Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His excessively pale face looked like a walking demon under the dim castle, and his every move revealed a danger that was difficult to ignore.

He looked forward indifferently, seeming to sigh.

Slowly, he lowered his eyelids and said, "Prince Rusfan, don't worry, I didn't take what happened last night to my heart."

"Of course, I want to thank you for helping me find such a fun toy. I don't know... how to thank you."

His half-smiling gaze fell on the kneeling Prince Rusfan, which made him feel like thorns on his back, and his hands and feet began to shake uncontrollably.

Unable to figure out King Drahera's thoughts, he forced a smile and saluted: "First... as long as you like it, sir."

"Then...Wang now wants to...play...a game?"

he asked tentatively.

The elegant and noble Mr. De La Hera smiled slowly and asked without answering: "What do you think?"

"..." Prince Rusfan seemed to understand something.

Looking at Mr. De La Hera heading towards the boiler room, he hesitated, stood up, and said to the maid behind him:

"Pass the order. From now on, no one is allowed to mention the king's identity, and his pleasure must not be disturbed. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed directly!"

"As you command, Your Highness Rusfan."

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In the attic, poor Miss Mia has no idea that she is the one being played in the game.

She was still thinking that this new blood servant was so nice and was willing to give her breakfast.

The innocent and kind-hearted Miss Mia waited in the attic for a long time.

Standing by the window, seeing that Mr. De La Hera had not come back yet, she hugged the clothes she had changed, put them in the basin, and took them to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, there were already many maids washing the nobles' clothes.

The air is filled with the aroma of various soaps, completely awakening the brain that has not yet fully awakened in the morning.

Mia greeted the maids as usual, then found her seat, rolled up her sleeves, received water, and started washing clothes.

Obviously everything should be as usual.

But this time, when the maids saw Mia, they all stood up, and the scene was quite spectacular.

On weekdays, they would bully Mia for being small and push her into a corner to wash clothes.

But today, they looked at each other, and someone seemed to be kind enough to come over and say, "Miss Mia, can I help you wash your clothes? You are a guest, why bother you to do such a thing?"

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Mia looked at them warily and refused, "No, I'll wash it myself, I don't need you."

She hugged her basin and ran to the corner with familiarity.

Squat down and rub your clothes carefully.

The beautiful dress that Mr. De La Hera had just changed into suddenly became dirty when it came into contact with the sewage on the ground.

The hem of the skirt was dirty and wet, and it was no longer as clean and white as before.

The maids dared not speak.

I wanted to intervene, but I was worried about something and didn't dare to offend.

In the end, they stayed away from Mia and did not dare to approach her at all.

Everyone watched as she washed the clothes, wrung them out, washed her hands, and then left with her small wooden basin.

Before leaving, she gave them a strange look.

Probably they don't understand why they reacted so strongly today.