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"I'm fine, you can go out first, I'll change my clothes." Lin Wei waved his hand while thinking about how he could obtain as much basic information about this era as possible, play his current role well, and incidentally extend the life of the Undead Fortress.

"Your Highness! Are you sure one person is enough?" The maid blinked her beautiful wine-red eyes and looked at Lin Wei with a very doubtful tone.

"Huh?" Lin Wei was completely dumbfounded. He had never expected that the maid in front of him would question his ability to impersonate others. This surprised him. After all, he was a twenty-something adult before he transmigrated. If he couldn't even put on clothes, what was the point of living?

"No one can properly wear a corset and a fagong (crouch), indecent attire will bring shame to your beauty and the glory of the empire!" the maid said sternly.

"What? A tight bra and a petticoat!?" Lin Wei, a straight man, had never heard of women having to wear such things to go out before. A simple bra seemed easy enough, since he had taken his own off before, but when he looked at the clothes on the bedside table, he couldn't help but gasp.

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Chapter 4 Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 3 Crossdressing is a Nightmare (Vote Requested)

Wait a minute! She's not going to put that thing that nearly killed countless European ladies on herself, is she...? I'm just a child!

Looking at the bizarre corset and strange skirt in front of her, Lin Wei silently cried out in her heart. She couldn't help but want to shout for the women of this era, to keep such terrible things away from their beautiful lives.

However, she also knew very well that, faced with such a conventional and rigid habit, unless she had enough power or influence to deny it, which was obviously too early, and she was not yet ready to take action, so she had to learn to be patient and accept it.

So Lin Wei reluctantly lifted the covers, slowly got out of bed, and stretched out his feet to try to find his slippers. He didn't know if it was because of the change in height or because the bed was too high, but Lin Wei couldn't touch the ground with his feet while sitting on the edge of the bed. If he had to say, only his toes could touch the soft carpet on the floor.

"Wow, what a soft fur carpet, it feels so comfortable..." Lin Wei sighed inwardly. Is this what they call the evil life of the privileged?

"Your Highness, please change out of your pajamas first. I have prepared your clothes for today." The tone was serious, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

But Lin Wei was a little unsettled at this moment. What was it like to take off his clothes in front of a beautiful maid? Although Lin Wei could no longer be called a man in the biological sense, he naturally did not have the self-identity of a woman, so he was in a very subtle psychological game.

"Are you sure you want to take it off? Can you leave first?" Lin Wei ordered the maid in front of him in as serious a tone as possible, trying to use his status and position to extricate himself from his embarrassing situation.

"Yes, Your Highness." Although somewhat disappointed, the maid would not disobey the girl's orders.

Now I can only treat the little master in front of me as my master. I've reached the age where I feel shy. I'd be embarrassed even if someone of the same sex saw me. After all, His Highness is almost 12 years old this year. He's developed a sense of boundaries and territory regarding the things around him. But this is clearly not a good sign, since it means I can no longer serve His Highness...

After seeing the maid leave the room, Lin Wei (Gisella) breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around again and then stopped in front of a mirror. After all, she was still quite curious about what she looked like. After all, pretty girls are always the center of attention.

She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling mirror not far away, and as a ray of sunlight streamed through the window into the room, the particles scattered in the air carried their own brilliance, decorating the room as if it were a dream. She had long, beautiful, silky golden hair, captivating light blue eyes, fair and delicate skin that seemed almost fragile, and exquisitely beautiful features that were unforgettable. Although she still had a touch of youthful innocence, she was undoubtedly a natural beauty.

Lin Wei's overly high aesthetic standards, accumulated in her previous life, suddenly seemed so naive and ridiculous. Indeed, her experience limited her imagination; this was the only complaint she could think of at the moment.

She raised her hand and rubbed her cheek with her slender fingers. A slight stinging sensation came from her face, and the beauty in the mirror frowned slightly. This charming appearance made Lin Wei feel a sense of pity for her.

"She's really beautiful..." It's hard to believe that this body already belongs to her.

"Shall we move on to the next step?" Gisela pursed her lips and uttered some strange nonsense in a melodious voice.

At this moment, she even felt a strange sense of dislocation, but then she thought, "It's all my fault anyway, so it shouldn't matter..." Lin Wei told herself this as she untied the straps of her nightgown. As the white silk nightgown slipped off her fair shoulders, a beautiful scene came into view. It combined the purity of a girl with the youth and vitality of a young woman, leaving a deep impression like the most beautiful work of art in the world.

