The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo is just a frail 14-year-old boy at the moment, wearing a court dress that does not match his gender, his skin is pale and transparent.

Due to long-term malnutrition, he did not have the height he should have at this age, so he raised his head desperately to see the tall and slender man.

Standing behind this man, Jiang Zhuo felt an invisible but powerful coercion.

That is the forceful atmosphere from the superiors who have been in high positions for a long time.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help swallowing nervously, now only he knows that he is not a princess at all, but a genuine boy.

Hearing the movement, the young Duke turned around slowly, and a breath-takingly handsome and heroic face came into Jiang Zhuo's eyes.

The other party was wearing a neat pure black military uniform, with cold military boots under his feet, the double-breasted buttons were meticulously buttoned to the top, and the tassels on the shoulders were straight down, and there was an obvious mark of the highest rank on it.

There was no emotion in those dark and beautiful long and narrow eyes, as if they were wrapped in a cold oppressive feeling, able to see everything.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help lowering his head.

——If anything is discovered, according to the regulations here, he will definitely be executed on the spot.

This scene was reflected in the cold eyes of the Duke opposite—

The young princess lowered her head fearfully, her long hair, which was as beautiful as broken golden streamers, was slightly curled, and was gently draped on her thin, white shoulders, reaching to her waist.

Her small hands folded on the fluffy skirt in front of her, she seemed a little nervous, and her slender wrist seemed too tight to hold.

Lance narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes.

Wouldn't that be a little too skinny for a royal princess?

He was about to speak.

Suddenly an old man rushed in, and Jiang Zhuo recognized that it was one of the people who bought him.

The old man bowed respectfully to the man and said: "Your Excellency, Princess Katia seems to have caught a cold recently, it is best not to get too close to you."

Hearing the words, Lance closed his eyes coldly, looked in Jiang Zhuo's direction again, hummed quietly, and said in a calm and calm voice: "Then, Earl Cliff, at least let me finish my salute to the princess."

Cliff was a little surprised when he heard that, the Duke of Lance never saluted anyone other than the king, what now... After a few seconds, Cliff could barely hold back his expression, nodded and walked away.

Jiang Zhuo has been silently standing by as the background board, because the arrival of the earl made him feel relieved.

But soon, he found that the Duke suddenly and lightly tore off the pure white glove on his left hand, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Jiang Zhuo retreated subconsciously.

But the other party's hand, which was as beautiful and noble as a work of art, still held his fingertips lightly and accurately.

Lifting it lightly, Lance bent slightly and lowered his head, his thin lips reflected on the thin skin of his knuckles.

Jiang Zhuo felt a strange feeling, he raised his eyes carefully, and looked at the unparalleled handsome Duke.

But it just so happened that Lance raised his eyes, and his cold and speculative gaze was projected from under his thick long eyelashes.

The two eyes met.

There was an uncontrollable tremor in Jiang Zhuo's heart inexplicably, as if there was an extremely dangerous beast in front of him, Jiang Zhuo suppressed it calmly, and lowered his eyes again to hide.

After saluting, Lance left the reception hall.

Cliff has always bowed his head respectfully and sent the man away.

No one noticed that when he walked out of the dark golden flower-carved gate, Lance looked down at his finger that just touched the little princess.

...The little princess of the royal family should be pampered and pampered since she was a child, with delicate and flawless skin, but the fingers of the "little princess" just now don't seem to be like this.

Lance lowered his eyes and put on his white gloves again.

When Lance left, Jiang Zhuo heard Earl Cliff coldly say: "Come with me."

They went to a hidden dark room.

—Changing the previous respect, Cliff said arrogantly, "If you don't want to be executed, then you'd better do as I say."

Jiang Zhuo didn't feel nervous about the man before him at all, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Zhuo was a little astonished. Maybe it was because he hadn't reached the voice change period yet. The voice of the original owner was soft and soft, no different from that of a girl.

Such a voice can make him better disguise as a girl.

And Cliff also looked at him when he heard the sound, thinking, then there should be no need to feed the orphan with voice-changing medicine.

He said: "You have to pretend to be Princess Katia for a while. Tell everyone what to say and do. I will send someone to teach you. After that, you can go home. No one will know all this, understand Is it gone?"

Jiang Zhuo thought for a while and nodded.

Although he was dissatisfied with this man's domineering attitude, he had to be flexible.

The palace is heavily guarded, and he is still unable to go outside to live independently—minors will not be hired, and if they have no money, they can only be reduced to the streets.

During these three months, he had to figure out a way to escape from the court, and also had to plan his way out in the future.

After that, Jiang Zhuo began to study the secret court etiquette.

He was taught by a harsh court etiquette teacher named Alia, who always wore a monocle with a thin chain around his neck.

Because she was born in a noble etiquette family, she is full of disgust and rejection of people living at the bottom of society, and thinks they are rude, dirty, and dirty.

But now she has to teach such a pariah, she feels extremely disgusted.

