"Take it out——! Take it all out!"

With a "bang" sound, the maids Xiaolan and Xiaoju stood outside the door helplessly holding a few pieces of clothing.

The two looked at each other, and Xiaolan gave Xiaoju a hint. Xiaoju nodded helplessly and whispered into the room: "Miss, you have been angry for several days. You are getting married tomorrow. You

At least let’s try one on first!”

"Don't bother me!" Fiona screamed, not as cold as a few days ago, and her beautiful face was full of anger.

That night, a stranger broke into her room and ran away almost unscathed. In the past two days, she had been feeling bad. She had lost all her previous calmness and calmness. All she could think about was that one person.

Black people.

Not only did her swordsmanship, which she was proud of, not blind the man's eyes, the man even took away one of her things before leaving. The situation changed so quickly that she didn't notice it, but later

When she was changing her clothes, she realized something was wrong. She dismissed the maid and rummaged around the house alone for a long time, and finally confirmed that her things had indeed been taken away by that bastard.

In the past two days, whenever she thought of that person's squinting eyes, and how she would be treated if her things were taken away, the anger in her heart seemed to be fueled, rising up slowly.

.

She was deeply impressed by those eyes. She couldn't even describe them as impressive, because they were simply imprinted in her mind. As soon as she closed her eyes, those blue-grey eyes appeared in her heart, as if they were in her heart.

Just laugh at her.

This was a huge blow to her. The family swordsmanship that she had been practicing since she was a child ended up in such a situation for the first time in a life-and-death fight. And after that day, even if she wanted to practice swordsmanship again, she would still be unable to do so because of the constant struggle.

The suppressed anger in my heart makes me unable to be as relaxed and freehand as before.

And she is a proud and self-respecting person. The harder it is to perform to her best, the more she has to continue practicing. The result is like a vicious circle.

Coupled with the fact that the wedding was approaching, the two things combined made her irritable.

Fiona had fought against this marriage with obvious political significance countless times. With the temper she had developed since childhood, it would be a great humiliation for her to be allowed to be manipulated, even if the initiator of the marriage was her biological father.

So. But after countless struggles, it is difficult to escape the shackles of morality and family affection.

Regarding her fiancé, she sent someone to inquire. Her mother was a direct daughter of the Crownguard family and was married to the Milisil family. He had a relationship between the two families. Once the marriage was successful, it would not only be Laurent and Milisil.

, the two families will have great benefits together with the general Pitt Crownguard who just won the Deno War, and their many allies.

The person she was getting married to, Caesar Smilisil, was said to be handsome, personable, well-educated, and very decent in dealing with people. He worked in the royal capital, so getting married to her seemed like a match made in heaven.

It seems that everyone benefits, but the only one who has to sacrifice is her, the youngest daughter of the Laurent patriarch, the proud daughter of the family, and the genius of swordsmanship, Fiona Laurent.

Listening to the low voice coming into the house from outside the door, Fiona's anger surged in her heart again. She stood up and was about to slam the table when she suddenly thought of something and stood quietly in the house, closing her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, Fiona had suppressed all her anger and resentment in her heart. She picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it in one gulp. Fiona's cold voice reached the door.

"Bring them all in!"

Hearing the sudden calmness of the voice, the two maids, who were well aware of their young lady's temper, looked at each other with surprise written on their faces.

...

"Miss, you are so beautiful!"

In the large room of Laurent Manor, the evening wind blew into the room with a hint of warmth, stirring the wind chimes hanging between the windows, and sounded crisp songs. Fiona sat in front of the large dressing mirror, standing behind her

The two maids, one on the left and one on the right, carefully applied eyebrow pencil and foundation on her little by little. There were many maids coming in and out with different things at the door, but without exception, everyone stepped lightly.

, I dare not disturb the lady in the house putting on makeup.

Fiona looked at her delicate and beautiful face in the mirror in trance, with no expression on her face.

Wearing a pure white gauze skirt, she tied up her slender and well-proportioned figure, but it looked just right. Whether it was the mountains on her chest, the plains in her belly, or a pair of jade arms with white gloves, they all made her look beautiful.

She looked so beautiful that Xiaolan, the maid, put down her eyebrow pencil, raised her eyes to look at the woman in the mirror, and couldn't help but admire her.

This sound also brought back Fiona's mind. Her eyes slowly focused on her face in the mirror. Her pink shoulder-length hair was draped quietly and softly behind her. Her pair of fair and petite ears were just right. Her pink eye shadow made her look very beautiful.

