Did you do it

Vexia plays her superficial deep love alone, and Adrian doesn't believe half of it.

 But Vexia likes him, so vocally, that rumours have even begun to circulate that the bossy and prodigal Princess Vexia , is going to take heart for a guard, and won't even go to The Majestic Muse anymore.

 The rumours were quickly made up into a flirtatious ditty, and in less than ten days, it was so catchy to the children on the streets that it was impossible for the palace not to react.

 This day, the Princess House is very lively, not only the Palace sent people, named to the Princess to send some fresh things sent from all over the world, in fact, is to check the rumours.

 And Adrian's worst fear still happened, not only in the palace, but also Miss Selene, to whom he had been betrothed since childhood, heard the rumours about him and the princess and sent a special letter to ask him for a meeting.

 He was now detained in the Princess's house, and the epistle of this appointment passed through Vexia's hands before it reached Adrian.

 Vexia read the letter and gave a meaningful smile.

 And then before she could do anything about it, there were already some people on the pop-ups vocalising for her about Adrian's lack of male decency.

 While those who still had any sense were still reprimanding her for what she'd done, Vexia was happy to watch the pop-ups as a joke as long as they didn't cause any real harm.

 "Hey, I love him so much, I serve him up myself."

 Vexia muttered to herself, turning over her fingers, and said, "These hands of mine have not even served the current saint."

 Of course, what she meant by waiting on Adrian was simply "accidentally" splashing water on Adrian's body and bed.

 But twisting black and white backwards is Vexia's modus operandi.

 She sighed, "Now he's actually going behind my back to meet his lover ..."

 Vexia has learnt some internet vocabulary by bullshitting with the pop-up comments these days and speaks it very smoothly.

 "You guys are right, if he's so unmanly, don't blame me."

 The pop-up comment section was a chorus of agreement, drowning out those who still had their wits about them, and the system, if it had an expression, would have been dumbfounded.

 The system has been secretly evaluated over and over again several times, and the assessments have all been that Vexia is a candidate for modification.

 But it rarely ran into such a stumbling block, it had been a month and five days since it was bound, not only was there no progress in the transformation task, the object of the transformation had turned against her and started to manipulate the people who watched the live broadcast to speak for her, and she hadn't realised what she was getting herself into even now, she was still treating everything as a game.

 Vexia ordered the letter to be delivered to Adrian, then propped her jaw on one hand and slowly rubbed the tip of her small, straight nose with the tip of one hand.

 This time, Vexia's action, not only Lucy and Mia can read it, even the live pop-ups can tell that she's holding back her bad thoughts.

 Some of them wailed and brushed that she was too bad to deserve a makeover, and some of them displayed a fly rubbing their hands together in anticipation of her detrimental move.

 After all, in the ancient text generation world that I read before, the people there were all respectful and obedient to the system, and there were even those who called the system a god.

 It was the first time they'd seen an ancient like Vexia bouncing on the bottom line of the system, and it was very exciting that Vexia was able to hang out her clothes on the high tension line like that without having any idea of the rules or how the system worked.

 She didn't stop Adrian from going to see his Miss Selene, and prepared a carriage and even well-fitting regular clothes for him; he had recovered from his injuries pretty much, and when he changed into a brocade robe, he looked like a flamboyant, gentlemanly man again.

 Vexia has outrageously dragged the chief butler from the palace, Gabriel Phillips, her father's butler, to the gates of the Princess's house to "see her lover off".

 She looked at Adrian with an expression of sorrow and deep emotion, not daring to be angry or to speak, and looked at him with earnestness, and the love but not the love of a little daughter was done very well, "Come back earlier in the evening, I ordered people to prepare your favourite dishes ... for you.".

 Butler Gabriel Phillips' face, which had always smiled at everyone, was a little stiff at the moment.

 He'd watched Vexia grow up, and the last time he'd seen the revered princess look like this was when she'd had an accident when she was eleven.

 He has been by the Emperor's side for many years and no kids in his all life,but Vexia has spent the most time in the Emperor's presence, and he, an old slave, has the audacity to privately regard Vexia as half his daughter.

 I came here today to see what was going on with this Adrian, and now that I've seen him, I find that he actually dared to make the princess suffer.

 Adrian would have blown up into a hedgehog by now if he had enough hair on his body.

 An internal fire rose at the thought of the unique dishes that Vexia prepared for him every day, dishes that could lift a man's sky high.

