The maids were given the punishment of reading all ten volumes of etiquette books.
The reason there were as many as ten volumes of etiquette books was because etiquette had changed little by little over the long history of the empire, but that was not something Rasilia knew.
Like Lady Pashad, they were prohibited from entering the palace until they finished reading. The imperial palace, from which as many as eight maids and their broughtin servants had rushed out like the ebb tide, was quiet for a while.
“I really don’t know if that’s okay.”
After gulping down a sip of cold tea, Ivette opened her mouth.
The tea had cooled because Ivette had not been able to lift her teacup as she continued to shake her hand.
Having tea time alone with the empress was a privilege that only the first maid could enjoy. Even that was not a frequent occurrence.
Ivette, who repeatedly held her teacup and made a sad face as if she would drop it at any moment, only barely stopped trembling after the tea had completely cooled. Her expression just before drinking the tea was almost grim.
But after all, when she tried it, the tea was tea.
Of course, the teacup, thin as paper, was incredibly expensive, and the tea was smooth and fragrant even when cold, so it felt like a dream, but still, the tea was tea. It was something to be drunk.
“Can I really fill the maids’ absence? I think I can do it, but it also feels too arrogant… Oh, I really don’t know.”
“Chirp!”
Perched on Rasilia’s palm and eating a glazed cherry on top of a cake, Pipi let out a sharp noise.
“Pipi says not to worry. You’ll be able to do it.”
Actually, it was a rougher expression, but Rasilia translated it appropriately.
Ivette’s eyes widened.
“How does Pipi know that? He’s just a newborn little bird, isn’t he? Well, of course, a tremendous bird.”
“Chirp!”
Pipi shook his head vigorously.
“Oh, he seems angry… Did I say something wrong?”
“Um… It seems like I made a mistake. He doesn’t like the name Pipi.”
Exactly, he didn’t like Ivette calling him Pipi.
“Ah… I see. The name Pipi is too babyish for the king of birds.”
“Chirp!”
“Do we need to rename him then? Would that be better?”
“Chirp.”
Pipi gave a somewhat ambiguous answer.
There was a need to rename him, but calling him Pipi was okay.
“Um… If you don’t dislike Pipi, why do you need another name?”
“Chirp!”
“Pipi doesn’t suit the king of birds. Yes, then what?”
“Chirp Chirp.”
“Ah, I should call you that? Why only me?”
“Chirp…”
Pipi tucked his little wings together and made a shy appearance.
“What are you embarrassed about?”
“Chirp!”
Rasilia failed to understand, and Pipi became annoyed this time. Instead of replying, he went down to the cake plate and began to eat the cake passionately.
“He really seems to like Her Majesty the Empress.”
Pipi’s name was disliked, so she carefully added a respectful term afterward.
“Chirp!”
Pipi reacted sensitively even while eating the cake.
“We must rename him.”
At Rasilia’s words, Ivette promptly stood up.
“Shall I bring a naming book? Or a chronicle? All the noble names are listed there.”
“Don’t you already know that?”
“Ah…! Right.”
Ivette sat down again.
“Chirp?”
The two people and one bird began to ponder the name.
After about two hours, Pipi eventually came to have the long name of Menuskallen Ellingkier Baiyar Pipi.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon]“Then, Lord Ren, shall I call you this from now on?”
Adding a respectful term naturally led to honorifics.
Pipi, seeming much more satisfied, held his head high.
“Chirp.”
“Yes. That’s good.”
Ivette smiled brightly.
“I’m glad. That you like your new name.”
“Chirp Chirp.”
Pipi fluttered his wings, appearing pleased.
“Huh?”
“Um?”
Then his small body floated lightly in the air.
“Lord Ren! You’re flying!”
“Is he flying already…? Isn’t that too fast?”
“Exactly. She’s only been born for three days now.”
Floating about thirty centimeters above the tea table, after fluttering for a while, Pipi panted and sat back down on the cake plate.
“Pip, Pip…”
“She says she’s tired.”
“Ah, would you like some water then?”
Quickwitted Yvette poured water into an empty bowl.
Pipi pecked Rasilia’s hand. It was a sign that she wanted water.
“You spoiled thing. You could drink it yourself.”
Rasilia laughed softly, picked up Pipi in her palm, tilted the bowl, and held it to Pipi’s mouth.
That’s when it happened.
“Pipi?”
Suddenly, Pipi’s head jerked up.
At the same time, the voice of the guards rang out.
“His Majesty the Emperor is coming!”
“Ah!”
Panic set in quickly. Rasilia grabbed Pipi, put her into a sugar bowl, and closed the lid. Although Yvette’s hair would have been the best place to hide Pipi, she didn’t trust herself not to ruin Yvette’s hairstyle in a hurry.
“Has he arrived?”
“We welcome His Majesty the Emperor.”
The Emperor, who had been dealing with nobles, palace officials, and the Prime Minister in reality all day, walked towards them, looking somewhat fatigued.
“Do you remember the opportunity to hold my hand?”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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