"Fenna! Where have you been? Come and try your skirt, you'll wear it at the ceremony tomorrow."

The morning of the new day in Brenadan City kicked off with the scolding of the "Second Lady" of the Prodmoore family. Finna Jinjian didn't sleep well all night and was pulled to the dressing mirror by his smiling mother.

In the large manor on the edge of the city, the maids of the family walked around busyly, sending His Royal Highness the princess's clothes and accessories, and then the court's etiquette officer tried out the makeup for Princess Finna.

This is a busy and serious process. Without considering the identities of these maids and etiquette officers, the current tense atmosphere is more like a preview of a war.

“Can I not wear it?”

Seeing her mother and the etiquette officer enthusiastically discussing the style of the skirt, Finna showed an expression of indifference.

She looked at the sea-blue long dress in Mrs. Jin Jian's hand, and it felt like her mother was walking towards her with a pair of shackles. The dress was beautiful, but it was definitely not suitable for Finna.

Oh my God, the luxurious and extremely impractical lace decoration on the skirt made Finna suspect that she would tear it apart with a little force.

"Can I wear a suit of armor?"

Finna took a step back, held her arms and said to her mother as if she was pitiful:

"I can wear that flashy ritual armor. I promise I will clean up my heroic appearance. Aren't the people in this country very martial?

I think they will like me if I come forward like that.”

"Well, the Kultilas may like you because of this."

Mrs. Jin Jian nodded seriously and said to her daughter:

"But the elves of Quel'thalas will definitely think that your armor has embarrassed the Elf Kingdom. You also know how poisonous the mouths of those boring nobles in Silver Moon City are, right?

You are not just the princess of the Prodmoore family, you are also the next generation of the Golden Sword family.

You must take into account both the senses of both humans and elves.

come over!

Change into this outfit, or I will change it for you.”

"It makes no sense for you to say this!"

Finna retorted:

"This is a family matter, and the elves of Quel'thalas are not qualified to evaluate them."

"Oh, when I was pregnant, I really should have followed the advice and stayed away from those magic experiments."

Mrs. Jin Jian sighed, reached out to stroke her daughter's hair, and said with pity:

"Look at you now, it must be the energy radiation of those magic experiments that caused my daughter to become like this now, and she did not inherit the wisdom of the elves at all.

You actually naively think that tomorrow's ceremony is a family matter...

The envoy of the Sun King was already on the way, my poor Finna, His Majesty Anastalian treated this visit as a matter of government affairs between countries.

Your father seemed to have reached some political agreement with the Sun King, so the Sun King sent his most trusted Honor of Salorian Morning Seeker to come here instead.

Whether you want it or not, you will become the spokesperson of Quelthalas in the oceanic country of Kurtiras in the future.

This is a fate that you cannot escape, do you understand?

My Earl of Finna.”

"ah?"

Finna glared and said:

"When did I have an extra earl...I was temporarily enthroned by the Sun King? He is so cunning, how could he do this! I don't want this title at all.

Please refuse me, mother.

I think it's troublesome enough to be this princess. I really don't want to participate in the bloody and troublesome political affairs in Yinyue City."

"It's too late. And the future you resist is something that countless people can't get even if they want. Your future is destined to be bright, my Finna, this is what you deserve."

Mrs. Jin Jian chuckled.

Looking at her daughter who was constantly dodging, she suddenly raised her hand and threw out an arcane bondage, fixing Finna in place.

Amid Miss Jinjian's screams, the maids next to them rushed forward, took off all the clothes on her body with quick movements, and put their new skirt on His Royal Highness the Princess.

Of course Finna can resist.

She only needs to inspire her anger to break the magic bondage effect, but that also means that she will hurt the innocent maids around her.

She could only stare at her mother with a slightly angry look mixed with helplessness.

Mrs. Jin Jian didn't care about her daughter's eyes at all.

She just stood there and threw another silent magic for Finna, then held her chin with her hands, looking up and down at her doll-like daughter dressed up and down by the capable maids as if she was supposed to be.

"No, don't use these shoes. Finna is already very tall. I don't want her to look like a tall swan, using those flat crystal shoes.

That was chosen specifically for her.”

"And this makeup is so gorgeous. My Finna is still a little girl and can't control this kind of noble lady makeup. Just use the lightest foundation and lipstick."

"Don't tie her hair up, straighten her hair, right! That's it! This little guy was addicted to warrior games all day long, wasting her beautiful long hair.

Spread her hair and add a pendant to her as an ornament.

How beautiful.

My daughter will definitely make those men fall in love with you like this, and maybe it will trigger a duel or two."

Mrs. Jin Jian and the etiquette officer next to her discussed and tried makeup.

Finna felt that she had become a test subject for the evil mage. She wanted to escape, but under the suppression of her mother's eyes, she could only stand here honestly to accept this "humiliation".

"This skirt is about to strangle me to death!"

After a few minutes, the effect of silence dissipated, and Finna immediately shouted:

“Would you like to loosen it a little bit?”

"No, this will make your waist look more in line with the slenderness unique to our elves. Years of warrior training make your body shape even, but it does not conform to the aesthetics of our tribe."

Mrs. Jin Jian shook her head and stressed:

"You know how elves are demanding on this aspect. It's fine on weekdays, but tomorrow's ceremony cannot be careless. You must attend in the most perfect form.

I don't want your picky people to behave perfectly, your appearance must be amazing enough."

"Enough!"

Finna couldn't stand it anymore.

She pushed the maid away and shouted to her mother who was still polite for her:

"I don't want to be the spokesperson for any elves. I'm not interested in Anastarian's politics at all! I accept this title because of your request, Mom.

Don't go too far!

This is not the life I want, you promised me.

If those pointed ears insist on choosing a spokesperson to execute their will, you should let you do it. You are good at these, aren't you?"

"Fenna."

The sudden outbreak of his daughter made Mrs. Jin Jian stunned.

She was holding another more exaggerated skirt in her hand. She looked at her daughter who reached out to tear her skirt open and said:

"Don't do this, I just want to..."

"What you think has nothing to do with me. I don't want the bright future you think, I'm really fed up. I just came to Kultilas for a while, and you and Dailin feel that you have the right to change me into the good daughter you want?

You really want a child who is as obedient as little Jiana, why don’t you give birth to another one?”

Finna tore her breathable skirt and kicked the crystal shoes on her feet aside. She spread her hair that had just been straightened into a casual look, and picked up her hunting suit again.

She glanced at her silent mother and said:

"I will not live my life as you imagined as a perfect princess as you think. Dailin wants to be a good father, but he can't even take care of his own family. What qualifications does he have to take care of me?

His guilt towards Drake is his business, don't let him find the satisfaction of being a 'good father' here.

I'm not his tool.

I don't need his care either!

Oh my God, everything here makes me breathless. My plan for my life is not like this! I will never wear the ridiculous dress you want to wear me.

Maybe he is right.

Maybe I shouldn't let you choose between me and Dailin.

That's me wrong.

I love you mom.

You no longer have to worry about not being able to make a choice between your love and family affection, I will not force you anymore.

Tell your Dalin, I will attend the title ban ceremony, and I will call him Father, and I will accept Prodmore's surname as he wishes.

But it’s not because I love him so much, but because I love you very much.
To be continued...