After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

"!"

Luke flicked like a frightened cat, and the hairs on his back exploded.

The book in my hand didn't hold it steady, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lance's eyes moved slightly, and he was about to pick up the book.

"Stop!" Lu Jia hurriedly said.

"...Your Highness?" Lance stopped moving.

The golden hair that exploded on Luke's head fell back,? He breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the book pretending to be calm, and patted the non-existent dust on the pages of the book.

He hides the book behind his back without a trace.

"Avoiding sudden noises behind the master,? And not being curious about what the master is doing, is the most basic courtesy of a servant, Lance."

Luke's voice was cold, his face was calm, but if he looked carefully, there was a blush on his cheek, and he didn't dare to look Lance directly in the eyes.

——He was using reprimand to cover up something.

"I have some private matters to do." He raised his chin and straightened his collar. "Master Moore should be here soon. Tell the housekeeper to prepare to receive him."

"Yes, Your Highness." Lance said.

Then he saw that his highness was walking steadily—in fact, he fled out of the bedroom in a panic, with the book still in his hand.

It wasn't until he was out of Lance's sight that Luke's face began to flush uncontrollably.

"The Servant of Love",? Hah.

What would Lance think of him if he found out he was reading this kind of book?

Do you think he fantasizes about being courted by Lance? Is he fantasizing about some sticky, ambiguous, disgusting relationship with Lance?

Thinking of that hellish scene, Luke wanted to throw a few vases on the spot to vent his anger.

"Who messed with the master?" An Qiluo's voice came, "I'll kill it."

Only then did Luke realize that he had unknowingly walked onto the tree-lined path, and Angelo was walking beside him.

He was used to the "hound" boy's elusiveness, but he didn't expect,? Then Angelo bent down deftly again, and saw the title of the book leaked between his fingers at a glance.

And read it aloud.

""The Servant of Mei Shang"? I've heard of this book, but I didn't expect His Highness to read it too."

Luke's eyes darkened, and another name was added to the assassination list in his heart.

"I didn't read it." He justified with a cold face, "Someone threw the book, I picked it up, and I'm planning to return it to that person."

Angelo let out a melodious "Oh", apparently not believing it.

Luke took a deep breath.

Is it too late to travel back now?

His image in front of his servants has been completely ruined!

"Who wrote this 'good' book?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Heyman, a playwright, also writes poetry." Angelo scratched his face, "But he seems to have some special hobbies, he likes to write some glorified male-female infidelity, which is very popular among ladies. "

He looked eagerly at Luke, and said cautiously: "He is very famous in the Holy Kingdom, and his operas and novels are also good. Your Highness won't let me kill him..."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "You look very reluctant."

An Qiluo realized that the master was just joking, so he grinned mischievously: "Of course I don't dare."

"Forget it." Luke brought up the business, "tell me, what happened to the assassin at the Mayflower Ball?"

An Qiluo's expression became serious: "The news is solid, the assassin leaked the news, and a credible person told us that the guy bragged on the woman's bed, saying that the sword would be stained with royal blood..."

Someone is going to assassinate the little prince at the Mayflower Ball, Luke had expected it.It's not because it was written in the parchment, but because—as long as he officially starts to compete for the throne, the assassination, poisoning, and framing will not stop.

The people at Toheka Manor checked it out and found it.

In the original plan, he would not interfere in any way, and let the assassin's sword penetrate into the body of the "stand-in"...

But now, Luke hesitated in his heart.

He paused a moment before asking: "Have you heard about the Belloc Moore scandal?"

"Of course. This matter was widely circulated at the time, drinking and gambling in taverns would inevitably make jokes about drinking—"

Angelo told Luke all about this.

This story is also related to a viscount named Charlotte.

Will Knight fell in love with Miss Charlotte at first sight, and Miss Charlotte fell in love with her childhood sweetheart next door brother Belloc.Knight Will couldn't make love, so he challenged Belloc to a duel.

The later version of the rumor also added a lot of imaginary gaudy plots, which ruined Miss Charlotte's reputation.

"Don't even dare to fight for the woman you love, you're not a man." An Qiluo curled his lips.

Luke caught the loophole: "But was Miss Charlotte really his 'beloved woman'? Bellocmore was only 14 at the time."

"14 years old?" Angelo was surprised, "There is no mention of this in the rumors."

Luke put his knuckles under his lips and fell silent.

He thought about it, maybe there was something hidden about what happened back then, but what did it have to do with him?

Belloc is just a pawn he wants to use.

He doesn't need curiosity and sympathy, that will just get him in trouble.

in the living room.

