"From now on, you will be my personal male servant," Yekaterina said and left Lancelot with the major-domo of Nightingale Castle.
The stern and formal steward would surely teach him how to become a qualified male servant.
"You should wake up now, my master," a gentle voice awakened Gu Shengyin, who was still in deep slumber.
She opened her eyes and indeed saw Lancelot's face.
"Young Master Laine from the Laine family, serving as a mere male servant in my castle, won't you feel resentful?"
Lancelot honestly shook his head. How could he feel resentful? Being by her side and able to see her every day was already the most wonderful thing in the world for him.
Young Master Laine was not a reserved person; he looked at his master with deep affection: "I am honored to become your personal servant."
Little did he know that Gu Shengyin's expression turned cold, her oppressive gaze staring intently at Lancelot: "Why? Have you fallen in love with me just because of my face?"