“After the New Year’s ceremonies, Martin and Father roamed around to find traces of the illness the Empress is said to have. However, the income was not substantial. Despite Kilian’s occasional assistance, it remained so. Moreover, these days Nathaniel was struggling with military affairs. The Emperor emphasized the need to familiarize himself with the tasks in advance, passing an enormous amount of paperwork. During the day, he prepared for the imperial succession, and at night, he tirelessly conducted an investigation into the Empress’s background.
I woke Nathaniel, who was sleeping on the bed like a dead person. ‘Nathaniel, wake up.’ ‘Ugh…’ Slowly, his eyelids rose, revealing sleepy, bloodshot eyes. He blinked a few times and then got up from his bed. ‘What time is it?’ ‘It’s already evening.'”
“I want to sleep a bit more.”
“Have something to eat before you sleep.”
Apart from the juice I had in the morning, I haven’t eaten anything all day. I forcefully woke Nathaniel, who was half-dozing, and he reluctantly started his meal. Whether he was hungry or not, he tore a piece of bread and put it in his mouth. When I ladled out some soup and fed him, he ate it with relish.
“We have to meet Her Majesty later.”
“Again?”
“There’s something she wants to tell you privately… Haa.”
Yawning heavily, Nathaniel collapsed into my arms.
“Did you find any traces of the illness among the soldiers?”
“We did. Martin is currently tracking the Duke’s subordinates.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Yeah.”
Then, he closed his eyes again and began to doze off. Unable to push him away, I gently patted his back.
Nathaniel, who seemed to be in a good mood, rubbed his cheek against my shoulder.
“I have to go to Her Majesty.”
“Yeah.”
Eventually, after a while of dawdling, Nathaniel went outside only when the imperial messenger sent by the emperor arrived.
Nathaniel, who had a lot of complaints about being summoned by the emperor late in the evening, seemed particularly irritated lately. It wasn’t anything particularly significant, but he felt like he was being called more frequently these days.
“So, I’d like you to attend the budget meeting next week.”
The emperor observed Nathaniel, who was studying the report intently, with a grimace on his face.
Until recently, he had been a son with a strangely distant feeling, even though he could be called family. However, at some point, his emotions became richer, and he became more talkative.
He couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, but from a stranger who was once incomprehensible to someone like, ‘He’s still my son,’ it changed.
“All right. I’ll attend since I’ll be in charge soon anyway.”
Saying that, Nathaniel yawned for a long time. Unusually, fatigue was evident.
“Looks like you’re not feeling well these days.”
“I couldn’t sleep well last night.”
Hearing Nathaniel’s response, the emperor smiled strangely.
“Yeah, it happens. I’m sorry for calling you at this late hour.”
Seemingly misunderstanding something strange, Nathaniel didn’t bother to say anything.
“Go back now. The Crown Princess must be waiting.”
It didn’t seem like Jayna had been waiting for him, unable to sleep. Finally thinking about escaping from this tedious work, Nathaniel quickly bid farewell and left the room.
Left alone in the study, the emperor watched Nathaniel hurry away and then returned to his seat.
A few days ago, after quarreling with the empress, he hadn’t met her once.
“Now, I should go see her.”
If the empress were to come and apologize, pretending not to know would be difficult.
He was well aware of her ambition, but fragile Henry didn’t suit the emperor’s position. Moreover, Nathaniel, who had begun to understand other people’s emotions, was the perfect emperor.
“Henry falls far short.”
“Our Henry is not lacking.”
At the sudden voice, the emperor was startled and rose from his seat. The sound of a chair being dragged echoed in the room. Someone was standing in the darkness.
“Who’s there!”
“Your Majesty.”
“Milia?”
Seeing Milia, who seemed half out of her mind, the emperor frowned.
“When did you come in? Without a word.”
“Didn’t Your Majesty tell me about the secret passage a long time ago?”
It was a story from a long time ago, during the time when the former empress was alive. Philips spent time playing in the study with Milia secretly, and sometimes, for Milia, who felt sad, he went down through the secret passage to show her the empress’s room.
[Dashes] Someday, all of this will be yours, Milia.It was sweet candy talk.
Thinking of those times, Milia smiled strangely.
Although everything had become hers, she was neither pleased nor happy.
“Why did you take that old path…”
Philipps retreated with a start. Something felt strange. A sharp warning beep echoed in his ears.
“Wait. Stop right there.”
The emperor groped the wall hesitantly.
Although he inherited the diluted blood of an ancient dragon, he was still a descendant of a dragon. The ability he possessed was to sense danger.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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