She looked mature and charming, and her light red lips seemed to contain the world when she opened and closed them.

Fiona ignored the maid's praise and gently raised her arm, looking under the lace white gloves. The fingers were not as rough as those of a swordsman, but were instead slender and delicate.

Will such a hand no longer be able to hold a sword from tomorrow on?

Fiona was lost in thought for a moment, her lips pursed slightly, her heart full of unwillingness, but her eyes were calm and deep,

Why do I have to accept this fate? Leave my future to a weak man who I have never even met?

What did I get in exchange for sacrificing my life?

Several surnames advance and retreat together, and several families have long-lasting blessings? Perhaps the original intention of this marriage was simply because the man had a mother named Mianwei?

Fiona felt ridiculous, she wanted to laugh, but today, she seemed to have suddenly forgotten how to smile. She couldn't even remember that as long as the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, she could instantly show her beauty that would attract all men.

Is this my future?

Her fingers were slightly open, and through the gaps between her fingers, Fiona seemed to see her future life. She would marry into his family. From the moment she opened her eyes every day, she would have to keep smiling and nod politely to everyone's greetings.

. Wearing a heavy and cumbersome long skirt and high heels, you must have a noble posture with every step.

The blue steel sword was hidden in the corner of the cabinet in Laurent Manor for a long time, covered with fine dust. Ten, twenty, thirty years...

It has been so long that my hair has turned gray and my body has forgotten how to dance a sword. Every step I take is trembling and needs someone to support me. Only then on a warm afternoon do I inadvertently see it. But at that time, I no longer have the ability to dance.

I feel the urge to pick it up.

The rapier is like the pride I left behind after my marriage, I can never pick it up again.

Maybe I will be happy?

I heard that my husband is a gentle and well-educated person. He will be kind to me. He will tolerate my bad habits and condone my little temper and temper. We treat each other with respect, treat each other as equals, and spend the rest of our lives together in an ordinary way.

years.

Maybe I will still be obsessed with my past self, lose my temper in the morning of one day, and try to restore everything to the past. Maybe one day, I will stop tired and try to accept my new identity. And then for

The man gave birth to children.

Maybe those are very good, but...

I just don't like it!

Slowly clenching her hands, feeling the blood flowing through her body and the surging power contained in her graceful body, Fiona's eyes slowly regained focus.

He put down his arms and looked at himself in the mirror quietly. His calm and deep eyes flashed with pride and unyieldingness.

A perfect and glorious life, this is what I, Fiona, should pursue, and it is also the mark that flows in my blood and will never be erased.

Having made up her mind, Fiona only felt the incomparable joy in her heart at this moment. There was no anger, no haze, and she was no longer affected by the assassin in the slightest. At this moment, every cell in her body seemed to be reborn. At this moment

, she felt extremely powerful.

The breeze blew by, blowing the white gauze skirt, blowing the lace veil, blowing the long pink hair, and also blowing the wind chimes of fate.

"Jingle bell."

...

At the same time, in Milisir's house and Caesars' room, there was a lot of people.

"Two golden tassels are missing from Master Caesar's dress, please find someone to replace them quickly!"

"This top hat is a little crooked. How do you do your work???"

"Who has seen Master Caesar's sword? Where is the sword? I just saw it!"

"We're leaving in a few hours, why are you so fussy about it?"

Different from the quiet scene in Fiona's room at Laurent Manor, Caesars sat obediently in front of the makeup mirror, motionless and allowed the maids on both sides to manipulate his face.

The figures behind him were wandering, coming and going, coming in and out, making it a lively scene.

"It's so tiring to get married!"

Facing Julian's half-smiling face standing beside him, Caesars smiled bitterly. He was about to speak, but at the request of the maid beside him, he honestly raised his chin and closed his mouth.

As a result, just as Julian finished speaking with a sigh, he was lightly tapped on the back of the head, and then a beautiful woman with a hint of irritable scolding sounded in his ears: "Assas, if you have nothing to do, just stand."

Stay away, don't get in the way here!"

This time it was Caesars' turn to laugh at Julian. Under his mother's endless scolding, Julian smiled, ignored Caesars' playful eyes, and ran out of the door, taking two big breaths. Julian just

When he wanted to stretch his legs, he was respectfully invited back into the room by the beautiful woman's maid.

The reason is that I am afraid that the makeup I have applied will be stained by the outside air!

Hearing this sentence, Julian couldn't laugh or cry, but under his mother's vague gaze, he got into the house obediently, found a corner that was not obtrusive, and stood aside honestly.
Chapter completed!