How great it would be if the memoryless Empress had become an entirely different person.
Then he could have spent his life praying that the memory would never return.
[This is the time separator]Today, too, Persun made an allout effort to decorate Rascal like a painting, and he entered the Empress’ palace.
Dressing up like this at bedtime was, in fact, a task entirely at odds with his thoughts.
He had moved his luggage to be with the Empress twentyfour hours a day, but to dress up, Rascal went back and forth to the Imperial Palace regularly.
He found it difficult to understand why.
He just wanted to look good to the Empress, and at the same time, he didn’t want it to be revealed that he was making an effort to look good.
Thanks to this, the servants of the Imperial Palace, including Persun, were kept busy.
“Her Majesty the Empress, His Majesty the Emperor has arrived.”
The Imperial Guard who announced the Emperor’s visit opened the door.
Opening this door led to a reception room, and the room on the left was the Empress’s bedroom.
“Do not follow me.”
Rascal entered the room alone.
There were a few more things that were difficult to understand.
When he saw the Empress, he wanted to be alone with her. Whether it was the Imperial Guard or a large chick, it was annoying.
Luckily, the Empress had reduced her habit of being surrounded by a flock of maidservants.
Cartagena’s Empress was not like that from the beginning. Right after marriage, she busily flitted in and out of the Imperial Palace with various excuses.
But while Rascal didn’t notice, the Empress changed her attitude. She acted sharp, lied, and faced him surrounded by as many as eight maidservants.
At that time, he had no interest in the Empress and did not pay attention. He wasn’t curious about why the Empress’s attitude had changed.
But now, he was curious about everything about the Empress.
He was curious even about what soap the Empress used. He was curious if the same soap would produce a pleasant scent on him like it did on the Empress, and if so, whether the Empress would like the scent as he did.
“……Maybe saying I like it is a bit off.”
As Rascal, about to open the bedroom door where the Empress was alone, stopped his action and smirked.
Saying he liked it seemed too tame for his state.
The desire to bury his nose in her skin and devour the scent until it disappeared, wanting to trap it inside him, was different from liking.
He generally had no interest in human emotions, but he roughly knew what the word “like” meant.
His desire was different from such a polite and gentle word.
Click.
He stopped thinking and opened the door.
“…….”
The Empress, as always, did not ask if he had arrived with a calm face.
She was asleep, wrapped in moonlight.
“…….”
Rascal suppressed a rough breath and walked towards the Empress.
Her skin, draped in blue moonlight, was as fine as ivory. Her loose black hair drew beautiful waves on her shoulders and back.
She was the first human he found beautiful. It was just that, but he found it hard to take his eyes off her at first sight.
검은 속눈썹은 반달 모양이었고, 그래서 입술을 대어 보고 싶었다. 반듯하게 솟은 코는 끝이 둥글었다. 그 아래 입술이 한 번도 만져 보지 못한 향긋한 과일처럼 말캉댈 것 같았다.
“……,”
홀린 것처럼 황후에게 다가가던 레스칼이 뚝 걸음을 멈추었다.
He lost confidence.
He couldn’t trust himself not to touch her anywhere.
Just as Rasilia realized she had to draw a line with the emperor, Rescal also noticed that there was a line drawn towards him by the empress.
If he revealed his polite but not kind instincts, the empress stiffened her body and retreated outside the line.
The suddenly chilled gaze and the words saying to let go now, although they seemed like nothing, continued to leave small scratches.
He shouldn’t have done what she disliked.
Because then, she might end up disliking him altogether.
Rescal was numb to emotion, but his other senses were keen.
Through today’s event, he figured out when the empress liked him less.
Like when he fulfilled a request and allowed him to continue holding hands, he had to create opportunities one by one.
“…….”
Rescal, having finished thinking, approached the empress, muffling his footsteps. He carefully picked up the empress and laid her on the bed.
Fortunately, the empress only slightly fluttered her eyelashes, not waking up from sleep.
Rescal sat under the bed, leaning his head on it. Since his head was bent, he could see the empress’s face well.
Even in the underworld’s moonlight that made beings on earth look cold and dark, the empress was beautiful.
Feeling the writhing demonic blood within him, Rescal held his breath and watched the empress.
It was a night when he shouldn’t fall asleep.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