"..." After a brief silence, Lin Wei once again raised his hand and landed on his beautiful heart, which could only be called a small hill. The expected joy did not come. Instead, there was more of a sense of helplessness. It might sound a little sad, but he had practiced so much and his diligence in reading and learning was obvious to all. In the end, today was his first real battle.

So this was the most tender part of a girl's body. Lin Wei didn't dare to use too much force, treating her like a fragile object, gently savoring the beautiful touch of her heart.

As Lin Wei's movements intensified, she could feel her heartbeat gradually quickening, and the girl's cheeks in the mirror turned crimson. Under the alternating influence of this curiosity about exploring the opposite sex's body and a deep sense of transgression, Lin Wei could feel a strange feeling lingering in her mind.

His hand shouldn't continue; a thought flashed through his mind, yet he instinctively continued moving downwards. Lin Wei felt his head buzzing, and the strength in his legs, which should have been used for support, seemed to have diminished, leaving him only able to lean against the wardrobe next to the mirror for support.

As the sounds gradually became clearer, Lin Wei's remaining rationality told him that something bad was about to happen. However, this seemed like a drop in the ocean for his first exploration of himself, since the stimulation was indeed a bit...

"Your Highness! Did you take off your nightgown?" The maid, with a slight smile on her face, gently pushed open the door.

The first thing that came into her view was her beloved Princess Gisela, who was leaning against the wardrobe in an almost indescribable way, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed as she looked at the mirror. Her breath clung to the mirror, creating a thin veil of mist, and the whole room was filled with a sweet and pleasant aroma.

The maid finally stopped smiling and closed the door. She believed that what she had just seen must have been her imagination, because His Highness shouldn't know anything about such things.

Looking back, where did that pure and somewhat holy princess, that obedient and sensible princess, that princess who would blush and hurriedly avoid hearing romantic love stories, learn such strange knowledge? If it were nighttime, it would be fine, but it's still morning!

The maid took a deep breath, feeling her emotional control wasn't quite there yet, so she took another, still not enough. After pacing back and forth in the corridor for a few moments, she finally hypnotized herself, treating everything that had just happened as a hallucination, and then reopened the door with a smile.

Lin Wei was so frightened by the opening of the door that she lost all interest. She quickly changed into the clothes that the maid had placed on her bedside table, but how was she supposed to put them on?

The maid opened the door again and saw the prince as she always had. She breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she had opened it the wrong way.

"You've come at the perfect time. I thought about it and decided to ask you to help me get dressed. I really can't do it alone." Although she had come to an abrupt halt, the afterglow of the previous erotic act had not completely dissipated, and the most obvious sign was that her cheeks were still unnaturally flushed.

"Wait a moment, I'll go pick up your pajamas over there." The maid was about to go over out of duty when Lin Wei pulled her back.

"Go pick it up in a bit. Isn't today my first day of school? It wouldn't be good to be late. Help me get dressed quickly, that's an order." Lin Wei ordered the maid in front of him with a serious expression.

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Chapter 5 Princess Starting from Zero: Capter 4 Misaligned Time and Space (Seeking votes)

"As you command." Unlike the princess who was usually somewhat submissive and obsequious, the princess today seemed very different to her. However, as her personal maid, she would not dare to offend her mistress at this time, so she politely bowed and replied.

After she finished speaking, the maid began to dress Lin Wei.

The silk-like garments swayed against her fingertips, repeatedly touching her skin. Lin Wei appeared incredibly calm, but inwardly she felt strange. After all, she couldn't believe that the maid hadn't seen her little actions earlier.

Could it be that she's going to write this down in her little notebook and bring up her past mistakes later? For example, Your Highness, you probably don't want outsiders to know about your self-generated electricity, right? Thinking about this, Lin Wei's emotions became even more complicated. Looking at the despicable maid in front of him, he no longer found her appealing, even though she had declared more than once that Rita was his wife.

Clothing dividing line

"Wait! I can't breathe like this! It's too tight!" Lin Wei might as well just call her Gisela from now on.

At this point, she was already suffering terribly from the discomfort of the corset. In his view, such clothing was a double torment and oppression of women's bodies and minds in this era, and was a barbaric custom that should be abandoned, just like foot binding in ancient China.

"Then let me loosen it for you. Your Highness is still growing, so it's understandable that these clothes are uncomfortable at first. You'll get used to them as you grow up," the maid said earnestly, trying to persuade the princess.

