They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

This is how you protect Her Highness and prevent her from being humiliated.

All of this was her duty, something she was supposed to do.

Violet didn't sense Aphrodite's "goodwill" at all.

She was very unhappy with her best friend's actions.

I'm so angry and cold! You're not letting me participate in anything!

"Well then, thank you for the invitation, senior. I'll gladly accept it."

As they spoke, Violet put her arm around Nia's shoulder and subtly removed Af's hand.

He even secretly glared at her.

Diplomacy is my job!

If Aphrodite insists on continuing at this point, she will have no choice but to punch Violet's hand.

Helpless, she could only obediently sit down.

Nia smiled.

"It's alright, my host and I are always hospitable."

Aphrodite had already picked up the fruit plate on the table and was feeding Nia with a fork.

"Your Highness, would you like some fruit?"

The obsequiousness couldn't be more obvious.

Violet, however, reached out and snatched the fork directly from Aphrodite's hand.

"How could I trouble you, Sister Afu, to do such a thing?"

"Your hands are the hands that wield swords; they are meant to protect your home and country."

"I'll take care of things like showing respect to our elders."

But it's clear that Afu doesn't agree with this statement.

The two immediately started arguing back and forth.

The scope of the dispute is even gradually veering off course.

Afu: "This is what I should do. As a knight princess, protecting others has always been my duty."

Violet: "As my knight princess, you've never even fed me fruit."

Afu: "Your Highness, shall I feed you a piece too?"

Violet: "Forget it, why don't you go back? I can handle things here."

Afu: "Your Highness, I will stand with you through thick and thin!"

Violet: "You'll have to handle things at home."

Afu: "But it is equally important to stay by His Highness's side."

……

Nia timidly raised her hand.

"You are all guests now, so isn't it our responsibility as the hosts to take good care of you?"

Their gazes returned to Nia, and their intensity returned.

"It's okay, friends don't need to be so calculating!"

Violet smiled, indicating that their relationship had progressed from senior and junior to good friends.

"By the way, senior, I recently bought some beautiful jewelry that I think suits your style perfectly. Why don't you come over to my place sometime to try it on?"

The first strategy to please the queen is bribery.

A good attitude is just the basics.

But to stand out and win the other person's favor, it is necessary to win their heart.

"Taking something that belongs to someone else, isn't that wrong?"

"How could that be? I like you, senior. This is just a small gift to express my feelings."

As Afu watched her prince's demeanor grow increasingly like that of a concubine, she couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Senior Nia, I also have something to give you."

The two women exchanged a glance, both seeing scrutiny and hostility in each other's eyes.

"Your Highness, I'm doing this for your own good!"

—This is my responsibility, so of course I should do it!

Clearly, neither of them could convince the other.

Therefore, unable to understand and communicate with each other, they became increasingly eager to win over the main wife's favor.

Although Nia looked embarrassed, she remained perfectly still, sitting as steady as a mountain.

Can't she see the two of them vying for favor?

I can tell.

It even felt quite interesting.

What's the point of putting the pig's trotters of your argument on yourselves like you did just now?

Shouldn't it be me?

Long witnessed all of this and felt quite helpless.

As she spent more time with Nia, she gradually stumbled upon something she shouldn't have.

Looking at Violet and Aphrodite now, they resembled two concubines vying for the mistress's favor, both wanting the queen's approval.

The culprit behind all of this wasn't even Nia, who deliberately stirred up trouble, but rather...

Under the table, a pair of white-stockinged legs quietly moved forward and kicked the person opposite them in the leg.

Oboro kicked twice before stepping on Xia's foot, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Look what you've done!

If you hadn't been flirting with so many beautiful and outstanding girls outside, would this farce have happened?

Having me and the princess senior wasn't enough, now there's also a princess and a knight princess.

Look, the best friends have fallen out?

Her small, white-stockinged feet stomped and stomped, venting her resentment.

She's going to teach her master a lesson for his philandering ways!

However, just when she was about to teach someone a lesson, her white-stockinged little feet were suddenly grabbed in someone's hands.

Feeling the warmth of her hand, Oboro's heart skipped a beat.

Especially since that hand wasn't just holding, it was even pinching?

Long's eyes grew increasingly melancholy.

The strength in his legs was drained, leaving him with no chance to resist.

It's itchy, and I want to get away from it.

But it can't be pulled out at all.

Long's eyes grew increasingly melancholy.

She gently bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and gave Xia a reproachful look.

You're the one who caused this mess, and now you're even doing this to her...

She felt she had acted very fiercely.

Unfortunately, it actually has no lethality whatsoever.

A hint of apology appeared on Xia's face.

It seems they've learned their lesson.

But the more serious Oboro's expression was, the more viciously she was bullied.

She felt her body getting softer and softer, almost turning into a puddle of water.

He could only reach out and grab the table to maintain his balance.

They managed to maintain a semblance of calm.

A blush crept onto her ears, and she clenched her teeth.

This made his expression even more serious.

On the table, it seemed that Oboro was lecturing Char.

But beneath the table lies a completely different situation.

Char leisurely grabbed the mischievous little foot, a hint of mockery in the depths of his eyes.