Whatever it was, it was not good to feel more emotion towards the Emperor than necessary.
“What I dislike is when Your Majesty makes cryptic demands. When you’re asleep, there’s none of that.”
“Tell me specifically.”
“Like the request to cover the blanket again earlier. Since you were awake, you could have easily covered the blanket yourself. Asking me seemed like you were trying to torment me.”
“I never did.”
Lescall suddenly stood in front of Rasilia.
It was a hasty action, but it was very difficult for a human to understand his behavior properly.
Lescall moved too quickly, without a sound. His eyes were brilliant, but his expression was cold. All that a human saw was Lescall’s impassive face suddenly approaching.
“I never, ever torment you. If you’re tormented because of me, it means I made a mistake unknowingly. Let me know when that happens. So that I can ask for your forgiveness.”
“……”
And somehow, Rasilia felt like she understood Lescall’s expression. She could see that he was anxious about being misunderstood.
“Then.”
“Do so. Let me know.”
“……I understand.”
Lescall let out a small breath. It meant relief.
“Thank you in advance.”
‘…It seems sincere.’
This time Rasilia sighed.
It wasn’t good.
It was not enough to think that he was beautiful while looking at his sleeping face; now she was reading his expression and accepting his emotions.
‘You know you shouldn’t.’
The end between the Emperor and herself was already decided.
She was striving to avoid that ending.
By understanding and feeling one by one like this, she would eventually fall in love with the Emperor, and the Emperor would kill her.
“It seems there was no mutation yesterday.”
Rasilia changed the subject, moving her feet back.
“Ah… now that I think about it.”
The Emperor seemed not to know well how last night had passed, perhaps because he was asleep.
Anyway, it was fortunate. Wouldn’t the absence of mutation mean that Bluemoon would soon wane?
“Then you may go back to your room now. I will wash up.”
“……”
The Emperor looked at her, his lips slightly trembling.
It was awkward to read that expression as regret.
“……It must be so.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Rasilia quickly finished her greeting and headed for the bathroom as if fleeing.
The Emperor’s expressions, which she could now understand, remained as afterimages in her head, making it very difficult.
[This is the time separator]“Your Majesty the Empress. Today is the day of the insult.”
Lady Pashad, with seven maids lined up behind her like a knight’s team, opened her mouth.
Her expression was unusual.
Whether it was because she could now read the very small expressions shown by the Emperor, Lady Pashad’s vivid expression easily caught her eye.
That was the expression of someone firmly resolved to something.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, Your Majesty the Empress. Please stand this way. It would be best to enter the bathroom before the smoke disappears.”
Lady Pashad, outwardly very polite, bowed and gestured.
“Will you undress?”
But the purpose was a threat.
Duchess knew clearly that the empress was hiding the sign of disappearance, and had deliberately prepared the situation to undress by calling all the maids.
It was a provocation, asking if you could really spill the secret so easily.
“Ah, I didn’t say that.”
However, Rasilia had unintentionally prepared for the Duchess’s provocation.
“What do you mean, Your Majesty the Empress?”
“From now on, the Shuraiden nun will take care of my bath.”
“What? What do you mean?”
A vein stood out in the shocked Duchess’s neck.
“The Shuraiden nun. Are you saying that such a person is in the Empress’s palace? We’ve never even heard the name.”
“She was appointed as a maid in the Empress’s palace yesterday with Your Majesty’s permission.”
“Yesterday? How could you do such a thing without saying a word…”
The Duchess’s voice began to tremble.
Rasilia was numb to such matters, but the Empress’s maids were the epitome and peak of the social world. The influence of the Duchess, the first maid among the Empress’s eight close attendants, was tremendous.
It was natural to feel a shock that a stone rolled unexpectedly in the solid world of power they had built.
“Do I have to tell you in advance who I choose to serve me? That wouldn’t be the case.”
“Your Majesty the Empress. There are rules and conventions in the palace. That,”
“Are you going to argue and talk about rules and conventions in front of me now?”
Rasilia wore a stern expression.
In fact, it was the image she possessed as a prophet, but it was not much different from the appearance of the Empress.
“I’m not sure who the Empress is.”
The Duchess’s face went pale. However, she had too much to lose to back down here, and she knew the Empress of Cartagena too well.
“Ha, Your Highness… How can you entrust something as important as a bath to someone else? That’s rightfully the job of the first maid, my part.”
Unfortunately, Rasilia was not the Empress of Cartagena.
“Then the Shuraiden nun will have to become the first maid.”
“You…? Your Majesty the Empress, how can you say such a thing so easily,”
“Isn’t that right even if we consider her status? The Shuraiden nun is the only daughter of a duke.”
The Duchess inadvertently raised her voice.
“What are you talking about! A Shuraiden dukedom, there’s no such family in the Empire!”
Rasilia smiled at the Duchess, whether she struggled or not.
It was because a cute voice saying “Peep!” was heard from behind the bathroom door.
“Come in, noble lady.”
“Uh, uh…? Yes? Did you already know I arrived, Your Majesty the Empress? Then I will come in.”
Ivette, who seemed momentarily bewildered, opened the bathroom door and came in.
“Good morning to Your Majesty the Empress. It’s a very, very good morning!”
“Peep!”
The maids who saw Ivette coming into the bathroom couldn’t help but be horrified.
“You are…!”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