So she never touches Jiang Zhuo directly, but uses the prepared thick long pointer, as long as the opponent has a slight failure, she will beat down hard to vent.

Although Jiang Zhuo's etiquette is already very good.

"Shoulders back open!"

In the dark secret room, the long and thick pointer in Alia's hand was about to fall heavily on Jiang Zhuo's shoulder again.

Jiang Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he avoided it.

Alia immediately scolded: "Who allows you to hide? Let me stand still!"

She immediately raised her hand and wanted to hit again.

But Jiang Zhuo, who had been beaten several times for no reason, couldn't help but raised his head when he saw this, frowned and said coldly:

"If the earl finds out about your corporal punishment, I'm afraid he will revoke the honor of your so-called ceremonial family?"

"Heh." Alia sneered when she heard the words, and whispered a word of stinky mouse—that was about Jiang Zhuo.

She proudly said: "You think the Earl doesn't know? But if social trash like you is not still useful now, no one will care even if you die here in the next second."

After Jiang Zhuo heard this, he also smiled coldly, "Really, if others accidentally saw that the princess had scars on her body, tell me, who should be punished for this? Is it you or the count?"

Aaliyah looked at him like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, "Being seen by others? Then the secret that you are a boy will be revealed. Are you not afraid of being executed?"

Jiang Zhuo didn't change his face, but there was cold disgust in his eyes.

Seeing this, Alia still felt a little more apprehensive. Their family was just given a dispensable honor, and they didn't have enough confidence.

But other intangible punishments are still indispensable.

Alia curled up her lips and said, "I will tell the earl that you don't want to cooperate with your study, and you don't even want to eat tonight. Let's make a good night of repentance here."

After speaking, she took out the key and prepared to open the heavy secret room door to go out.

Jiang Zhuo looked at the woman's proud back, and couldn't help but feel angry on his brows. Since binding this broken system, he hasn't done anything again.

Most of the people I met were kind people.

He also hasn't encountered this kind of garbage that takes pleasure in torturing others for a long time.

It reminded him of the time when he was six years old, when he obviously did nothing wrong, but was pushed and fucked into a small black room by the life teacher of the orphanage, where he was locked up for two full days without a drop of water entering.

The teacher even forgot that a child was locked in by himself, and he almost died in it.

Jiang Zhuo pulled his lips mockingly, got up and walked over, grabbed the woman's long braid abruptly, pulled her back, and snatched the key from her hand.

Running out, while closing the door, Jiang Zhuo smiled at the furious woman inside and said, "I think you should be the one who should repent."

Then he locked the door, put the key in his pocket, clapped it, and went back to the princess' bedroom.

He changed the long dress in disgust, but the other clothes were also princess dresses, new clothes re-sewn by the maids.

After all, it's impossible for him to wear the real Princess Katia's clothes.

But to be honest, Jiang Zhuo doesn't want to wear girls' long skirts every day at all, which makes him feel very ashamed.

Whether it was corsets or obscene pants, he felt especially uncomfortable in action.

After finally getting used to it a little bit, Jiang Zhuo decided to go outside for some air.

He dismissed his maid and went to sit in the garden alone.

The sky was gray after it had just rained, and there was a hint of early autumn coolness in the air.

Lance was invited by the earl to come to the garden to discuss matters. He inadvertently saw the girl sitting on the stone bench among the flowers, with an expression of indifference beyond her age.

Different from what I saw last time, this time the girl was wearing a quiet light blue long dress. I don't know what wronged her. She pursed her lips expressionlessly, and it seemed that even the dazzling blond hair in the past had become somewhat dim.

The earl beside him was still chattering, and Lance stopped.

"My lord Duke?" Noticing his pause, the other party asked in a low voice.

"You step back first." Lance's phoenix eyes were light.

"Alright sir." The other party bowed and left without asking why.

Lance stopped and closed his eyes for a moment, then raised his legs and walked towards the girl.

Jiang Zhuo was thinking about how to make a living after escaping from the palace, when he suddenly felt a shadow over his head.

He raised his head in a daze, his pupils gradually widened, and it turned out to be Lance, the Duke.

This time he was still wearing a neat and ascetic double-breasted military uniform.

At that time, the invisible pressure and spying surfaced again.

Jiang Zhuo got up reflexively, retreated, but forgot that there was a stone bench behind him, stumbled, and leaned forward unsteadily.

He could have stood on his own.

Unexpectedly, the indifferent and tall Duke in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand to support his waist.

Those slender hands with well-defined knuckles, wearing spotless white gloves, and the outline of ten fingers wrapped in pure white cloth, are all so beautiful that it is difficult to pick them up.

Press firmly on his waist, because the belt of the dress is made of silk, and the slightest heat seems to be transmitted faintly.

Jiang Zhuo subconsciously wanted to thank him, but the subtle warmth and strength that could not be ignored were really embarrassing.

He couldn't help struggling, and whispered in embarrassment: "Your Excellency, please let go."