Gisela noticed, however, that the other person wasn't wearing anything so inhumane. She could only sigh inwardly, thinking that the higher one's status, the more one suffers for the sake of so-called beauty. Although she was now a woman, why should she care about men's opinions? Did she intend to get married someday?

The thought of these beautiful Gisela faces suddenly gave me an ugly expression, like I'd swallowed a fly. Why can't girls just stick on their faces?

"Okay, okay! Now that we're dressed, let's hurry up and head out!" Gisela snapped out of her reverie and urged the maid in front of her with a hint of impatience.

It's worth mentioning that as Gisela's mind wandered, some of his own memories also resurfaced, as he remembered some things about his family.

For example, at this time, she should only have one older sister (who died young) and a younger sister who will be born next month, and of course, her stinky younger brother, the future crown prince Rudolf. Undoubtedly, her priority in inheriting the throne is very high, so she still has hope for the throne. Once she becomes emperor, wouldn't she be able to forcibly abolish the outdated custom of corsets? Clearly, Gisela truly detests this practice.

After what seemed like an eternity, Gisela, dressed in the everyday attire of a European noblewoman, finally stepped into a carriage with the help of her maid. Though the movement was fraught with difficulty, she managed to do it, though the high heels were a bit of a disaster.

It's also worth mentioning that Gisela only noticed a detail when she stepped outside: she wasn't living in a traditional Habsburg palace, but rather in a manor more like that of an ordinary nobleman. Also, why were there two carriages parked in front of her? Judging from this, she was undoubtedly the most distinguished person in the manor, but even so, it seemed unnecessary to have two carriages readily available.

Most importantly, the carriage he was riding in was far more ordinary than the black carriage behind him. The carriage behind him was not only larger, but also more luxuriously decorated, with a black double-headed eagle engraved on its body, which was undoubtedly the coat of arms of the Habsburg family.

As for the double-headed eagle, although it was the symbol of the Holy Roman Empire, with the defeat of the Napoleonic Wars and the disintegration of the empire, although the former empire no longer existed, in order to demonstrate the legitimacy of the imperial throne, the family adopted the double-headed eagle as their family crest. Therefore, during this period, the double-headed eagle was both the symbol of the empire and the family crest.

"Why don't we take the car in the back?" Gisela asked the little maid.

"Because you have important matters to attend to from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, it is only natural for you to keep a low profile." Our maid had already clearly witnessed her princess's unusual behavior since early this morning, so she explained softly, somewhat unsurprised.

"Sigh! This is really troublesome." Gisela nodded, glancing at the maid sitting opposite her out of the corner of her eye. She knew that the question she had just asked was somewhat foolish, but it was impossible to hide it from her personal maid who was with her day and night. So she deliberately showed some of her immature side, which would make the woman in front of her relax a bit. After all, she had no evidence that she had changed her heart, so no matter how strange he was, he was still Gisela, and that would not change.

"Your Highness, here you go. This is the newspaper you requested." The maid handed a black-and-white newspaper to the princess.

Gisela skillfully spread out the newspaper and scanned it for some useful information.

The first thing to glance at is the political section on the front page: Princess Misella of Sardinia, representing King Victor Emmanuel II, is visiting France to meet with Napoleon III; Prussian Chancellor Bismarck issues a joint statement with Austria-Hungary condemning Denmark for its actions of ignoring regional security and forcibly provoking trouble in Schleswig, which is in dispute with Denmark.

Gisela frowned slightly upon seeing these news reports. Logically speaking, it's already 1868, so why hasn't the Kingdom of Italy been established yet, and why hasn't the First Prussian Dynastic War started? However, it seems that if nothing unexpected happens, this war should break out by the end of the year, because in this era, the start of a war often begins with incomprehensible condemnation.

While the political news was somewhat bizarre, it was still within a manageable range. However, the news in the economic and social spheres completely baffled Gisela.

Ms. Edison, Chief Magician of the Magic Research Institute of the United States, stated that the United States has successfully improved the Independent VII Magic Armor (a mass-produced magic armor mainly used by the U.S. military), which now possesses a certain degree of gliding capability.

"What?! What's a magic armor? And what's gliding?"

According to experts invited by this newspaper, although it's only gliding, there's no doubt that enhancing the flight capabilities of mass-produced aircraft is the future development direction for magic-powered armor. Experts also believe the Empire needs to strengthen the development of the Imperial XI (modified) flight force. However, some scholars argue that unlike the United States, whose short history has resulted in insufficient reserves of magic-powered artifacts, forcing it to focus on developing magic users and mass-produced magic-powered armor, the Empire possesses a larger number of magic users as its top-tier combat force, sufficient to handle a controllable war…

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Chapter 6 Princess Starting from Zero: CII Yi Shan Wu Jiu Liu Er apter5 Life Has Too Many Uncertainties (Seeking Votes)

"Magic artifacts, magic warriors, and magic users—these are top-tier combat forces?" Gisela silently confirmed these words in her mind; they were definitely unfamiliar and difficult to pronounce for her.

