The Prince's Taste - Chapter 1.3
“Ughh… ughh…”
Her nostrils flared involuntarily as she snorted in frustration.
She hadn’t just read one or two books about transmigration. Even if one transmigrated a villainess character, if they kept their wits about them, they could not only save their life but also attract handsome men along the way.
The ideal attitude for transmigrators is to first kick away any potential rivals—no matter how much they might seem like golden carriages or dung carts! Those who adhered well to this formula ended up with happy endings where they thrived and lived well.
“Judy.”
The Marchioness of Emers approached Judy Esther with urgency, likely after the maid had gone to summon her.
“Mum.”
Judy Esther looked at the Marchioness, raising her chin haughtily as if nothing were amiss, her lips curling slightly in a smirk.
“It’s me, Judy Esther.”
“Yes, my beloved daughter Judy.”
With loving parents, the vast wealth of the Emers family, and her stunning appearance, Judy felt invincible. Why would she cling to someone unworthy? Men were everywhere. Her type was akin to the heroes from the film ‘300’. If she were to possess a character in a fantasy world, she would surely spend her nights with a master or a knight commander. No matter how good Richard might be in bed, her tastes were firm.
It was an old movie, but the Spartan warriors from ‘300’ were still legendary for a reason. The film’s artistic value? Hah, even a passing dog would laugh. That movie succeeded because it showcased a horde of muscular men. Who could resist such impressive physiques?
“Mum, I’m going to meet a knight, not a prince.”
“Judy, what are you talking about?”
The Marchioness’s gentle eyes widened in confusion at her daughter’s sudden declaration.
“A man should have muscles. To enjoy the night, you need to find a man with strong thighs.”
“Who has been telling you such things?”
As Judy Esther made such bold statements with her adorable face, the Marchioness staggered in shock.
Judy looked down at her small, chubby hands and sighed, “I’m still just a baby. I need to grow bigger to meet a muscular knight.” The surrounding maids could only gawk in silence.
At just five years old, Judy Esther was still innocent and merely playful in her demeanor. The Marchioness had tried to discover who had instilled such nonsense in her daughter but found it futile. Time passed, yet Judy remained consistent. She would often swallow hard while watching the knights of the Emers family. If their knights were this impressive, how magnificent must the royal knights be?
If she were going to be transmigrated by a character in a fantasy world, there should be some excitement involved!
“Wow! Look at that body! I wonder if I could touch those abs…”
Judy Esther muttered as she watched the knights training in the training grounds. The nurse beside her let out a sigh.
In her line of sight, there was an image that bothered her: the only flaw in the training ground. It was Daniel, the eldest son of the Emers family, vigorously swinging his wooden sword. No matter how she looked at it, he seemed to lack any talent for swordsmanship, but his effort was commendable.
“You know, hardship in youth leads to rheumatism in old age. You should find another path.”
“Judy?”
Sweat dripped down Daniel’s forehead. She wanted to wipe the sweat from the other knights, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it for Daniel. Perhaps because he was her brother, no matter how handsome he was, he was just her brother in her eyes. Still, out of familial duty, she handed him a handkerchief.
“Brother, you should consider becoming a royal civil servant.”
“Why?”
Daniel asked while wiping his sweat with the handkerchief.
“Because in summer, you’ll be indoors away from the scorching sun. Winter will be the same—just stamping papers in a warm place. That’s a sweet job and a secure position.”
She seriously advised Daniel, whose clumsiness with the sword meant he’d never catch up to a master’s heel even if he swung a sword for a hundred years.
From that day on, Daniel dedicated himself to his studies. Astonishingly, he soon gained a reputation as a genius. This happened when Daniel Emers turned nine. Everyone praised Judy Esther for her foresight. She had only wanted to remove the eyesore in the practice yard, but it was like catching a mouse by accident.
It was no surprise that in a novel like this, just picking up a book could make someone a genius. As his little sister, shouldn’t she be considered a prodigy too?
‘No matter how much I’m not the protagonist, I don’t even get a possessor buff.’
In other transmigration novels, the main characters not only mastered the language and etiquette of their new world but could also read ancient languages fluently. Some became investment prodigies and amassed wealth, while others displayed talent in magic or became spirit masters. But for her, all she had was her appearance.
Looks were basic items for protagonists in novels. Have you ever seen an ugly villainess? They typically possess both sexiness and femme fatale allure as their standard traits.
Ah, there is one thing she does have: her eloquence. Despite being only five years old, she spoke with remarkable clarity. Her voice had the high pitch typical of children but lacked any childish lisping sounds. This was only natural since beneath her exterior lay the mind of a twenty-nine-year-old woman.
But that was the end of it.
