The reason Lin Sheng felt it was intentional was because he could clearly sense that Serveyia’s movements were a bit too slow while putting on the stockings.
This definitely wasn’t a normal way to change stockings—it was more like she was putting on a show in front of him.
Forget it.
It’s fine as long as I don’t look.
If I don’t look, Serveyia will get bored and stop doing this, right?
Seeing that Lin Sheng had actually turned his back and wasn’t looking at her, Serveyia, feeling bored, sped up her movements.
In just two or three minutes, she finished putting on the stockings.
“All right, little fox, I’ve changed my clothes.
Don’t be shy anymore.”
Hearing the voice from behind, Lin Sheng snapped out of his daze and turned his head.
He found that Serveyia had indeed finished changing, just as she said.
She was still wearing the maid uniform from the day they met.
“Serveyia, are you really going to wear that outfit for the Inauguration Ceremony too?”
“Is there a problem?”
“I just feel that it’s such an important occasion, and you’re wearing a maid uniform… Is that really appropriate?”
To Lin Sheng, Serveyia was a Princess of a nation.
It was fine for her to act as his maid in private, but was it really necessary to wear a maid uniform in public, even during a live broadcast?
“There’s nothing inappropriate about it.
After all, being your maid is already widely known.
In this situation, attending your Inauguration Ceremony naturally means wearing a maid uniform.
Otherwise, if others see me, they might think I’m neglecting my duties.”
“Is… is it really that serious?”
“Of course.
After all, many people hope to become your maid, little fox.
So countless eyes are watching this position.”
Hearing Serveyia’s words, Lin Sheng couldn’t help but wonder—if someone else were to become his maid, what would that be like?
“So, rather than worrying about my outfit, I think you should worry about your own.”
“My outfit?”
“Since it’s your Inauguration Ceremony, all eyes will be on you.
It’s best to dress a little more beautifully.”
“I… I think being comfortable might be better…?”
In Lin Sheng’s mind, formal attire for such important occasions was usually uncomfortable.
They sacrificed comfort for beauty.
But for Lin Sheng, even wearing ordinary women’s clothes was difficult, let alone those elaborate gowns.
If he had to wear something so complicated, could he really handle it?
“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but this isn’t a small event.
Whether it’s for the sake of Saint Laia’s reputation or your own, you have to dress nicely.
Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, isn’t it?”
“But… but I’m not sure if I can make it through…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there.
And most of the time, you won’t need to do anything—just sit quietly.”
“Has the schedule for the event been finalized?”
“It has.
The only time you need to go on stage is for the Swearing-in Segment.”
“Swearing-in Segment?”
“That’s right.
Swearing to the Ancient Academy Spirits’ Will, declaring yourself as the Princess of St. Laia.
The rest are just standard procedures.”
As she explained the event schedule to Lin Sheng, Serveyia searched the huge walk-in closet for the clothes he needed to wear.
“Serveyia, were all these clothes prepared in advance?”
Normally, such clothes couldn’t be bought off the rack.
They were usually custom-made.
But if they were custom, could they really be prepared in such a short time?
“Yes.
After we confirmed the new Princess, we immediately began preparing everything you would need, little fox.
Whether it was clothing or the renovation of Qingli Hall, both took time and effort.
Of course, I’m not boasting.
I just want you to know that both Saint Laia and I eagerly await the Princess of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.”
Serveyia’s sudden confession left Lin Sheng a bit surprised.
He hadn’t expected her to say such an emotional thing at this moment.
It was so heartfelt that he wondered if the maid in front of him had changed into someone else.
“Ah, right.
Let’s go with this outfit!”
But before Lin Sheng could respond to Serveyia’s words, she had already pulled out a set of clothes.
It was a blue-and-white gradient floor-length gown.
The upper body was form-fitting, while the lower half flared out into a mermaid skirt—a design that emphasized a slender figure.
“Isn’t this outfit a bit too tight?”
“Little fox, you have to trust in your own figure and the Custom Tailor of Saint Laia.
This was custom-made according to your measurements, so how could it not fit?”
“It’s not about fit.
I just mean… would wearing something so tight be convenient?”
Just looking at the outfit, Lin Sheng already felt a sense of restriction.
Honestly, he thought he’d look ridiculous wearing it.