It seemed as if the emperor was standing in the flower bed, rather than holding a bouquet of flowers.
The harmony of gold and red was so dazzling that it hurt the eyes.
Usually, if the emperor had come, the attendants would have gone ahead to announce the visit. Now there was no such thing.
Of course, it was surprising. But the emperor who entered the room did not seem calm either.
After opening the door and entering, the emperor who had stopped abruptly soon walked briskly towards this side.
“Ah, I see His Majesty, the Emperor……,”
Late, Ternaden rose from his seat and bowed.
“Greetings are done.”
Thump!
Rascal handed over the heavy bouquet he was holding to Ternaden.
“Ugh, heavy,”
Thud!
Suddenly saddled with the bouquet, Ternaden stumbled back and fell on his buttocks. Then Rascal kicked the fallen Ternaden with his foot.
“Ugh!”
Ternaden groaned, and Rascal said to him,
“I asked for that. Put it in a vase.”
“……What? What did you just say,”
Ternaden did not understand what had happened to him.
The emperor dragged me away like a luggage. In front of the Empress, a viscount from the Piellion family, born into the Piellion lineage.
And the shadow knights were no different.
“Did you see? Just now, His Majesty,”
Serben was about to whisper to Liyan, poking his side, when Liyan quickly cut him off.
“Yeah. I can’t believe it either, but don’t we need to pull out the viscount first?”
“Ah, that’s right.”
Fortunately, thanks to the swift movements of the two knights, the inexplicable events ended there.
[This is the time separator]“What brings you here?”
As far as Rasilia knew, the emperor was the most unreasonable person.
With an entirely expressionless face, he created the most threatening expression. For some reason, Rasilia thought he looked very dangerous now.
“Have I interrupted?”
It was a few breaths later that the words came.
It had interrupted.
“We were in the midst of conversation. It’s regrettable, but there will be another opportunity.”
It had been an opportunity to know more about the Empress. It was fortunate to find out about the character of the Piellion viscount, who was close to the Empress and believed in her memory loss, even though the conversation had been cut off.
“Another opportunity?”
Softly muttering, the emperor plunked down right where Ternaden had sat.
Ternaden had been close enough to Rasilia to whisper. So that meant the emperor was just as close.
“You are too close, Your Majesty. And what brings you,”
The emperor cut off the rest of her sentence.
“You were closer with the viscount.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“You were closer.”
As if their lips would touch, the emperor’s face swooped closer.
“This close.”
‘Not at all. And why does the distance matter.’
Rasilia leaned her body to create distance.
“If you wish, let it be so.”
“And you held hands.”
As he said this, the emperor grabbed Rasilia’s hand. Rasilia looked at Rascal with a face that said she couldn’t understand.
“……It was not my will, but that happened. Now will you let go of my hand and keep your distance? You are too close.”
The emperor did not look like he intended to move at all.
“Did you say the same to him?”
“What?”
“That you lost your memory and he was just a stranger, so it was uncomfortable, and so he shouldn’t touch you and should stay away. Did you say that?”
She thought back for a moment, but nothing like that had happened. Instead of speaking, she had just taken her hand away.
“No.”
“Why?”
The already tooclose distance closed even further.
The gold eyes in front of her nose were burdensome beyond being intrusive, disturbing her vision.
“Why do you tell me to stay away, but not the viscount?”
“I didn’t have a chance to say that.”
“Really?”
“What?”
“If you had the opportunity, would you have refused the viscount as well?”
I involuntarily blinked my eyes.
‘Why is this happening? Is there a problem with the viscount? ……Ah, no, it’s not that. It must be that they are questioning whether I really lost my memory. The empress and the viscount seemed to have been close from the beginning.’
Having said that, the fact that I had seen the mark several times really irritated me.
Was it correct to simply regard it as a relationship between close siblings?
“Yes, that’s the answer.”
“Will you tell the viscount to let go if he takes your hand in the future?”
“Of course, I will. The viscount is very unfamiliar to me.”
“…….Then.”
Only after hearing those words did the emperor slowly let go of my hand.
The distance that was only a sheet of paper apart widened to about the length of a book.
When I looked at the emperor with an expression that asked if that was all, he met my eyes and said this,
“Next time, say to let go first. Create the opportunity if there is none.”
“I will do so.”
At those words, the space of one book grew to two.
It was still too close, but it felt like I could breathe a little now.
“What has the viscount come for?”
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
