Fred came in. His face was still bandaged, only revealing a pair of eyes and a mouth, so that his identity was effectively concealed from everyone. Harper was eating breakfast. With a glance at Fred, she said, "Sit down. Let's have breakfast together."
Fred frowned uncomfortably. He was about to refuse when Harper added, "This is an order."
After an awkward hesitation, Fred sat down, taking only a small portion of his chair. He looked at the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, but didn't start eating.
"Just eat. You will come with me to the Imperial Palace later," Harper said while eating her breakfast as usual. "Hurry up and eat."
Fred picked up his bowl and chopsticks and slurped up the porridge quickly. Then he put the bowl down and stood up. He said nothing and just waited quietly on the side.
Harper looked him up and down curiously, which made sweat roll down his back. He felt uneasy, but had no other choice than to endure it, because she was the master.
"Angelica, Peony."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Go and wash him up. Make sure he smells fragrant," Harper ordered. There was a sly twinkle in her eyes. When she saw the reluctance in Fred's eyes, she became even more eager to make fun of him. "Hurry up. Wash him clean and then send him back. I'm waiting to use him."
Angelica and Peony were dumbfounded by their master's order and stood with their mouths agape. Fred's previously stoical eyes were now filled with complex emotions. However, he went out after a few moments of silence. Having been in Harper's employment for a long time, he knew her well enough to know that there must be a reason for her to give such an order.
Before long, Fred came back to her. He had taken a bath, but the bandage on his face was still on.
Harper gestured at him with a finger. He walked to her with hesitation, and got down on one knee. She extended her hand to remove the bandage from his face, which caused him to flinch backward for a moment instinctively. But he stabilized himself quickly, and allowed her to do what she wanted.
She removed all the bandages from his face. She had assumed that he was using those bandages to conceal horrifying scars on his face, but in fact there was a comely face under the bandages. The only problem with his face was that it looked a little pale.
"You were hiding such a delicate face," Harper mumbled. "Your appearance is perfectly suitable. Now put on these clothes here. You're not my guardsman but my maid today."
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