Faced with Mrs. Lancashire's near-serious doubts, Isabel Walton intends to assert her "rightful rights". As he walked towards the stone bridge, he said, "Margaret, I know that the king has laid down a law on dress, which defines the types, fabrics, and colors of clothing for different classes of society. However, there is no law that prohibits aristocratic women from wearing knightly or men's clothing, right? ”

Probably, Margaret Wycliffe has never met a young woman so tough and daring to contradict her own opinions since she was born. He walked to the stone bridge, looked at her closely, and said, "Isabel, you are a noble woman. While you use your looks, words, and wisdom to show others your charm, you also learn to use clothing to show your nobility and beauty as a noble woman. ”

"Noble? Beautiful? Margaret, do you want me to show off my big breasts, slender waist and beautiful buttocks to men? ”

"Well, that's right. In doing so, it is possible to show that women are different from men. ”

"So, you're still going to order me to do something I don't like to do?"

As soon as Margaret heard the word "order", she blinked and recalled the conversation between the two of them. She was already accustomed to showing herself to outsiders as the noble and proud Countess of Lancashire, and she hurriedly smiled and said, "Isabel, I am not ordering you. Just as you are accustomed to giving valuable, good advice to others, I am only suggesting to you. Really, I didn't order you. ”

Isabel did not hate or reject the countess, who might be younger than herself, and she was willing to be friends with each other in private. It's just that she really felt a little uncomfortable with the women's clothing that was popular in England during this period.

"Madam, please hurry up, do you want Your Excellency, my father, and Mr. Lawyer to wait a long time at the table?" Isabel glanced at the two sergeants on duty at the gate of the stone bridge and whispered.

"Isabel, why are you so ......" Margaret didn't finish her words when she noticed the look in her hand.

Lady Lancashire nodded slightly, then turned behind her to the maid and the attendant who followed, and said, "Except for my personal maids, Betty and Alice, everyone else can go back." ”

Betty, the valet of the valet, stepped forward and saluted and said, "Madame, are you going back to your room now to change your clothes?" ”

Margaret, who maintained the image of the countess, said: "Yes, Alice stays, you go and prepare." ”

Seeing this, Isabel had no choice but to follow Margaret back to the lady's room on the third floor of the castle's main building. When the maid opened the countess's wardrobe, she found it full of bodygies made of thick texture, luxurious appearance, and soft to the touch of dark satin and velvet.

The tights on the upper body have a V-shaped neckline and a straight neckline, and the robe sleeves have tight sleeves, lotus sleeves, and a slit on the outside of the elbow. The skirts on the lower body are without exception a Faqin Gale skirt with whalebone skirts. As for the crescent hood, it is matched with each dress. There are as many dresses as there are hoods.

When the two valets skillfully changed Margaret into a dress for dinner, Margaret said to Isabelle, who was standing by with a slight frown, "All right, little girl of Sir Augustine, just let you wear your dress to dinner." ”

Isabel sighed slightly, and walked to the side of the chair and sat down to admire the newly dressed Lady of Lancashire. After seeing that the other party did not object to her opinion, Margaret smiled lightly and said to the maid, "Alice, go and call two more maids to change Miss Isabel's clothes." ”

"Ma'am, are you really going to put me in a dress?" Isabel said helplessly as she cocked her right leg and propped her cheek with her right hand.

"Yes, look at your current appearance, where do you look like a noble lady?"

As she spoke, Alice led the two maids back into the room. After saluting Margaret, Alice said, "Madame, which dress would you like Miss Isabel to wear into yours?" ”

Margaret thought about it and said, "You put that one on for her... Dark brown one. At least some people will not see Miss Isabel's dress and falsely accuse her of overstepping the rank of clothing. ”

At this time, Isabel suddenly said, "Madam, how can you have a dress below the rank of countess?" ”

Margaret glanced at her and said, "This is the dress I wore before I became Lady of Lancashire." Now, would you still like to wear it to dinner? ”

"Okay. Madame, I have one more request, can I remove those things from the tights? ”

"Take the contents out? Isabel, if you do this, you won't be able to keep you tall. ”

"It's okay, it's just dinner anyway."

After two maids, who are also skilled in dressing, change Isabel into an old dress from the Countess's girlhood, and Isabel feels like she can't even walk. Although the upper body tights have removed the hard cloth corset inside, she can actually hold up the women's bodysuits of the near middle of the 16th century with the physical fitness of women hundreds of years later.

When the leather armor, tight jackets, leggings, high riding boots, wide belt, and two short swords were taken away by the maid, Isabel hurriedly said, "Wait, where are you going with my clothes and my sword?" ”

The maid was puzzled and said, "Miss, this is your belongings, and I am going to send them back to your room." ”

Margaret smiled and said, "Isabel, even if you give these things to others, I'm afraid no one will want them." ”

Isabel looked a little sad and said to her, "The leather armor and dagger are specially made by me, and I need these items for my duty. ”

Isabel Walton, dressed in a woman's costume and jutting out of her breasts, waist and hips, followed Lady Lancashire into the castle's dining room with her eyes almost wide. When Sir Alstin saw his daughter, who was finally dressed in women's clothes, he gazed at her with a look of relief, smiled and nodded.

Jacob, who was sitting on the throne, did not expect that today he would have the privilege of seeing Isabel dressed in feminine clothes. Ever since he followed his wife, Margaret, into the dining room, his eyes had been fixed on Isabel's face, breasts, and even her uncordoned waist.

As for Robert Althorp, who sat at the end, he looked at the female guard in women's clothes with surprise and surprise. In his opinion, Sir Augustine's daughter looked strange in women's clothing.

When the two unusually beautifully dressed women sat down, Margaret looked at her husband, who was not looking at her, and said, "Jacob, can dinner begin?" ”