A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 28

[Vol. 3] Chapter 28: The First Step of the Peacock’s Display

Princess Sissi contemplated for a long time and decided to start with her strengths. After all, there was a slight difference in aesthetics between the Sith Empire and the Taric Kingdom. One could easily observe this from the fact that the members of the envoy were all fair-skinned, unlike the Taric Kingdom, which took pride in its wheatish honey-toned skin. This represented health and strength. Only the weak and incompetent would, to please peculiar tastes, have fair skin.

Princess Sissi, like other people from the Taric Kingdom, preferred wheatish skin tone and had no interest in fair skin. However, she couldn’t help but be attracted to Amelia Barlen, who possessed undeniable charm, enabling her to break free from the constraints of her preferences. Love could bring about change.

Currently, there was no quick way to lighten one’s skin tone, so she had to focus on other aspects. Although the people of the Taric Kingdom didn’t have fair skin, both men and women had excellent body proportions – slim waists and long legs that were extremely enticing. Paired with the Taric Kingdom’s exhilarating sword dance, it was enough to captivate the attention of onlookers.

As long as she could make Amelia Barlen interested in her, she could smoothly proceed with her plans. And as for the little midget who always stuck to Amelia Barlen…

Even if the two had a good relationship, so what? There was no wall corner that couldn’t be toppled with an unyielding hoe. Could Ifia match her passionate enthusiasm in bed?

Hehe, looking at that delicate appearance, I guess she was probably overwhelmed from the start. This wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Amelia Barlen. So, weak individuals should honestly recognize their own limitations and find someone similar instead of deluding themselves into attaching to the strong.

Thinking about this, Princess Sissi’s sword dance became more vigorous, the blade flashing with silver light, eliciting exclamations from the spectators. They were impressed by this spectacular scene, thinking that the Taric Kingdom wasn’t so bad after all.

However, among these people, Amelia Barlen was not included. She held a teacup, sipping hot tea with a calm expression. Watching Princess Sissi’s sword dance, she seemed as indifferent as if observing a circus monkey performance, without any visible emotional response.

While seemingly engrossed in the sword dance, she was secretly keeping an eye on Ifia. Judging by Ifia’s expression, this little troublemaker was up to something! Amelia wondered how Ifia planned to compete.

Although Amelia found Ifia cute and charming, she also recognized objectively that Ifia was a bit of a clumsy little loser. Being adorable and coquettish didn’t change that fact.

Apart from cooking skills, there weren’t many outstanding talents. That’s why Amelia was even more curious. She wondered what ingenious move this cute little surprise-bringer had in mind this time.

With these thoughts in mind, Amelia took another sip of tea, feeling quite eager. And then…

She saw Ifia proudly lift her chin, a haughty expression on her face as if saying, “I’m invincible.” She reached up, unbuttoned the front of her blouse, and with a slight pull on the hem, revealed her rounded shoulders and a surge of majestic waves.

This left Amelia stunned, almost choking on her tea. Once she regained her composure, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Oh, Ifia! You win! Doing unconventional things instead of being serious. What kind of adorable mischief is this?

Suppressing a smile, Amelia decided not to play along. When Ifia continued tugging at her clothes, trying to make her waves look even more fierce, Amelia intervened. With a swift motion, she raised the neckline back to its original position, causing the waves to bounce along with the movement.

Ifia was taken aback by Amelia’s sudden action. She had intended to follow the script of those seductive actresses in movies and tempt the big shot by revealing a bit of thigh. Apparently, that was the proper way to entice.

But now, forced to interrupt, the courageous momentum vanished, and the feeling of shame immediately returned. Ah, when did Amelia become so good at stopping things, especially at a time like this?

“Is it the outfit that makes you uncomfortable?” Amelia asked, seemingly concerned.

Ifia reluctantly looked up at Amelia, only to see her wearing a serious and worried expression. It was impossible to blame her, Ifia could only accept her misfortune. She wished she had acted more quickly.

“Well, it’s a bit stuffy, maybe because the hall isn’t well-ventilated!” Ifia looked at the wide-open doors and windows in the hall, choosing to tell a white lie. Amelia smiled and reached out to touch Ifia’s head, then deliberately leaned in and said, “Since that’s the case, do you want to leave?”

*Swish.*

Amelia knew Ifia’s little scheme inside out. Although she didn’t think Ifia’s attempt to attract her attention through seduction was wrong, the hall wasn’t empty, and it required a change of venue to give Ifia a bigger stage for her plan. Giving Ifia a slight poke with Princess Sissi’s involvement was amusing, but anything more would be excessive.

When Ifia heard Amelia’s words, she was momentarily stunned. Soon, a restless feeling began to stir in her heart. Ever since she learned about Princess Sissi’s inappropriate intentions towards Amelia, she developed a strong dislike for Princess Sissi. Being able to separate from her was, of course, a good thing.

However, at the same time, she was very hungry. Just now, she was too preoccupied with the secret confrontation with Princess Sissi and didn’t take many bites of her food. If she left now, wouldn’t she have to endure hunger for the whole night? In Taric, it wasn’t as convenient as other places, and the most she could do in her room was eat some fruit to stave off hunger.

*Sigh!*

It was truly a dilemma!

But between Amelia and an empty stomach, she chose the former. After all, missing one meal wouldn’t kill her. However, if Princess Sissi continued to seduce Amelia, she might be infuriated.

Thinking of this, Ifia immediately nodded, indicating her agreement to leave. Ifia’s hesitation lasted only a moment, but it didn’t escape Amelia’s eyes. A casual thought could easily guess what Ifia was conflicted about. Amelia, with a mischievous heart, remained silent, waiting for Ifia’s decision.

Later, when Ifia ultimately chose to stay with Amelia, a smile played on Amelia’s lips. She couldn’t bear to see the adorable Ifia go hungry.

So, before leaving, she outlined their next steps, saying, “While you were taking your nap, I took a stroll around the palace and found out where the kitchen is.” As soon as she mentioned the kitchen, Ifia’s eyes lit up. Hands-on approach, self-sufficiency. Now she wouldn’t have to go hungry!

However…

“Amelia, will the people in the palace allow us to enter and leave the kitchen? What if they kick us out!” Ifia, with a hesitant expression, raised a valid concern.

Normally, places like the kitchen wouldn’t easily allow outsiders to enter. But with Princess Sissi’s relentless pursuit, Ifia felt a sense of urgency. Just like a peacock displaying its feathers to attract attention, showcasing her cooking skills could also highlight her excellence.

This is domestic prowess!

So, without waiting for Amelia to respond, Ifia immediately mustered her determination, her black eyes shining brightly. She was on the verge of patting her chest and promising, “No worries, I’ll use my cooking skills to win them over.”

She wanted to prove to Amelia that, besides acting silly and lying flat, she had other impressive talents! Princess Sissi couldn’t catch up with her even if she tried!

Therefore, in the first step of the peacock display plan, she was determined to successfully infiltrate the kitchen!