Interestingly, if Gisela were to pay a little closer attention, she would notice that her accent is no longer Chinese but German. Of course, she still retains the ability to recognize Chinese, but that will have to be verified later. At the moment, Gisela's attention is still focused on the newspaper in front of her.

She rested her chin on her hand, pondering the problem while carefully reading the subsequent heated debate in the newspaper.

The more I read the above, the more interesting it becomes, much like the pleasure of a hundred schools of thought contending.

Of course, putting aside the content of the newspaper, its stance is also very admirable because it maintains a relatively neutral view, providing a platform for people with different opinions to express their views, while remaining detached itself. This is undoubtedly a newspaper with a bottom line.

However, it must be said that the fact that such a newspaper has room to circulate is clearly inseparable from the country's terrible administrative efficiency. It is likely that the corrupt bureaucracy has a big problem even completing basic news censorship. They probably only focus their attention on flattering remarks that are unfavorable to the royal family, after all, this is the best way to express "loyalty" to His Majesty the Emperor.

Okay, right now, my primary task is to organize the information.

Gisela glanced at the maid who seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, then closed the newspaper in her hand, placed her left hand on the small table inside her carriage, rested her head on her palm, and calmly looked out of the carriage.

Ancient streets, well-dressed gentlemen, elegantly dressed ladies, bustling streets, and horse-drawn carriages passing back and forth on the road—yes! This is the ancient capital of Vienna. This is not the romantic city of Paris, nor the industrial city of London. This is Vienna, the birthplace of music. But the city before her eyes was not the idyllic scene she had imagined, but rather, like countless other cities, busy and silent.

A startling history, a strange path of development—undoubtedly, what changed everything was this thing called magical energy. What exactly is it? This is what Gisela most urgently wants to know right now. Besides, can she herself master this extraordinary power?

"What is Your Highness thinking about?" The maid who had been sitting opposite Gisela for a long time suddenly opened her charming wine-red eyes and asked. The beauty mark at the corner of her eye perfectly showcased her mature and elegant temperament. If their identities were not already known, Gisela would have the illusion that she was more like a princess.

The maid and her servant exchanged another glance. The maid also looked at the princess before her. Her long, golden hair shone with a dreamlike glow in the sunlight. Her blue eyes were so clear that one could see their own reflection in them. Her exquisite face, which was the envy of many, carried a serious and earnest expression.

"Me? I was just spacing out. Sometimes it's nice to just clear your mind and not think about anything. I prefer meditation when I have time, and yoga is good too."

"Yoga?" the maid asked softly.

“A practice from ancient India, part of ancient Eastern wisdom.” Perhaps to show her affability or to get closer to the maid in front of her, Gisela’s lips curved slightly into a smile.

"Your Highness is a little different today... but seeing that you are in a good mood... I am relieved. Would you like the usual service?" The maid's expression was calm, yet elegant.

"Of course I can, why not?" Gisela wouldn't give up the opportunity to cultivate a relationship with the people around her. After all, her personal maid was an important person who took care of her daily life. She figured that her path to the throne would naturally require the support and help of those around her.

So Gisela made room for the maid to see what kind of service she was offering.

"Then please, Your Highness, rest your head on my lap!" As she said this, the maid slightly lifted her skirt, revealing a bit of her stockings. And as if to give Gisela the best feeling, she gently patted her thigh, as if to tell Gisela that this was the softest spot.

A beautiful woman's lap pillow? Obviously, this was something Gisela had never experienced before, but in order to maintain her dignity as a princess, Gisela hesitated for a moment before lying down as the maid instructed.

Feeling the warmth from the back of her head and the woman's distinctive rose scent, Gisela felt strangely calm. Evil thoughts? Absolutely not. After all, she'd just had a "mishap" that morning, and this maid was undoubtedly someone Gisela was very close to. Ironically, she still didn't know the maid's name; she couldn't very well call her Rita, could she…?

"Emmm!" How should I ask her? Asking her directly would definitely arouse her suspicion. Gisela fell into a brief silence.

