It was better not to see the Emperor for now.
“Ah… I see. Understood.”
Ivette bowed her head, looking gloomy. Though unintentional, she felt sorry for her.
“The Princess should also leave, lest she catch the cold. I’ll be alone.”
Upon hearing this, Ivette’s hands shot up in surprise.
“What are you saying, your Majesty the Empress? Naturally, someone has to care for you when you’re not well! If my words are the problem, I won’t speak first from now on!”
“It’s fine to speak that much. That’s a separate issue; I’m just not comfortable. If needed, I’ll call you. Until then, take it easy. Don’t you also need time to look after your siblings?”
“Ah… if that’s the case, yes. Thank you for your consideration, your Majesty the Empress.”
Rasilia nodded.
As Ivette exited the bedroom, she repeatedly looked back.
“But your Majesty the Empress, if you need me, you must call me. Absolutely.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
“Yes. Don’t forget.”
Ivette finally left the bedroom.
Left alone, Rasilia consoled her confused feelings.
“I must leave before the problem grows… I can’t wait until an envoy from Delarta arrives.”
Now, a means of first contact was established.
Perhaps if she asked Pippi, the birds might deliver a letter.
However, she was reluctant to use that method.
The long journey, taking two months even by carriage, would also be hard on the birds. And she hesitated to ask Pippi for help in leaving Eliaden.
“I can’t lie to Pippi either. What will Pippi do if she finds out I’m a fake?”
Would Pippi be angry? Sad? Or would she look for a real companion?
In less than a month, she’d already formed attachments that were hard to let go of.
She would miss them even though she knew they weren’t hers.
“But there’s no other way.”
Pippi was a clever bird; she would eventually understand her situation. With this thought, Rasilia was about to get up from the bed to write a letter to the envoy from Delarta.
Knock knock!
“Your Majesty the Empress.”
Ivette, who had just left the room, returned.
Her cheeks were flushed; she seemed to have received some good news.
“I know you’re not well, but… it’s urgent. The royal tailor says if the measurements aren’t taken, they can’t make clothes. Oh, it means your new clothes will be delayed.”
“Hm…?”
Rasilia cocked her head for a moment.
‘Was that such an urgent matter?’
Ivette clasped her hands together and looked at her. It seemed like she was saying not to refuse.
“Didn’t you tell the tailor I’m sick?”
“Of course, but still, if we don’t take measurements, they can’t make the clothes… I mean, that would delay your new clothes.”
“…Then, let’s do it.”
Taking the measurements briefly should be fine.
The Emperor was said to have a severe cold, but in fact, he had almost fully recovered as Yvette said.
“I’ll see you in the reception room.”
“Yes, yes! Your Majesty the Empress!”
Yvette’s voice sounded noticeably brighter. It seemed she was genuinely happy that her offer as the royal tailor was not declined.
(This is a time separator.)
“You’ve changed quite a lot in your measurements, Your Majesty the Empress,” said the royal tailor.
Holding differentsized rulers coiled around his arm, he meticulously measured her body everywhere.
“With this, the clothes won’t come out right. I’ll have to measure everything again.”
“Is that so?”
If the tailor said so, it must be true.
“I must ask you to remove your coat for the measurements.”
“Remove the coat…?”
This was a request that had not been made on her previous visit.
Rasilia looked at the royal tailor as if she were finding this anew.
It was definitely the same face, yet it felt different than before.
He, like Yvette, also had flushed cheeks.
“Ah, I see. Your Majesty the Empress, if you extend your arms, I will help you remove it.”
Yvette briskly approached.
Rasilia shook her head.
“Hold on, princess. Remove the coat? Is this truly necessary? It also seems to clash with royal etiquette.”
“Uh…? Oh, that’s true. If anyone can touch the royal garments, then…”
The tailor interrupted.
“It is not so, Your Majesty the Empress. It is absolutely necessary for making the dress.”
Upon hearing this, Yvette nodded vigorously.
“Ah, right. Making Your Majesty the Empress’s dress is the most important thing! Breaking etiquette can be overlooked if it’s just between us. I’ll undo the buttons now, Your Majesty.”
“I have not agreed yet—”
Snap!
Due to Yvette’s hasty movements, the top buttonhole opened and a button fell off.
“Mother. You should have stayed still. Raise your arm, Your Majesty the Empress.”
“Princess…?”
At this point, something felt clearly off.
The usual Yvette would never behave this way. Even if just one button fell off, she would have felt immensely guilty.
“Leave the dress, look at me. Tell me what happened before you called for the tailor.”
“What happened…”
Yvette, who was looking at her, had bloodshot eyes. Unusually so, as if too eager in her sewing.
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
