable that he cared about the fact she reminded him of.
In some ways, she's really smart.
Vifiya stood up and bowed gently: "Then I will go, brother."
Vifiya opened the door. Gavin saw her coming out at the door and bowed his head. She ignored him and left.
Gavin's eyes were staring at her back unscrupulously, but she didn't care. She believed that Gavin had heard her conversation with Vaholian. This was easy to confirm. Once confirmed, Vaholian and Gavin would definitely take action.
Heir, so what? An heir is just an heir and can be replaced at any time. The Marquis is not the only child.
Stellan also received education in the heir course, but he did not learn more than him. He was qualified to compete with him for the position of heir.
After so many lifetimes, how could Vifiya not know why Vaholian was so tolerant of her? His tolerance towards her was like the love a master gives to a pet, a kind of alms. Although such a metaphor made her very uncomfortable, it was the fact.
He believed from the bottom of his heart that she posed no threat to his title, as there had never been a precedent of a woman inheriting a title in this country.
Just because she was a girl, she had never received the so-called education of an heir. From the moment Vifiya was born, her fate had been planned by the Marquis, connecting her with power and bringing in benefits until her value was squeezed out.
No one thought it was wrong, and no one ever asked [Vefiya] herself whether she was willing.
Even what they thought her value was just that ridiculous body, those red eyes, and those blonde hair. Her beauty was just a bargaining chip to increase the price.
They frantically turned her into a priceless treasure, displayed her naked in front of the nobles, letting them put a price on her. Their malicious eyes wandered over her, while countless pairs of prying eyes outside scrambled to squeeze in, but were unable to because they were not qualified, and could only resort to insulting her to cover up their inferiority and guilty consciences.
She grabbed something at the booth to cover her heart, which was riddled with holes. They said she didn't know the rules. She resisted. They said she didn't know how to be grateful and had chilled the Marquis's heart. She raised the knife. They said she was truly shocking. There were many people like her, but she was the one with the biggest reaction.
No matter what she did, it was wrong and she would be punished more severely.
But was she really wrong? Why was she the one being punished? Why was everyone blaming her?
No! She knew she was not wrong! It was not her fault!
Her blind sharpness only brought her excruciating pain, so she put on a well-behaved and harmless appearance, like a snake lurking in the dark, just to give them a fatal blow.
This is what [Vefiya] remembers as a child.
She tried her best to break free from the cage. Now, Vifiya is moving towards her goal. She has never forgotten this wish that was engraved in her bones and blood.
Vifia stood in the heavy snow and took a deep breath. The cold air entered her body through her respiratory tract, making her much more awake. She did not look back and stepped into the carriage back to the college without hesitation.
It's time to ask Hefa to come over.
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