The little maid 'Yada' sat on a wooden chair outside the hostess's bedroom, her head dozing little by little.

Outside the window, the beautiful String Moon was hazy and quiet, and the moonlight caressed Yada's sleeping face through the gauze curtains. Although a shadow flashed out of the shadows in dissonance, it did not wake us little maid with a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

Yada was having a sweet dream at this time. In the dream, the handsome prince Rochester is holding her hand and dancing softly at the ball. The prince's face was so handsome, it was almost the same as the eldest son 'Cliff' in the candy shop.

Cliff, no, it was the Prince of Rochester's hand around Yeda's waist and slowly slid down to the melodious music, eventually landing on her full buttocks. This made Yada's face flush.

"Your Highness, the King, Prince?" she asked in a shy whisper.

"What's the matter, my little cutie?" asked the prince affectionately, "what is the matter with my walnut fudge, my caramel chocolate, my most delicious candied chestnut?"

"No, it's nothing......" Yada bowed her head in a huff.

If the prince wants to touch it, let him touch it, and I'm sure I'm going to marry him anyway. After marrying a prince, he will do something even more shameful. Thinking about this, Yada's face turned even redder.

"You seem to be a little hot, my fruit gum, my cheese filling, my vanilla pudding, you seem to be about to melt, do you need me to help you take off the icing?"

"Well, right here?" said Yada, a little flustered, "but there are so many of them here." ”

"Of course it won't be here, and I'm not going to let anyone see the white carcass of my milk gin," said the prince, picking up Yada, and striding out of the golden ballroom into the quiet and deep corridor.

Yada leaned her face against the prince's chest, and looked fearfully and expectantly at the end of the corridor, the bedroom decorated with many sweets, approaching little by little in her own eyes.

At this moment, "bell bell bell", there was a crisp rattle from the hostess's bedroom. The sound woke Yada from her dream, and she reflexively stood up, a gray-covered book slipping from her lap.

The little maid Yeda couldn't care about the book that had fallen to the ground. She looked left and right in a bit of a panic, and after turning around twice in a daze, she focused her eyes on the tray on the round coffee table next to her.

"Whew, I'm glad I didn't forget. Yeda let out a long sigh of relief and lifted the tray from the coffee table. She walked steadily to the hostess's door, calmed down, turned her head and rubbed the wet corners of her mouth with her shoulder, and pushed the door in.

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Emerging from the hostess's bedroom, Yeda knew that her work for the night had been successfully completed. After that, the hostess would fall into a deep sleep, and then at noon the next day, she would wake up gracefully and movingly from her bed.

"I should go back to rest, too. Yada thought. She leaned over to pick up the books scattered on the floor, smoothing the crumpled pages with some distress, and then put them in the front pocket of her apron.

Yeda lit the candle on the coffee table and slowly walked forward with the candlestick raised.

The deep corridor reminded her of the dream she had had before, and Yeda's mood was not only a little agitated, but the corners of her mouth seemed to moisten.

Yada swallowed, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be some dessert left in the kitchen. Tonight's dessert was a rich and fluffy 'coconut milk and red bean pudding', and the hostess had only eaten two pieces at that time. Aunt Vina said that the rest was reserved for the hostess for supper, but the hostess did not eat supper tonight, and would not eat it now when she went to sleep.

Then let me help the mistress eat them, Yada thought happily, Aunt Vina will make a new one tomorrow anyway. She happily walked towards the kitchen on the first floor, ready to get rid of the "evil" coconut milk and red bean pudding.

Just as she arrived at the kitchen and had just pushed the door in, a pair of large hands suddenly reached out from the side of the door, covering Yada's mouth and tightening her body.

With a soft 'whew', the candle in Yada's hand was blown out, and darkness fell again. Then one foot reached out and slowly closed the kitchen door.

Who is this man?, Yada guessed in horror. Is it a thief from outside, or one of the guards here? or the mysterious man in the cellar?

"Shhhh A deep voice whispered in her ear.

Yeda nodded desperately, signaling that she would definitely be obedient and cooperative.

What did he want? Was it possessions? Most of the precious things were in the hostess's room, and Yada didn't want this person to enter the hostess's room. However, there are actually some in the kitchen, and those exquisite silver cutlery should be worth a lot of money, but I don't know if it will satisfy this person's appetite.

Or did he really want me? The shame in the books immediately flooded Yada's mind.

Should I resist? If I resist, will he kill me? If I don't resist and make him satisfied, will he just leave? Or will he kill me when he is satisfied? Can I ask him to let me eat all those coconut milk and red bean puddings before I die? Or ask me to eat those red bean puddings when he is doing shameful things? I heard that that kind of shameful thing hurts a lot at first, and eating some sweet pudding should relieve the pain.

Before Yada's thoughts could last, the intruder behind her whispered in her ear, "I'll let go of my hand now, and if you dare to shout, I'll kill you as soon as I can." And if you answer my question obediently, then you won't hurt a hair when I leave, you know?"

Yada nodded vigorously again.

"Good. The intruder said. Then Yada felt the big hand on her mouth leave, but the big hand on her belly was still tightly wrapped.

"What's your name?" the intruder asked.

"Yada, Yada Christine. She whispered in a trembling voice.

"Is that room you entered the bedroom of Countess Teressa?" asked the intruder again.

Yeda hesitated, not answering immediately. Did he want to hurt Madame, or did he want to steal property? I should try to divert his purpose, and if this man was full of silver cutlery and fine porcelain, he would not have wanted to enter Madame's bedroom.

"There's a lot of value here, too. Yada plucked up the courage to persuade, "Those cutlery are all pure silver, very valuable, you can take them all, I won't say anything to anyone." ”

"I'm not here to rob, I'm just here to find out something. The intruder said, "Answer my questions well, and no one will be hurt." Otherwise......" He paused and asked the previous question again. "Is that room Countess Telisa's bedroom?"

Hopefully what he said is true. Yeda nodded slightly, "Well, it's Madame's bedroom." ”

"What did you send in?"

"Elixir. Yeda felt the urge to cry. She took a deep breath and held back.

"Is she sick, why is she drinking so late?"

Madame ...... "Is Madame sick?" Although every day the lady wakes up with a radiant complexion, but if she doesn't drink the potion......

"Only after drinking the potion at this time, Madame will be in good spirits tomorrow. Jeda put it another way.

"Were those potions bought or made?" the intruder's questions followed.

"Yes. ”

"Who did it?"

"The man who lives in the cellar. ”

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