Chapter 126: The Princess’s Dignity Completely Shattered, and the Revered Sister Defers to a Villain… (2)

Chapter 126: The Princess's Dignity Completely Shattered, and the Revered Sister Defers to a Villain… (2)

Her laughter grew louder as she imagined Shia savoring her "special" wine, utterly oblivious to her method.

Her chest rose and fell as she worked, her breathing uneven but exhilarated. Droplets of sweat formed on her nose and dampened her back.

Finally, she bent down to scoop the freshly pressed wine into a crystal-clear glass. Holding the glass of ruby-red wine, she couldn't contain her smug grin.

'Here's a little extra flavor, courtesy of your princess!'

To avoid any suspicion, she quickly changed into a fresh pair of stockings and straightened her outfit.

Moments later, Violet reappeared before Shia, her expression serene and composed as she elegantly presented the wine.

The glass clinked softly against the marble table. Violet leaned forward gracefully, gesturing toward the wine with a knowing smile.

"Please, taste it," she said, her tone dripping with mock politeness.

Inwardly, she was already giggling, imagining Shia unknowingly sipping her "foot-crafted" wine.

'Gotcha!'

But her triumph was short-lived.

Shia didn't drink it. He glanced at the glass, then raised an eyebrow at Violet.

"You first," he said, his voice calm but firm.

'...Gulp.'

"What? You want 'me' to drink it?"

Violet's smile froze, her expression turning blank as she stared at Shia in disbelief.

The innocent princess hadn't even considered this possibility. Wasn't he supposed to drink it, evaluate its taste, and praise her brilliance?

'Why is he asking me to drink it?'

Her gaze shifted to the glass of wine on the table. A faint frown formed as she mulled over her options.

'Even though it's my own… feet… involved, I can't possibly drink it!'

What now? How could she talk her way out of this?

After a long moment of internal struggle, she clumsily came up with an excuse.

"Well, um, I only made this one glass. If I drink it, what will you drink?"

She added a placating smile and gently pushed the glass toward Shia.

Shia's sharp eyes stayed locked on her face. Her guilty expression spoke volumes—there was definitely something suspicious going on.

"No problem," Shia said, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head slightly, his gaze pressing down on her. "I don't mind drinking after you."

Violet's breath hitched. Her forehead glistened with sweat as panic set in, her inner thoughts spinning in chaotic circles.

"I… I already tasted it just now! It's… very good!"

Her voice trembled as she stammered, clearly flustered.

Shia's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone turning teasing.

"Why don't you want to drink it? What are you hiding?"

"Did you… add something to it?"

"Spit?"

"Dirt?"

"Or… was it stomped with your feet?"

Each word struck closer to the truth, and Violet's face turned a shade paler. She squirmed, her guilt written all over her.

When Shia hit the bullseye, her heart skipped a beat. She stiffened, trying her best to keep a straight face.

"You have no proof. Don't talk nonsense," she said defensively, though her tone wavered.

"If you're too scared to drink it yourself, I can only assume you poisoned it." Shia shrugged nonchalantly.

He had only been bluffing to provoke her, but her reaction confirmed his suspicions.

As his gaze shifted to the dark red liquid in the glass, he fell silent, as if deep in thought.

Seeing his contemplative expression, Violet's anxiety spiked. She realized she was about to be exposed.

Her muscles tensed, her white silk-clad legs stretching taut as she began inching backward, her movements subtle enough to go unnoticed.

Her eyes darted toward the villa's entrance, mentally mapping an escape route.

But it was too late to flee.

In a desperate bid, Violet sprang toward the door, intending to make a run for it.

However, her plan failed before it even began.

Shia effortlessly grabbed the back of her collar, lifting her like a kitten. His lazy voice carried an undertone of danger.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I-I…" Violet stammered, scrambling for an excuse as her mind raced.

But she had no time to come up with one. Shia pressed her down to the ground in front of everyone, preparing to deliver a lesson.

"Smack!"

The sharp sting on her ass left Violet momentarily stunned.

Without missing a beat, Shia continued.

"Smack, smack, smack…"

The crisp sound echoed through the room as the mischievous princess received her punishment.

Violet's face burned hotter than ever, her humiliation reaching its peak. She buried her face in her arms, letting her long silver hair cascade down to shield herself from everyone's view.

'This is it. It's over!'

'The ultimate social death.'

Her identity as a princess? Her dignity? All of it was gone.

The sting on her ass didn't subside, and she was certain it was already swelling. But what hurt more was the shame—knowing that everyone had seen her like this.

Muffled whimpers escaped her lips, a mix of pain and embarrassment. Her mind was a complete blank, unable to process anything beyond her current predicament.

'Don't look at me! Please, stop looking!'

Her heart cried out in despair, tears threatening to spill as she prayed for the ground to swallow her whole.