Misha then displayed a sly smile, much like the countess.
“I can see why such an observation is unavoidable. How wonderful it would have been if Prince 1 had ordered Lysanga, not Roarga, to send a lady-in-waiting.”
The implication in Misha’s retort was clear: it sounded like Prince 1 preferred the bastard from Roarga over anyone from Keril’s Lysanga family.
Oh, Misha, you do have some game!
Keril’s eyes widened for a moment before she clenched her mouth shut. The young ladies were eyeing each other nervously.
The atmosphere was tense, so unlike the joviality that prevailed during the earlier talk about Duke Kaidel.
It seemed the princess had made a mistake by leaving me to the mercy of these girls; they needed proper oversight.
Why do I find this so lamentable?
Keril was angered.
“That sounds like a slight against our Lysanga family, Miss Misha.”
“What? How could you misunderstand? I mean, abilities are what matter for attendants. Like only taking in academy graduates, for example. That’s all I was pointing out.”
Though Misha’s act of humility was perfect, everyone here was seasoned in these matters.
Keril glared at Misha and said,
“Exactly, academy students must have excellent qualifications. After witnessing your leadership at Count Ankarth’s party recently, I thought to myself that not just anyone could become an academy student.”
What she referred to as “leadership” was clearly not the original intent.
Was that Ankarth, the filthy rich Count Ankarth?
Misha wore a grimace, as if she’d bitten into soil. Clearly, Keril had hit a nerve.
“The young men couldn’t leave your side, enthralled by your smile. You were truly the flower of that party.”
Keril’s tone suggested that Misha had acted more like a hostess than a guest at the party.
But I was puzzled. I knew how Misha acted at parties. Misha was like a fountain when she was in crowded places.
She would sit quietly in the middle where everyone could see her, then wait for people to admire her and throw coins of compliments and wishes into her metaphorical fountain.
And she’s trying to please men at someone else’s party? It was just the other day that she was weeping over Duke Kaidel.
The teacup Misha set down rattled with her trembling hands, and the eyes of the nobles flitted about in confusion.
It was a story hard to believe.
What on earth was she doing after struggling to enter the academy?
Misha forced a smile, but she couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice.
“Lord Keril, that could be misunderstood. Neither my beauty nor the attention of the nobles is my fault, is it?”
“Everyone knows that Miss Misha would do anything for Lady Ankarth. Haven’t you heard?”
Keril whispered softly.
“Come to think of it, you were already a maidservant.”
Misha shot up from her seat. The teacup she held seemed ready to fly at Keril at any moment.
Good heavens.
Both daughters of Count Roar couldn’t possibly cause trouble in the royal palace.
“Misha!”
When I called her softly, Misha glared at me, simmering.
Despite Keril’s brutal attack, the person Misha despised most in this room was me.
Seeing that, Keril sneered as if he had been waiting.
“An illegitimate child raising her voice to her enemy, that was the problem from the start.”
Just then, the door opened.
“Her Highness the Princess has arrived.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