"By the way, how is your family doing?" Gisela tried to ease the tension by asking a new question to change the subject, preparing herself to elicit the maid's name.

"Thanks to Your Highness, my parents are well. My older sister recently got married to the third son of the Count of Vorarlberg." The maid felt a surge of emotion and relief as she spoke, for seeing her sister married and find happiness was a blessing for her.

“Then congratulations to your sister.” Gisela continued the conversation.

"Tell me about your family! I've been quite interested in history lately."

"Your Highness, if you truly wish to study history, it would be more appropriate to research your own family's history." The maid was somewhat puzzled by the princess's intention; could this be the reason for the princess's unusual behavior today?

After all, in an empire that values ​​bloodline and lineage, new nobles like her family have no status. Even if you hold the same rank of nobility, you are still inferior. And now, someone at the very top of this noble hierarchy is asking you about your family history. If it's not meant to be sarcastic, then this whole thing is worth pondering.

“This is an order, please tell me.” Gisela was unwilling to explain further, but felt it would be too harsh and she couldn’t bear to be too harsh, so she gave the order and then added a “please” at the end, making the sentence structure seem a little strange.

However, seeing that Princess Gisela's expression had become serious, the maid spoke up as well.

"My family ancestors were unknown until my grandfather Sidwin, when he served as a soldier under the Grand Duke of Tyrol and participated in the Battle of Austerlitz between the Empire and Napoleon. In the battle, Napoleon led several French magic users with the new magic armor of the French Empire and severely damaged the magic users of the Empire and Russia. The defeat of the magic users directly led to the complete defeat of the allied forces in this war..."

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Chapter 7 Princess from Zero: Capter 6 Rita Cordej von St. Gallen

"The Battle of Austerlitz and the Magic Armor?" Gisela was naturally very familiar with the former, since it had a more representative name in the original history—the Battle of the Three Emperors. As for the Magic Armor, it was beyond Gisela's understanding and could only be simply attributed to a part of a supernatural power.

"Grand Duchess Tyrol, as one of the few surviving magic users in that bloody battle, was also wounded in the battle. Her magic armor was destroyed by the French army, and she fell into a coma and was almost captured. At that time, thanks to my grandfather, she carried her into the forest and hid from the French army for several weeks before finally reuniting with the Imperial rescue team."

To express his gratitude for my grandfather's contributions, the Grand Duke of Tyrol reported to His Majesty that he had been granted the title of Earl of St. Gallen.

"After that, it was my father's generation. Since they didn't go to the battlefield, nothing much happened. As for my sister and me, as you can see, compared to the achievements of our ancestors, I think that being His Highness's personal maid is the greatest honor of my life, Rita Kodigi von St. Gallen." The maid in front of her was undoubtedly a smart person, even at this moment she was expressing her loyalty to Gisela.

Ironically, whether it was the wicked sense of humor of the gods in this world or not, this maid, who already bore a striking resemblance to Rita, was also named Rita.

Since we already have Rita, why can't we have another Durandal? Wouldn't it be great to see beautiful girls getting along so well? Of course, this was just Lin Wei's joking wild thoughts, after all, this world isn't the world of Honkai Impact 3rd.

But in any case, the maid's name has been confirmed for now. Calling her Rita shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Rita."

"What are your orders, Your Highness?" Rita gently brushed aside her silver-gray hair, then lowered her head to look at Gisela's face, which was resting on her lap. Because of the maid's excellent figure, Gisela could clearly feel the obstruction between their gazes.

"It's nothing, I've had enough rest." With that, Gisela sat up, leaving Rita's lap pillow. To avoid the awkwardness of not knowing where to look, she turned her head towards the window.

"Why haven't we arrived at school yet?" Gisela asked, as if changing the subject, when the carriage stopped.

"Your Highness has arrived."

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"Please wait a moment." Rita stood up, opened the carriage door, and jumped down first. Then she took a piece of wood from the side railing of the carriage to stand on. Her movements were smooth and fluid, leaving Gisela with no reason to doubt her professionalism.

"Alright, Your Highness, you may get out of the carriage now." Upon hearing Rita's instruction, Gisela slowly stood up, feeling the squeezing sensation in her chest and abdomen. Sitting was fine, but standing up felt like being clamped by a giant pair of pincers. The corset and petticoat were simply inhuman inventions, and she couldn't help but criticize them again.

However, it wasn't entirely without merit, because she immediately felt that her own still-growing heart seemed to have become richer. Of course, she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it right now. Instead, she smoothed her slightly messy golden hair and looked up at the huge school gate.