Belloc sat on the sofa, pinching his hat tremblingly, not daring to breathe heavily.

Lance stood by the window, looking away from the green forest in the distance.

He looked at the young man on the sofa, and said politely, "Master Moore, would you like something to drink?"

"No, no need!" Belloc's voice almost broke.

"You are His Highness's distinguished guest, please don't be reserved." Lance said with a smile, "If you need anything, please feel free to ask me."

Belloc hurriedly said: "It's really too numb, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Lance paid him no attention, then looked out the window.

Two small black dots appeared at the end of the boulevard. Luke took off his cloak and threw it to Angelo, saying something.

Angelo shyly plucked the leaves of grass from his hair, wiped the dew off his body, and happily put on Luke's cloak.

Then, under the gaze of Lance, Luke said goodbye to Angelo and walked towards the castle.

Lance's eyes were darkened under the shadow of his eyelashes.

He looked out of the window and said to Belloc: "I wish you a smooth completion of Your Highness's order."

..."Complete order"?

Belloc suppressed his fear and thought carefully, feeling that he understood something.

The servant was implying that "playing His Royal Highness" was not a whim of His Highness's whim, but an important task.

"I will." Although the boy's voice was small, it was firm.

Maybe it was Luke who gave him some kind of strength, Belloc didn't tremble when he answered this time.

Lance glanced across his face and left the drawing room before Luke entered the castle.

For some reason, His Highness did not want him to meet Belloc.

Then he disappears.

—Of course, it was just missing in front of His Highness.

So, when Luke finished dealing with the goddamn "The Servant of Love" and returned to the living room, he saw Belloc waiting for him alone.

Convincing Belloc to act as himself suddenly became smooth, and the boy didn't refuse his orders anymore, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Belloc closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the cowardice in his eyes was gone.

He seemed to be a different person, his gestures were full of the arrogance of a prince, his slightly raised jaw and the corners of his mouth with a sneering smile were exactly the same as Luke's, and even the tone of his voice was lifelike.

Surprise flashed in Luke's eyes.

The talent Belloc showed was beyond his expectations.

"You are a natural actor." Luke couldn't help but admire.

After putting down his acting skills, Belloc turned back into that low self-esteem boy.

"It's just the surface. There is a world of difference between me and Your Highness."

Luke smiled and said, "That's right, compared to yours, my acting skills are much worse."

"No Your Highness, I mean you..."

"Everyone has their own strengths. I am good at being a prince, and you are good at being an actor." Luke rested his chin with his hand, "Maybe in another era, your acting skills will make you sought after by tens of millions of people."

"Your Highness is joking again."

"I'm not joking." After all, modern stars have a high status. "I'm curious, how did you develop your acting skills?"

Belloc was silent, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Probably because I want to escape." His light blue eyes drooped. "When I pretend to be someone else, I feel very relaxed, and I think...it's so nice not to have to be myself."

Hearing this, Luke's eyes widened slightly.

The "self-loathing" Belloc said he had never felt before sounded unbelievable.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel compassion.

"But Miss Charlotte likes Belloc, not anyone else." Luke said.

Belloc's face suddenly turned pale.

"Your Highness, you...understand?"

Seeing his expression, Luke suddenly regretted mentioning this matter.

"It's just one version of the story. If you'd like to tell another version that's more true, I can listen to it later."

He stood up from the sofa, and changed the topic somewhat unnaturally: "Now, let's go to tailor your props."

Belloc thanked him for not pressing further.

The props for cross-dressing include wigs, pearl powder, some white clay that can modify the outline, and potions to change the color of the eyes.

"Drinking it for three consecutive days can temporarily turn the eyes purple, and it will be excreted by the body soon after stopping." Aphra handed a small medicine bottle to Belloc, "I'm still making wigs, and I also need to learn makeup A certain amount of time... but I promise I can get it all done before the dance."

"Thank you, Aphra." Luke said, "This is Master Belloc Moore. I believe you will have many opportunities to cooperate in the future."

Hearing his name, Aphra's face changed slightly, she didn't show contempt like the others, but rather complicated.

The two greeted each other.

Luke observed his younger sister's expression, sent Belloc to rest, then closed the door, and pulled a high stool to sit beside Aphra.

"What secret do you know?"

"I happened to chat with Miss Charlotte when I was treating my grandfather." Aphra said while tidying up the bottles and jars. "Belloc is very pitiful. I hope my brother will not look down on him."

The beginning of the matter was similar to the rumors. The countess and the knight were of the same family, and the two families were planning a political marriage regardless of the countess' objection. In order to force the lady to submit, the knight even used many obscene means.

