Chapter 626: Chapter 535: Camellia’s Professional Skills
If Joseph knew that Camellia’s maid costume was worth 2,300 francs, he would definitely exclaim, “What a spendthrift young lady!”
Though Maid Miss had inherited 50,000 francs from her grandmother, and with the substantial compensation Joseph had helped her obtain from Baron Walter, she was now a “little rich lady” who could really afford such an expense.
new tactic had successfully taken its first step. Lady Celes had assured her that once the massage started, the Crown Prince would be hers…
Her cheeks flushed instantly, she quickly stopped her reverie and hurried to push in a special bed with the help of a maid.
Joseph saw the hole at the head of the bed and immediately realized it was a massage table, seeming very professional, and he thus looked forward to Camellia’s skills even more.
It seems that he would have a professional masseuse in the future, and not just any masseuse, but a bewitchingly figured beauty in a maid costume!
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Hmm, having worked tirelessly for France over the past few years, he could finally enjoy the splendid life a Crown Prince deserved.
He took off his jacket and handed it to the maid next to him, then laid face-down on the massage bed at Camellia’s gesture, his face fitting snugly into the hole, allowing his nose to breathe easily.
Afterward, he closed his eyes, ready to enjoy a comfortable massage.
On her part, Camellia also appeared very professional; she took out a packet of massage tools and signaled to the maids with a glance.
The maids immediately dispersed. Some stoked the fire in the fireplace, some lit aromatic incense, and others dimmed the lighting and covered it with a pink glass shade, then they all left the room—one and all had received tips from Camellia’s maid and were naturally very cooperative.
Soft pink lighting filled the room, the fire kept the air warm and cozy, and gentle fragrances wafted over. Seve felt a pair of soft, delicate hands rest upon his back; the massage had not even begun, and he felt so comfortable he was almost asleep.
At the end of a corridor in the south wing of the Palace of Versailles, Soleil evaded the patrolling guards and quickly hid in the shadows to shed her long dress, revealing the black, tight-fitting hunting attire beneath.
She looked all around to make sure no one was there, then darted into a room adjacent to the Crown Prince’s Bedroom Palace.
She moved lightly past the bedrooms of the sleeping nobility, unconsciously patting the stack of banknotes in her pocket.
It was a full 5,000 francs. She had toiled for over a year and earned 3,500 francs, and with the income from the small mulberry garden her mother had left her, she had finally scraped together this amount.
In the previous swordsmanship contest, she believed she had caused the Crown Prince to lose 5,000 livres due to her naive arrogance—at least, she always thought so. As a lady with a strong sense of responsibility, she felt compelled to reimburse the Crown Prince.
Originally, she had estimated she wouldn’t have the money until early summer, but lately, she had unexpectedly received several commissions at the tax office to “retrieve” crime evidence from the homes of some shameless tax farmers, earning herself nearly 1,000 francs in commissions.
Indeed, after witnessing the various atrocities of the tax farmers, Robespierre had decided that eradicating these scoundrels was essential for the survival of the French people.
ighness’s residence was likely for a… well, you know.
If he rushed to intercept her at this moment, he might ruin His Highness’s good fortune. But if she was up to no good and he did nothing, it could lead to an even bigger problem.
He shook his head, signalling the trusted aides and servants to remain silent. Meanwhile, with his hand on his sword, he quietly pushed the door to His Highness’s room ajar, listening attentively for any noise inside.
On the other side, Soleil expertly unlatched the window, leaped into the room, and didn’t disturb a soul.
Just then, a half-asleep Joseph suddenly widened his eyes and let out a piercing scream, “Ah—”