In the Yorkshire wilderness in spring, wildflowers are in full bloom.

Linda, who was wearing a dark gray linen dress, walked through the field, and when she sent her daughter to the gate of the garden, she wiped the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, and asked worriedly: "Good boy, you have entered the Viscount's manor, and you must work hard in the future, do you know?" Your brothers and sisters and I will have to live on you! ”

The young and beautiful girl bent her eyes and comforted her mother softly, "Mom, don't worry, I will never embarrass you." ”

"Good boy." Linda patted her daughter's hand and turned to hand her over to the kitchen helper who was coming out the door.

The kitchen maid's name is Sophie, an old man in the Rose Manor, about forty years old, who has taken care of two generations of viscounts in the manor, one is Viscount Herbert, who has died of illness, and the other is the newly succeeded Viscount Anselle.

Viscount Ansel is the only son of Viscount Herbert, who has just returned from studying in London, and is a young man with advanced ideas and a love of philosophy.

Sophie took the girl from Linda and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl smiled and said, "Xicha Jones, you can just call me Xicha."

"Yes, Xicha," said Sophie, "you will be a maid in the kitchen from now on, and you must listen to me well in Viscount Ansel's estate, you know?" ”

The girl nodded obediently, with these apprehensions and shyness on her face, "Everything is at your command." ”

Sophie was satisfied and led her into the manor.

As the name suggests, Rose Estate is a place full of roses, from the English Rose to the Tannik White Rose and the brightly coloured Champagne Rose...... These colourful roses transform the castle into a fairytale kingdom that enchants you.

The Viscount's castle is surrounded by roses, with red tiles and white walls, Gothic spires, and carved fences, which look extremely unreal in an age when dung is everywhere.

I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful place in the world.

Sophie saw the amazement in the girl's eyes at a glance, and she pretended to be serious and reminded: "The Rose Manor looks beautiful, but neither the Viscount nor the Lady like ambitious guys, so you had better restrain your greed."

The girl was frightened and hurriedly nodded, "I just didn't expect that the Viscount's castle would be so beautiful." ”

"That's what everyone I've ever met." Sophie withdrew her mean gaze and softened her voice, "But after all, we are just servants, and it is good to do our own work." ”

"That's what you said."

Walking into the castle, there were several lines of servants coming and going along the road, including maids and men, all of whom were too busy to move their feet.

It was early in the morning, and it was time for the lord of the castle to eat, and the personal servants, the first-class servants who served the meal, were very busy, for fear that they might upset the master somewhere.

The girl followed Sophie through the back door into the kitchen, where the kitchen was steaming hot, and the cooks took out the various meals, and the neatly dressed third-class servants brought them into the dining room in turn, and then the second-class servants took them and handed them to the first-class servants, and served the master's meal.

This is the proper platoon of a hierarchical estate.

"From now on, follow me to make things." Sophie turned to the housekeeper of the manor Hill and asked for a third-class maid outfit, and asked the new little guy to change into it and help out in the kitchen.

Butler Hill was the same old man in the castle as Sophie, but Butler Hill was a stricter man, he had a pair of rigid and serious blue eyes, and a hook-like nose, which made him look unpleasant, he glanced at the girl, turned around, and continued to guide the first-class manservant.

The Viscount and Lady Elenda ate without any such amusement, and their movements were graceful and their faces were silent, as if they were performing a special ritual.

After eating, the personal maid on the side carefully handed over the handkerchief, and cleaned the grease stains on the corners of Mrs. Elenda's mouth, as for the viscount, he was much more chic than his mother, avoiding the approach of the personal valet, after putting down the knife and fork, he turned his head to drink hot black tea supplemented with fresh milk, and his handsome face was cold and ruthless.

"Oh, Ansel," Lady Elenda gave him a disapproving look, "where have you learned all these years in London?" ”

"Mother," the young viscount put down his glass and looked at her, "if those rituals were as useful as you say, Rose Manor would have gone bankrupt long ago." ”

Lady Elenda's face turned red, "When your father was alive, you wouldn't talk back to me. ”

"He's gone," said Viscount Ansère, with a slight smile, "if you miss him, you can live in the house you used to live in, and you should be impressed to hear that when he died he was crawling with maggots and couldn't take out a single piece of his pocket."

Lady Ellenda's face turned pale, "How can you say that about your father?" ”

"Then I offer you a warm room and a delicious breakfast, what else are you not satisfied with?"

Madame Elenda, whose face was gloomy at what her son had said, dropped her handkerchief, and carried her long burgundy skirt, like a defeated rooster, climbed upstairs, and in a moment went away with a beautiful little rose-colored box.

In a few moments there was the clatter of horses' hooves in front of the door, and everyone in the castle, except for the new maid, knew that the charming Lady Elenda had gone to find her old lover who had hidden in the church.

I heard that it was a handsome and dashing priest, and in the early years when he was still in London, he had a relationship with the unmarried Lady Elenda, and after the death of Viscount Herbert, the priest was immediately transferred to Yorkshire, and it didn't take long for the two to rekindle their old relationship, and now it was the time to be like glue.

When Lady Elenda had gone, the room was deserted, and Viscount Ansel got up and left his seat and went upstairs to read.

The viscount was only twenty-five years old, but he was already a wealthy man.

After the maids cleaned up the table, they gathered around and whispered about the great achievements of the viscount in the early years.

When he was twelve years old, he was sent to London by Lady Elenda, who did not like children, and continued to study in London until Viscount Herbert squandered all his savings, dismissed all the servants in the castle, and died of illness in his bed.

Unlike his hedonistic father, Viscount Ansel preferred to read books, ride horses, and do business, which were gentlemanly and manly behaviors.

Of course, he is also an extremely arrogant man.

Nothing but yourself and the pound.