"One time, in order to avoid Knight Will's crazy pursuit, she had to escape into the Moore family's manor. It was Belloc who kindly let her in—and Knight Will took the piss on him."

Afra looked sympathetic.

"What happened after that is as my brother knows. The rumors were brought into the Royal Knights with Knight Will, and they were exaggerated many times at the wine table. The real situation was changed beyond recognition."

Luke crossed his hands: "So Belloc and Charlotte are not in a romantic relationship. When challenged, Belloc was completely baffled by it?"

"It sounds so." Aphra regretted, "Miss Charlotte wrote that she was very guilty of Master Moore - Belloc used to have a gentle and generous personality, but because of the influence of rumors, his personality became more and more like the one in the rumors." That coward."

Luke's fingers tightened, and it took him a long time to sneer.

The sharp arc at the end of the eyes seems to be able to scratch people.

"That thing in the Royal Knights is called Will, right? Earl Buck's youngest son."

Aphra pursed her lips and said, "I know my brother is very angry, but the forces of the Royal Knights and Earl Buck are not easy to mess with."

Luke smiled slightly: "Don't worry, just change the plan a little bit."

He sat up and smiled at his sister, "Good news, you can enjoy the Mayflower Ball without any worries."

It's just that that smile looks like it can kill.

The real Belloc is not as hateful as in the original book, he is more hateful than him, and he is more suitable for being stabbed. Isn't this another one?

Luke sneered as he squeezed his knuckles and walked out of the infirmary, his leather boots slammed into the corridor.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and they walked back.

The sound of footsteps was fast and frivolous, no matter how I heard it, I felt that the owner of the sound was a little... guilty.

Afra: "?"

Then she saw her brother who had gone and returned knocked on the door.

"That novel called...," Luke said a little uncomfortably, "Hyman's Forbidden Love novel is on my desk. Is it yours?"

""The Servant Who Loved You"?" Aphra said the shameful name openly, "Have you watched it, brother? I put it on the table to recommend it to you, but I forgot."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. "I don't like watching that weird stuff at all!" he growled.

The current Luke wanted to kill in another sense.

He gritted his teeth and said, "The book is the eighth from the left of the third row of the bookshelf in my bedroom. I wrapped a new cover for you. If you don't want it to appear in the fire tomorrow morning, you can go and get it yourself."

Aphra stared at him for a while, a smile gradually spread on her face.

She even hummed a tune with pleasure.

What they didn't know was that the novel that Luke hid had fallen into the hands of another person before it was taken away by Aphra.

half an hour ago.

After tidying up the little prince's bedroom, Lance straightened the candlestick on the desk, and glanced at the bookshelf when he looked up.

There was an extra copy of "Day and Menstruation".

His Highness never puts religious scriptures in the bedroom, and never prays before going to bed.

The eighth book from the left in the third row...Lance took down this novel disguised as a scripture.

"The Servant of Love".

The sound of pages turning could be heard softly in the bedroom. He was reading very fast and carefully, not like reading a romantic novel, but rather like reading some religious classics.

The heart-touching sadomasochism in the story did not bring him any emotional fluctuations. Lance's face was calm, but his eyes gradually changed from surprise and bewilderment to dazed.

He is studying hard.

It turns out that only by doing this can the male servant "fascinate".

It turned out that His Highness liked such a plot.

... Lance felt that he understood a lot.

The author has something to say: Lance (thoughtful): I have learned it, and I plan to practice it in the next chapter.

Luke (toe-picking Barbie's luxurious castle): This is a wonderful misunderstanding.

Thank you all for your previous comments!Lance's "Mei Shang" learning value +10086, please make persistent efforts!

——Because the book "The Servant of Mei Shang" has soup but no meat? XD

Little Lance is still the innocent sesame stuffed dog who only knows how to kiss and "sing" but doesn't know how to make people "sing"

感谢在2021-06-06?22:23:00~2021-06-17?13:01:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast deep water torpedoes: Wu Lei’s wife? 25; Zhang Zaogeng? 3; Yi Qingqiu? 2;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: leaves? 2; oxyhydrogen root, edamame? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Sheep and sheep have no money, clothes light and fur? 3; Elegant words, Mo Dingxian, Nalan's little girl? 2; Luo, Yingzhushi, Sleeping, ( *^*), Lulu, Kechichi, Ash my baby! ! , Nianxiang? 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：鹪鹩?28瓶；青衫?24瓶；夜雨、噗啦噗啦?10瓶；落?9瓶；凉吃兔?6瓶；不想学习、42125623?5瓶；浮生若梦、夜听雨、鸢、李白、G&S?2瓶；七七、一条条形码、九思?1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!