But in front of Charles, no matter how angry she is, she has to maintain the etiquette of a lady.
Princess Dai Ya suppressed the urge to lose her temper and smiled at Si Jiu: "I heard that you and I look alike, but after taking a closer look, we are not alike.
Sir Charles, can this really be hidden from the eyes and ears of God?
What if the gods find out we're passing off inferior goods as good ones and get angry?"
Although he smiled when talking to Sijiu, he seemed very arrogant.
When he spoke to Charles, the smile had become quite genuine, but... still arrogant.
The arrogance that was ingrained in her bones due to being born into the upper class was not something she could easily change, even if the other person was someone she admired.
It was obvious that Charles disliked this arrogance.
He even seemed to be quite concerned about the fact that "Jian Yu" was used as a sacrifice.
Princess Dai Ya openly and implicitly called Jian Yu a second-rate product, which was a clear insult.
"Please don't say that again, Your Highness."
Charles's indifference was obvious, and he even sounded a little reproachful.
Charles: "We can ask the High Priest to use magic to disguise her hair and eye color, so that she won't be too different from His Highness.
However, I cannot agree with Your Highness's statement of passing inferior goods off as good ones.
Jane... Her Highness is a very good and brave girl who deserves the respect of all of us in Varenger."
The smile on Princess Daya's face became increasingly stiff.
"It's getting late, so I won't disturb Your Highness from resting." Charles saluted Dai Ya and even decided not to continue eating the unfinished dinner.
"Your Highness, have you eaten enough?" Charles bent down slightly so that the wine steward could look at him at eye level. His eyes were gentle and full of respect.
He addressed both men, calling them "Your Highness." While the difference in attitude wasn't dramatic, it was clear to everyone present that he treated them differently.
Sijiu was actually not full.
The food here is really terrible. Apart from bread, there is soup made with big chunks of bacon. The bread is too dry and the soup is too greasy and greasy. I don't like it.
So she nodded.
"Then I will take Your Highness back to his room to rest."
Sijiu nodded obediently and left with Charles.
Dai Ya almost tore off the lace on her cuffs, her face looking grim.
A servant came forward and whispered a few words in her ear, probably to find out how Jian Yu seduced Sir Charles along the way and how she got Sir Charles to carry her back.
Princess Daya didn't expect that in just a few days, the scapegoat would have such means.
No wonder Charles had spoken for her just now and was so gentle to her.
Princess Daya felt as if there was a fire burning in her chest, and her face was a little distorted.
The servant was very perceptive and quickly flattered: "She is just a person who is destined to die. Your Highness, there is no need to bother with her."
This sentence made Princess Daya's expression relax a little. She sneered, put on her hood and left.
…
The room arranged for Sijiu was as cold as an ice cave. There was not even a thick blanket on the hard bed, only a cold thin quilt.
The little girl sat on the edge of the bed with her head tucked in. She was skinny and small, looking a little pitiful.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment." Charles said and turned away.
He returned a short while later, holding a blanket and followed by two maids. He asked the maids to light the small fireplace in the room and ordered, "Get some hot water."
After the people left, he came to Sijiu, squatted on one knee, and held Sijiu's calf.
Sijiu: [Is the car going so fast? It's really embarrassing.]
System: [Put away your sky-high little drama in your head. We can still be friends.]
"Your Highness, I'm sorry."
Charles took off the steward's shoes and socks, examined them, and then placed her feet on his knees.
Several blisters were formed on the forefoot, and the heel was even more rubbed. Compared with the snow-white skin, it looked very painful.
The cute round toes shrank, the little girl blushed, and stretched out her hand awkwardly, wanting to refuse but seeming afraid to do so.
"It will be a little painful, Your Highness, please bear with it." Charles said, took off his gloves and took out a needle.
The blisters need to be picked and applied with medicine so that they can heal quickly.
He held her ankle with one hand, his palm warm.
"I, I, I... I can do it myself..." The little girl tried to pull her foot back, but failed.
He applied a little more force, his blue eyes looking at her gently but firmly.
"It's not convenient for Your Highness to handle this position by yourself."
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