“Hmm… It’s quite far. If you drive the carriage to death… Let’s see. Even if you hurry on the road, only sleeping five hours a day, it will take about two months. You also have to cross a mountain range.”
Two months. That was the time it took to get to Delaruta.
‘Really far. If it takes two months just to get there.’
The time to return would feel even more impossibly distant.
Rasilia glanced at the Emperor’s expression, smiling slightly. Her hand had been tightly held by the Emperor for some time now.
Ever since the moment she mentioned wanting to go to Delaruta. Since she had a request, she couldn’t forcefully yank her hand away. Her hand continued to be scorched by the much hotter body temperature of the Emperor.
“Two months. Not bad.”
“But why are you asking about that place? It’s a place with no interaction with Eliaeden.”
“The Empress has something she needs there.”
Expecting a refusal due to the distance, Rasilia felt a sense of relief internally.
‘So now… Can I go back?’
Saying that she would return to Delaruta didn’t mean that all of this would end. Above all, she couldn’t know what the situation was in Delaruta, whether King Ricardo had left the proxy war as it was.
But the mere thought of leaving an unfamiliar place had already lightened her heart’s burden. If the proxy official trusted her, a way would be found.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
The Emperor applied force to his hand, whispered softly into her ear.
“I’ve granted your request, so now I hope you’ll grant mine.”
If she could go to Delaruta, she could do that much.
“Speak, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor would not suddenly ask for physical contact. After all, he’d driven the nail in after recovering his memory.
But this was not something to be taken lightly.
“I want to be by your side for those two months.”
“……Pardon?”
She wondered what he meant.
“What exactly do you mean by ‘being by your side,’ Your Majesty?”
“Literally.”
“Literally?”
“I’ll be by your side. Always.”
“Always……?”
“So that you won’t forget the past as you did today.”
Rascal raised the hand he was holding and touched his lips.
“I’ll tell you everything, one by one.”
That was strange, but two months was also strange.
“That means… Your Majesty, you will also go to Delaruta?”
“No.”
“Then……?”
Rascal tilted his head.
“Why should I go to Delaruta?”
“Pardon?”
“We should call the priest here.”
“…….”
Rasilia’s face stiffened.
Somehow.
It had been too easy. It couldn’t have been so simple.
[This is the time separator]“Your face looks incredibly disappointed.”
Riyan approached and whispered softly.
They were preparing a place for the Emperor to stay in the Empress’s Palace. They weren’t building a new room, but there was nearly as much work to do.
As the next room bustled with palace women and attendants, Riyan remained in the Empress’s bedroom, not shadowing the Emperor.
“It’s as if you had an urgent reason to go to Delaruta.”
“……I was overwhelmed by His Majesty’s generosity.”
The reason Rasilia couldn’t insist on going to Delaruta until the end was that.
It was extremely rare for royalty to visit a foreign country for several months. There had to be a war or something similar.
When she said that special prayers might have to be made in the temple, the Emperor said that in that case, he would build a temple for Delaruta in the Imperial Palace.
Then the palace steward moved quickly.
As if they had long been prepared, the Emperor’s belongings were moved one after another into the Empress’s Palace.
“Hmm……. So you’ve come out like that. Well, I understand.”
Riyan unnecessarily touched a fresh gardenia flower.
“So, Your Highness the Empress, you’re also fine with His Majesty the Emperor always, whether day or night, sticking close to you?”
No, it couldn’t have been fine.
Even when she thought about it again, it was infuriating to Count Ferseon.
But there was nothing more she could do. Rasilia decided to think positively about it.
At least, she would be able to hear the news from Delarata since the ambassador was sure to come. If she was lucky, she might even be able to get in touch with the viceroy.
For now, this was the best she could do.
“That’s how it is, and I’ve accepted it.”
“My, when did you become so calm? You used to be the one who would cut off the heads of the courtiers if something displeased you.”
It was said that the Empress had often officially punished the courtiers. The reasons varied, and many said that theft or insult was just an excuse to kill.
Rasilia thought that perhaps it was to hide the mark.
“It’s a shame. I can’t remember anything when I should accept the blame.”
“I know you’re not the one with a clear conscience anyway.”
Liyan’s words were unhesitating.
It was clear. The shadow knights hated the Empress. The Emperor’s words that he was on good terms with the Empress were proof of an absurd lie.
“That oath is also absurd. If my memory returns, I’ll make contact. As if the Bluemoon could rise even tomorrow. You will have to endure that terrible pain locked in the room for days.”
“…….”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
