Everyone thought that I was deliberately trying to become the mistress of the young master of the Duke's family, including my "love rival".
That's really great.
I hope they can continue to think like this.
"I heard that there is a new cat-like maid in Prince Jarnovich's house. He is so fascinated that the young master even disappears from the princess he grew up with. He spends all day with the little maid."
"But I heard that the little maid has a fiancé? She seems to be a city patrol officer. She usually wears a military uniform and walks by. She is so handsome."
"Who would be willing to pay attention to a little city patrolman who can be the mistress of the young master of the Duke? Don't look at her usually weak and unassertive appearance. She must have been preparing for a long time to be the mistress of the young master."
The two were chatting animatedly, but they didn't realize that behind them, the central figure in the conversation, Fan west, was walking by holding a brand new maid uniform. She nodded secretly: BINGO! The premise is wrong, the inference is wrong, the process is wrong, but the result is correct!
Three rules for getting along with Fanxi:
1. Don't take what she says lightly
2. Be careful when she approaches you
3. She is not the "heroine"
Reminder before reading:
1. Atypical western fantasy, low magic background.
2. The heroine is a cruel and ruthless Madonna character.
3. No CP. But there is a friendship line between the heroine and the heroine.
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Concept: A story about resistance to fate, responsibility and love
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What kind of writing style do I have? Whose boss is the trumpet? The spring breeze has not melted away the frozen soil, but under the warmth of the rising sun, there is still a chill in the air.