Kasalyn nodded, slightly puzzled but went on, “Yes, it’s a significant event where writings on the history or theology of the Western Continent are read, and dignitaries from each country participate in a healthy debate. But why…”
“Imagine this! The emperor wants me to represent the Khan Kingdom and write something! Talking about expecting a cultured presentation from a newly crowned queen, all these nonsensical requests during our private conversation!”
Kasalyn tilted her head slightly as Rose paced around the room, venting her frustration.
Curious. The emperor didn’t seem the type to take a personal interest in Rose.
Kasalyn shrugged her shoulders lightly at Rose.
“It’s not nonsense from the emperor.”
“What?”
“It’s rather a special honor for Your Majesty. It’s an opportunity given to a newly crowned queen. It’s a good thing.”
“Good?”
As Rose stood speechless, Kasalyn couldn’t help but smile inwardly.
“It must be a bolt from the blue for someone like you. Ever since you were young, you always feigned illness to avoid reading and writing exercises.”
And now, this year’s theme – history and theology, subjects she detests and abhors. She will undoubtedly struggle with writing.
Yet, if she succeeds, it would undoubtedly be an opportunity.
“If you successfully complete this reading, you’ll receive high praise from dignitaries of various countries, and it will enhance your reputation as a queen. Congratulations. Do your best.”
“Do my best? You’re pushing your responsibilities onto me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“A maid’s duties are not limited to helping with dressing or being a companion. It’s our duty to step in and solve problems when our master is in trouble. Do you understand?”
“No, I don’t understand. The Emperor wants to see your writing, not mine.”
Representing a country in a reading session was an honor among honors, a sacred duty. Each representative was expected to prepare their reading, leading to questions and discussions. It wasn’t something a maid could intervene in.
Seeing Kasalyn’s reluctance, Rose frowned.
“Sister, I’m really not well. Please.”
Shallen and Rose always had a peculiar way of thinking. Why did they see refusal to do something impossible or pointing out something wrong as rebellion?
Advising the queen to fulfill her duties was also an important part of a maid’s job. Why was it labeled as hysteria whenever it didn’t suit their convenience?
“Doesn’t it hurt your pride?”
“What?”
“As a queen, you’re unable to write something yourself and ask your maid to ghostwrite it. If I were you, I would have solved it myself, even if it meant staying up all night.”
Rose’s face turned from pale to red with anger.
Kasalyn looked straight at her, lips sealed, and then a faint smile appeared.
“But if you really can’t do it, I’ll help you this time.”
Surprised by the unexpected response, Rose blinked in confusion.
“Really?”
“Yes. But I must warn you, I can’t guarantee a perfect piece in just one day.”
Still, that’s fine, right?
Kasalyn asked with a steady gaze, and Rose, momentarily overwhelmed, nodded.
“Okay… I’m sorry to trouble you, but please help me.”
Rose, somewhat relieved, left the room.
The heavy chime of the grandfather clock struck two in the morning.
Parnes walked alone down the eerily silent corridor, lit only by the occasional wall lamp and the standing guards.
He stopped at the path leading to the palace where Kasalyn was staying.
It was inappropriate for him to visit the quarters of a foreign maid at such a late hour, but no one in this place dared to obstruct the Emperor’s path.
“Your Majesty, should I call for Miss Kasalyn Robon?”
At the guard’s query, Parnes made a gentle shushing sound, indicating not to wake her.
Silently, like a ghost, he entered the room.
The first thing to greet him was a lamp, flickering on the verge of going out due to low oil.
On the desk, a few sheets of paper were arranged at a perfect angle.
In front of him was Kasalyn, uncomfortably sprawled and asleep.
“Mom…”
Parnes stood and watched Kasalyn, who whimpered in her sleep as if tormented by a nightmare, for a long time.
Then, belatedly, his gaze fell on the paper with writing on it.
[Author, Rose Robon Liche.]A distinct vein bulged on Parnes’s forehead.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
