The taste of ginger juice was different for a reason.
Recalling the spicy and pungent flavor of the ginger juice Flota had made, Rasilia frowned. Flota surely hadn’t made that juice with her own wellbeing or wishes for a speedy recovery in mind.
So the sweet and warm ginger tea she was drinking now smoothly went down her throat but left a lukewarm feeling somewhere in her heart.
I told them to make it delicious.
Because the one consuming it should find it delicious. Because he had wished for it so.
“I don’t know.”
Thunk.
Rasilia put down her second cup of tea.
Fearing she would start to think unnecessary thoughts, Rasilia covered herself with a blanket.
Hoping the blanket would cover all her thoughts, she forced herself to sleep.
The next day, absurd information that Empress Eliaeden’s favorite food was ginger was conveyed to the royal chef.
(This is a time separator.)
“Isn’t this a bit much?”
Rasilia muttered while looking at the dishes filled with ginger on the dining table. Every dish was garnished with ginger.
It was the first time she realized there were so many different ways to cook with ginger.
Ivette, with a bandaged arm, bowed her head, seemingly embarrassed.
“I also think so, Your Majesty…”
“Ridiculous, but it does taste good.”
Rasilia chuckled as she moved her fork.
“It appears you can make jam out of ginger. I didn’t know that.”
“In fact, you can make anything, Your Majesty. Even cookies and cakes. And also… well, not that you like it.”
Ivette, about to list what she knew, abruptly shut her mouth.
Fidgeting with her skirt, Ivette added cautiously, overcome with guilt.
“That is… I merely mentioned that Your Majesty had ginger juice for your cold… Somehow that got misunderstood.”
So Ivette felt responsible for the breakfast table being this way.
“It’s not like that. If there’s a fault, it’s mine for emptying two cups of ginger tea.”
Rasilia couldn’t help but chuckle.
Thinking of the Emperor who turned this situation into a spectacle just because she drank the tea with appreciation made her laugh.
“Ah… so it’s not so bad, then?”
“Once is tolerable. But make sure it doesn’t happen like this again.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
Ivette moved quickly to serve the meal, her face lightening up.
“It’s fine. You’re injured. I can eat by myself.”
“No, I’m not that hurt. I’ve already received treatment. But, about you…”
Ivette’s face darkened again.
“Are you… really okay, Your Majesty? Because of what I did…”
“How many times have I told you? It’s not your fault.”
“But still, what I did was… unthinkable…”
Ivette bit her lip.
Rasilia put down her fork and patted Ivette’s hand.
“Even Lord Sigres fell victim. It might have been ancient magic; there’s no way you could have avoided it. I’m just glad you’re safe.”
“Your Majesty…”
Ivette looked at Rasilia with teary eyes. Sensing that the settled matter would be reopened, Rasilia picked up her fork again.
“Let’s finish the meal first. No more worrying about that.”
“Ah, yes, Your Majesty… But why did they make us undress?”
Ivette was clever. She didn’t overlook the fact that this event must have had a solid purpose.
“No matter how much I think about it, that’s too strange. I’ve been pondering it all day and there’s only one reason that makes sense.”
Thunk.
The fork clinked against the plate.
Rasilia took a sip of water to conceal her agitation.
“What do you think that reason is?”
“Branding, Your Majesty. Isn’t that the only plausible reason for them to do that to you?”
Ivette shivered as she spoke.
“The mark is in a place where it can never be easily seen. I don’t know what you were trying to do with the mark… but this seems really serious, Your Majesty the Empress.”
“…Indeed.”
If Ivette had noticed, others would soon as well. The only reason to forcibly remove the Empress’s clothing was, as Ivette said, to check the mark.
“Lord Horset said that ancient magic might have been used. Then the culprits are undoubtedly the Serpent Heads… That means the temple can’t be entirely unrelated.”
“…Perhaps.”
“What exactly is happening? Why is this happening to Your Majesty the Empress…”
“Princess Shraiden.”
Rasilia cut off Ivette’s speculation.
Ivette was already quickly approaching my secret. At this rate, she might even connect the mark to the reason I always change into my underdress alone, rejecting bath attendance.
Ivette was only a few steps away from facing the secret.
“As I said, that is a matter for my guards to handle. I’d like to finish my meal.”
“Ah, I overstepped. I apologize, Your Majesty the Empress.”
Ivette closed her mouth and stepped back.
“……”
Rasilia continued to move her fork without speaking.
It was really time to try something.
‘I need to think of a way to not be the Empress anymore.’
What could that be?
(This is a time separator.)
In the Emperor’s office, there was a slightly different gathering than usual. In place of Serben, who had been demoted to a mere knight and was standing guard at the main gate of the Empress’s palace, were Dekan and Pippi.
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 🙂
*
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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