Chapter Twelve: Contrast Princess
“Is that so? Then you must have had a hard time these past two years.”
“Not really, it feels like I just took a nap in a narrow space.”
“Witches are truly amazing. But… being so close to a witch, as an imperial princess, I’m doing something that defies both morality and law. It really feels… exhilarating.”
“…”
Yifu spent half an hour managing to calm down the nearly explosive princess.
Although Yifu appealed to her reason and emotions, ultimately stabilizing the situation and making sure nothing happened…
But looking at her Highness, who was pressed up against her, there was something on her, or rather, to be precise, something clinging, like those sheer pale pink over-the-knee stockings on her legs?
You could say she was dressed or undressed.
While Yifu recounted her experiences from this period, she helped the princess pick up the scattered clothes around the room.
“So, I had no choice but to come here to ask for your help, Your Highness.”
Yifu slightly bent her knees, jumped up, and precisely hooked the pink panties hanging from the chandelier with her fingers.
One must say, the princess has quite a bit of strength. Yifu was somewhat puzzled about how this thing ended up up there.
“Call me Alice.”
Her Highness Princess Alice rested her chin on her hand, lying on the sofa, her small feet wrapped in translucent white stockings swaying slightly, exuding a touch of playfulness along with a barely concealed joy.
After all, this was the first time in two years of unrequited love that she saw her dream girl again.
Princess Alice looked at Yifu with eyes that seemed to spin threads.
“Alright, Your Highness. Please put on your clothes first; after all, it’s a bit chilly…”
“Is it? But I feel a little hot. You have no idea how hard it is for me with those bindings around my chest and waist, squeezing on me all day. Since I have this rare opportunity to relax, why not let me just talk to you like this?”
Her Highness pouted her delicate lips and softly whined to Yifu.
If it were anyone else, seeing the usually dignified and gentle princess act like this, even sharing her little-known troubles, they would probably have fallen head over heels.
But who is Yifu? She knows Princess Alice better than anyone.
In Yifu’s memory, ever since she helped her before, the princess became utterly devoted to her.
This girl seems earnest and even a bit aloof in demeanor, but don’t let her appearance fool you.
Her composed demeanor in public is all a facade. When alone with Yifu, she unreservedly reveals all of herself.
As she puts it, Yifu is a special person, and she doesn’t need to wear various masks in front of her; she just likes being herself.
When Yifu first heard this from Princess Alice, she felt quite happy, thinking that she had opened the long-repressed heart of the princess.
She even encouraged her, supporting her to be herself in front of Yifu, calling it their little secret.
But little did she know… the princess was actually a cunning little succubus, completely swayed by Yifu’s personal charm.
It was only after that Yifu learned that this dignified princess actually had a drawer full of toys to hide away, which she even showed to Yifu. However, for the original Yifu, this memory was an absolute shadow…
Moreover, Alice specifically emphasized that these toys were non-intrusive, aiming to keep her most important things for Yifu.
She even took out her favorite and said she wanted to give it to Yifu.
This frightened Yifu so much that she ran away in the middle of the night, and she ran fast.
This is also why, although Yifu had already sensed the Little Cunning Wolf’s intention to report her as a witch, she didn’t seek help from Princess Alice.
After all, she only needed to have Princess Alice operate from behind the scenes, capturing the Little Cunning Wolf under the charge of providing false evidence to frame the Church’s Cardinal Deacon, and with a big memory restoration spell, Yifu could continue living her simple and quiet life of helping others.
But Yifu didn’t do that, partly because of her obsession with the Little Cunning Wolf and partly because of the deep psychological shadow Princess Alice cast on her.
However, this princess, as twisted as she might be, and as much of a contrast as she embodied, her affection for Yifu was truly heartfelt.
This was also the reason Yifu, after much thought, chose to seek her help.
After all, Yifu’s charisma was simply too strong; at critical moments she delivered help like a gift from heaven. A beauty saving a beauty, and asking for nothing in return, with looks that were stunning and actions that were efficient and graceful—let alone Princess Alice, even a steel bar would be bent under her charm.
Princess Alice grew up in a rather oppressive environment; she rarely smiled and, as a dutiful princess, had nowhere to release the accumulated pressure.
So having finally caught Yifu, she naturally wanted to show her most genuine side without reservation.
Yifu had to admit, it was very authentic… authentic to the point of leaving only a pair of thin, see-through white over-the-knee stockings. Was there anything more authentic and unreserved than this?
“I remember the last time we met two years ago, you were like this too. You likely maintained this look alone when I wasn’t around quite a bit, right?”
“Nonsense! Last time we met two years ago… I was wearing black stockings.”
Princess Alice declared the first half of her sentence with conviction, only to realize something and soften her tone a bit.
That look could be described as adorable, but Yifu knew she couldn’t be fooled by it.
This girl… would eat people without spitting out bones.
“We haven’t seen each other in two years, and I really thought you were dead. Do you know how I lived these two years?”
“You can tell by checking the wear on the little toys.”
Yifu said nonchalantly.
“Ugh!”
Princess Alice nearly cried out in grievance, her eyes brimming with tears, and Yifu finally sensed something was off.
This girl didn’t seem to be putting on a show to evoke Yifu’s sympathy; her expression of grievance seemed genuine…
“You could have come to seek my protection, but you didn’t… I only found out about this on the day you faced execution.”
“My world crumbled… Those who judged you, executed you, and even cursed you after your death—I dealt with them in various ways. Now there’s basically only one target left, and that’s your daughter, Vivian.”
“One could say that for these past two years, your shadow has been everywhere in my life. I miss you so much, yet when I see you again… you don’t even spare me a hug.”