 He ate so much that even getting out of the house became an ordeal.

 He had to admire Vexia, her underhand tactics were feared even by the Ministry of Justice, and every day Adrian listened to her mouth off about how much she loved him, and how everyone thought she liked him.

 But his life and living, so many little things that can't even be brought out in detail, torture Adrian to the point where he feels like he's in more pain than he is in a prison cell.

 At the moment he wanted to sneer very much as he listened to Vexia's hypocritical words.

 Privately, what little deference Adrian now had for Vexia had long since burned away in anger and hatred.

 But at the moment Gabriel Phillips, the butler, was looking on, and even if he had a great deal of anger, he didn't dare to show half of it to Vexia, and with a strained face he got into the carriage, and soon drove away.

 After Adrian left, Vexia turned her head and actually squeezed out a pair of crystal tears, she reddened her nose and eyes, and said to the butler Gabriel Phillips, "I'd like to thank the butler for running, and tell Father that I like everything, I won't see the butler off, I'm a bit unwell."

 This is not a physical discomfort, this is clearly a heart discomfort!

 Vexia said a sentence with three shudders, turned around and was helped towards the courtyard by Mia, although her mouth said not to see him off, Lucy sent the butler Gabriel Phillips to the carriage, still hard to give him most of the bag of gold beads.

 Vexia had been around the Emperor the longest, and had learnt all the tactics she should or should not have learnt, from the time she was held in the Emperor's arms as a child who knew nothing about approving the zhengzhi.

 Gabriel got on the carriage, his face was suddenly gloomy, the accompanying little butler who brought with him took one look and knew that this living Yan Wang, who was known as the Nine Thousand Years Old King in the Imperial City, was annoyed.

 Vexia was helped by Mia to the front of her house and the tears had dried naturally.

 There was no trace of sadness on her face, and she opened her mouth, "Go fetch Tristan for me, I miss him."

 Tristan thought that Vexia really did not want him anymore. He had been in a state of anxiety for the past few days, but he was surprised to be picked up by the Princess's family, just like the princess who was summoned to be honoured by the Emperor in the emperor's carriage.

 Once inside the Princess's mansion and out of the car, she hurried into Vexia's room.

 "Princess."

 Tristan stood in the doorway, dressed in a moon white robe, clearly the head honcho inside The Majestic Muse, most adept at coping with the tactics of love.

 Tristan was born with eyebrows like a distant mountain, like a poem like a picture, walking in the street if no one knows his identity, I am afraid that he will be mistaken for which book of the family of the gold noble gentleman.

 Vexia loves how Tristan looks like a man who'd rather die than hold the scent of a branch.

 More than anything, I love the waves that fill the garden when he serves someone.

 The live pop-ups that were initially waiting for her to make a big show of herself were all out of it at this moment, although they would have loved to see some limited restricted level, but unfortunately the system was artificially retarded, and as soon as the Princess played for real, it immediately blacked out.

 The ones watching live don't want to see a black screen, they're tired of seeing boneless superficial dudes like Tristan, they want to see Adrian!Already making a scene on the screen.

 -That's it. That's it. I've got my trousers down and that's what I'm being shown.

 --Just let Adrian go to his lover's? Shouldn't he have intercepted? Make a scene?

 --Don't let us down, Princess!

 --She doesn't deserve a transform. I'm tired of saying this one's hopeless!

 -System reassessment!

 Vexia naturally saw the pop-ups swiping on the live screen, only she had no time to pay attention to how they were screaming right now.

 If she wants to fix someone, she needs to do it herself? And run to intercept? It's not humiliating enough.

 The True Princess never fights jealousy herself.

 The live screen went black, the pop-up screen brushed a large swathe of curses, and after a long time, when the live stream lit up again, Vexia was reddening the ends of her eyes and stroking the face of the person kneeling in front of her with a face full of contentment.

 "Still, you're the most comforting." Vexia ran her fingers over Tristan's brow.

 Tristan's lips were bright red, and what he had done spoke for itself, his hands still resting on Vexia's calves as he kneaded her, his face in no way showing what he had just done.

 The live stream pop-ups were swiped with everything, mostly because they felt cheated.

 Vexia lazily rested her calf on Tristan's thigh, leaning back and being comfortable when suddenly the door to her room was kicked in hard.

