Ariadne scrutinized Old Lady Gallea with a cold expression unbecoming of a fifteenyearold girl.

“As far as I know, Lady Lucrezia definitely gave Old Lady Gallea 2 ducats a month.”

Someone embezzled 1 ducat 50 florins every month.

That someone was either Old Lady Gallea or Lady Lucrezia.

“Just ask Lady Lucrezia how much she gave each month and we’ll know who the liar is. Let’s ask her right now!”

A smile appeared at the corners of Butler Nicolo’s mouth. This was akin to swimming with one’s hands tied.

If Old Lady Gallea was the embezzler, she would have given a bribe to Butler Nicolo before the news reached Lady Lucrezia’s ears.

If it was Lucrezia, she would have put all the blame on Old Lady Gallea, and in the process, she would have tipped Butler Nicolo to prevent any noise.

Although there was no way the servant’s words could have been taken seriously, Butler Nicolo was not going to miss the opportunity to increase his income.

“Understood. See to it, lock Old Lady Gallea in the warehouse!”

“Alas, it’s unfair, sir, save me, Miss!”

The two servants rushed forward again and dragged Old Lady Gallea to the warehouse where they kept the pigs and cleaning tools.

How regrettable, had she immediately clung to Nicolo’s pants and used her entire fortune as a bribe, she might have survived. Old Lady Gallea missed her last chance.

According to memories from her past life, Ariadne’s living expenses, which were set by her father, Cardinal de Mare, were indeed 2 ducats.

However, the miserly mistress of the Cardinal, Lucrezia, embezzled 1 ducat and paid Old Lady Gallea, who in turn embezzled 50 florins each month with thrift.

This situation was a joint work of the two, and there was no innocent party.

‘Lucrezia is not the type of woman to let my father catch her embezzling money.’

When this story reached Lucrezia’s ears, it was fortunate if Old Lady Gallea was driven out with her life intact.

By tonight at the latest, she would either be dead or, at least, thrown out with broken legs.

“Go. Nicolo.”

Ariadne had somehow stopped showing respect to the butler. Despite being in rags, she confidently took the first step towards the mansion.

That night, as expected, two sturdy black shadows sneaked into the pigsty and warehouse where Old Lady Gallea was locked up. Lucrezia was a cruel woman, living up to Ariadne’s expectations.

“Ahh!”

There was a little rustling sound from the pigsty, followed by the sharp sound of a pig being butchered, and the two black shadows came out carrying a large black bundle.

The black bundle, filled with rocks, was thrown into the Tiber River.

The following morning, when news reached that there was turmoil with Madam Jean Galleaccio’s sons and eldest daughter, Ariadne arrived in haste at the Bergamo farm. By that time, Madame Jean Galleaccio had already mysteriously disappeared.

A grudge, aged by old debt, had finally claimed its price and come to an end.

The archbishop’s residence at the de Carlo stronghold was grand and glamorous. It was difficult to find any semblance of the foremost virtue of a cleric: modesty. The white marble walls and floors were adorned with the finest tapestries and carpets.

As Ariadne crossed the center of the archbishop’s residence, showcasing overwhelming luxury while dressed in rags, the servants who bustled about stared at her. Among them, some audacious groups were chuckling.

“What’s this, a new maid?”

“Even a maid’s outfit is more expensive than that!”

It was absurd to think they didn’t know that Ariadne, the subject of many rumors, was the young lady of this house.

Either the discipline of the archbishop’s residence’s servants was in shambles, or the masters of the house saw Ariadne as someone who could be treated this way. It had to be one of the two.

‘It must be the latter.’

The first floor of the archbishop’s residence housed the reception room, living room, banquet hall, dining room, and guest rooms it was a public space. The second floor was a more intimate place with the couple’s bedroom, children’s bedrooms, and the archbishop’s study.

The butler passed both the first floor, where the guest rooms were, and the second floor, where the family’s quarters were, leading Ariadne to the third floor.

The third floor was home to the servants’ quarters, attic, and storage rooms.

“This is your room, Miss.”

The room assigned to Ariadne was a wing on the third floor, looking like a seldomused governess’s room.

“Please make yourself comfortable. I will send a maid to serve you shortly.”

After the butler Nicolo closed the door and retreated, Ariadne looked around her surroundings.

It was a reasonably tidy room.

There were several simple silk dresses hanging in the wardrobe. One for going out, one for indoors, and a cotton nightgown for the night. Along with them, a single pair of shoes.

It was just enough to make do.

Ariadne laughed cynically. These clothes were a succinct reflection of how she was regarded in this household.

The bare minimum, as long as it didn’t hurt their reputation. Even after regression, nothing changed.

Knock knock.

“I’m coming in, Miss.”

Without waiting for a response to her knock, the maid walked in.

“Please change your clothes quickly. The archbishop has summoned you.”

Inexplicably, or rather blatantly, it was an arrogant and disrespectful attitude.

“I’ll be waiting outside, so please come out quickly.”

“Who are you affiliated with?”

“What are you going to do knowing that, Miss?”

A spark flew from Ariadne’s emerald green eyes as she caught the disrespect in the maid’s attitude.

Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she

really disliked him

Short intro:

What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.

Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.

Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!

She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.

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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.

This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!

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Synopsis:

Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…

A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead

vs.

An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead

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