Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Standing behind Yvonne, Linda shook her head slightly, her expression somewhat helpless:

“Although His Highness the Second Prince is your fiancé, you should still use honorifics in daily conversation. Now—Young Miss, please raise your arms a little more.”

“Wait… ugh!”

Although she felt embarrassed about someone else undressing her, as a child, Yvonne had no reason to refuse now, so she allowed Linda to manipulate her body,

Head Maid Linda skillfully removed her nightgown, and next came changing into undergarments.

“Th-this I’ll put on myself!”

At least let me handle my own underwear~~ It’s too embarrassing!

“Very well.”

Linda smiled slightly.

It seems the Young Miss has grown to an age where she understands modesty.

This Young Miss of the Smollett family that she was responsible for serving occasionally said strange words that others couldn’t understand, and her behavior was quite abnormal. When servants mentioned the Young Miss, they always said she was a somewhat strange child,

But Linda, who had watched Yvonne grow up, knew that although Young Miss Yvonne was a bit eccentric, she was generally a kind-hearted good child.

Nominally a personal maid, for a child as young as Yvonne, Linda’s existence was more like a nanny. So when Yvonne was younger, she would also be responsible for correcting some of her speech and behavior, and also served as her personal etiquette teacher, one could say she was almost like a mother figure.

Under her warm gaze, little Yvonne put on the cotton undershirt and bloomers herself,

Other maids also entered her room carrying trays, filled with various intricate accessories matching the formal dress, and behind them was an older maid to do her hair.

In her memory, except for Linda, the family’s maids often changed, and since it had been quite a long time, Yvonne didn’t really remember these maidservants’ names, realizing this made her feel somewhat guilty.

Actually, she could have done all of this herself, but if a young child who had long relied on adults suddenly did everything well, it would certainly arouse suspicion. So Yvonne put aside her embarrassment and resistance, sitting obediently on the stool like a doll, allowing the maids to wash her face, wipe her down, and dress her.

Ah ah ah…

Yvonne finally remembered.

Every day in the past used to be this exaggerated and complex.

This was the life of a noble daughter.

Linda dressed her in a cyan-colored formal dress, putting the corset dress over her body. The top fit tightly to her body, while the skirt below was slightly large for her, the two parts joined by stitching,

If she were a bit older when wearing this, she would need to wear a corset. Years later, Yvonne who often had to attend social gatherings had experienced that pain, but fortunately her frame was still small now, so it was tied on very easily.

Finally, putting on the small fox fur vest, the noble daughter’s outfit was complete.

At last, after about half an hour, the daily grooming was finally finished.

After putting on her small leather boots, she was finally lifted down from the stool.

Once the Young Miss’s feet were steady on the wool carpet, Linda finally let go of her hands.

“Today’s dress suits you very well, it complements your beautiful golden hair nicely.”

Brought to the full-length mirror, as a lady should check if her attire is properly worn after dressing.

A noble daughter carefully protected,

This was who she was now.

Such a troublesome life, did she have to go through it all over again?

Surely not…

Yvonne inwardly let out a wail.

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“Oh my goodness!! Thank the heavens… You’re so beautiful, truly an angel!”

Seeing her, the middle-aged man in fancy clothes immediately broke into a wide smile, his neatly trimmed mustache curling up with his grin.

They say children are always children in front of their parents.

This saying is not without reason,

Seeing the man before her, Yvonne felt like a child in both body and mind, lifting her skirt and running over to throw herself into the man’s arms.

“———Papa!!”

“My dear daughter.”

The man who smiled and picked her up was her father—Duke Campell Smollett,

Being able to see her father was always something that made Yvonne happy.

Because of the sudden villain accusations that fell from the sky, she hadn’t seen her father for almost two years,

“Hehe, it seems that tailor from the Eastern country does have some skill. I knew this dress would suit our Yvonne! How is it, do you like it?”

So the dress was specially made for her, father was still doting on her so much. Thinking of this, Yvonne felt touched.

“Yes, I love it… Thank you, Father.”

The girl answered somewhat shyly, she seemed to be gradually getting used to this body,

Perhaps because her body had also become that of a child, her emotional expressions had become simpler and more direct.

Children still have many privileges, hugs like this felt nice too.

“Are you hungry? Come, let’s eat with Papa———”

Father happily sat her on his lap.

However, upon seeing the sausages with charred marks glistening with oil, baked apples, small veal steaks with ribs, red wine, and bread smeared with melted cheese on the table so early in the morning, Yvonne couldn’t help but complain:

“It’s too much———Papa!”

Seeing the table full of high-calorie foods laid out so early in the morning, remembering her father’s later high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol, she felt exasperated.

“You can’t eat so much! If this continues, your weight will increase again! From now on, let’s have the head chef make less in the mornings! You should eat more vegetables and fruits in the morning!”

“Young Miss…”

Gently speaking up, Linda standing behind her shook her head slightly, this gesture meant to remind her to mind her speech and behavior.

But Duke Campell didn’t seem to mind, still wearing a smiling expression,

“It’s alright, my daughter is concerned about me, so I’ll do as she says from now on.”

He raised his hand, covered in rings, towards the head chef nearby, who bowed respectfully to indicate he understood the order.

The surrounding servants were also used to this, after all, everyone in the mansion knew the Duke was a daughter-con.

Looking around, Yvonne didn’t see the figure of the person she wanted to see, so she tugged on the sleeve of her father, who was cutting baked apple pieces for her.

“Father… is Mother still unwell?”

“Lena…”

Hearing this, Duke Campell’s face filled with worry, and he sighed silently.

“Lena said she wasn’t feeling well this morning, so she won’t be joining us for breakfast.”

Hearing this, Yvonne felt a vague heartache.

Mother’s poor health wasn’t something that had just started a year or two ago.

Since Yvonne could remember, her mother had always been bedridden.