 The only one who dared to kick in the door of the princess's room was Adrian, who was being deliberatelyspoiltby Vexia these days.

 Mia and Lucy both had a look of surprise on their faces, and Vexia didn't even lift her eyelids.

 It was Tristan, kneeling on the floor, who was startled, but more surprised.

 In the presence of this lord he served, there were never many who dared to speak loudly, let alone kicking the door so arrogantly.

 Adrian stood in the doorway with a sullen face against the harshest of the midday sun, as if he were on fire behind him.

 He was pulling a lot of punches, and was clearly pissed off.

 The voice that came out of his mouth was also like broken ice falling to the ground, "Did you do it?"

 The live pop-up saw Adrian kicking in the door and was originally confused along with Tristan, but quickly swiped the screen in confusion and enlightenment.

 ——What did the princess do?

 ——I'm blind? Hasn't she been fooling around? What's going on with Adrian?

 ——+1 A confused face, when did the princess do what? I just peed and missed it?

 —— The one in front of me is leaking pee, I'm impressed.

 ——Does the princess need to do it herself? Tsk.

 ——Is that the old butler?

 The pop-ups were swiping fast and Vexia sat up a bit straighter at this point, looking lazily at Adrian, "I thought Captain Black was off on a private lover's date, why are you back so early?"

 "Did you do it!"

 Adrian walked in in a rage, he wasn't an impulsive person, but there were some lines that every man had to draw that couldn't be touched.

 His cheeks strained out into harsh lines as he stood in front of Vexia, towering over her, his eyes like two knives that wanted to run Vexia through and through.

 But there was still a bit of sanity left in him, and a lot of what he said wasn't fit to be heard by onlookers.

 Closing his eyes, he glared at Vexia and said, "Please dismiss the princess, there are some things my subordinate would like to ask the princess."

 Vexia glanced at him obliquely with the ends of her lustrous red eyes, then smirked and said lazily, "What's with the fire, Captain Black didn't get to meet your Miss Selene?"

 She eyed Adrian's bruises at the corners of his forehead, the blood in his eyes, and admired for a moment the rage that made him want to kill but not dare to do it, before she said softly, "Get out, all of you."

 Tristan didn't move, glancing at Adrian and then at Vexia, his mind more flustered than if Vexia hadn't seen him in ten days.

 He didn't know what was going on with Vexia and Adrian, but he could tell that Vexia was different to Adrian.

 When did the Princess ever allow anyone to act so freely in front of her eyes?

 Tristan didn't move, and when Vexia didn't say anything, he continued to rub her more reassuringly, but Adrian looked coldly at Tristan and opened his mouth to tell him, "Get out."

 "Slave only listens to the Princess alone."

 Tristan looked at Adrian from the bottom up, although he didn't see any retreat on his face, but when he met Adrian's angry eyes, he couldn't hide his panic. After all, Tristan is just a fake young master raised in a pleasure centre, but Adrian is a real son from a military and martial arts family.

 "Get him out." Adrian turned to Vexia again.

 "Let him out ... Will you rub my calves?" Vexia propped her elbows on the table and looked at Adrian with a raised eyebrow.

 Adrian drew the dagger at his waist.

 Vexia raised her eyebrows higher.

 She doesn't believe that Adrian would dare to hurt anyone.

 But the next moment Adrian turned the dagger on himself.

 The pop-ups blew up, all wondering what was going on.

 Adrian is betting on it.

 He didn't have any capital that he could use against holding Vexia to ransom, he had just worked out a little something that he couldn't figure out but at least dared to gamble on through all the days that Vexia had been pestering him.

 She's afraid he'll get hurt.

 Ever since that incident at the Tiger Cage, she had been very afraid of him getting hurt.

 Although he would still torment him with a lot of small things, he never let the guards make a move on him again, and the Imperial Doctor in the Princess's Residence checked his injuries countless times a day, and even the scrapes from his own accidental falls had to be questioned.

 Sure enough Vexia's expression changed when she saw him turn the dagger on herself.

 After a few moments of silence, she kicked Tristan gently and said with a black face, "Get out."

 Because the system in her head had issued a warning, indirectly forcing the victim to injure herself counted against her.

 Vexia gasped and laughed.

 After Tristan went out, Vexia pointed to the dagger Adrian had placed against her stomach and said, "The men are out, put it down, my baby."

 She spoke through gritted teeth as the pop-up viewers went crazy with laughter.