I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
A few days ago, convinced that I’d never hear from him again, I briefly discussed it with Shasha.
We wondered how we could get the Emperor to contact us. I told Shasha that if she didn’t want to marry an old man, she’d need to get in touch with someone specific. And after putting our heads together, we came up with carrier pigeons.
There was no way the Emperor would accept a letter from the daughter of a mere count, nor would he agree to meet anyone we sent.
Even if another party were held, the Emperor wouldn’t attend—so we decided on carrier pigeons.
Thus, I tied my letter to a pigeon’s leg and asked Shasha to send it flying.
“A pigeon—is that an engagement gift?”
“Well, I sent it partly because I worried you might have forgotten me, but I suppose in a way, it could be seen as an engagement gift!”
Of course, upon hearing you’d just killed someone, I hastily abandoned any notion of proposing.
Still, afraid I might have offended you, I did my best to smile as I addressed him.
But then—
“It seems you’re quite eager to marry me.”
“Huh? What do you mean…?”
Eager to marry? Well… a few days ago, maybe—just a tiny bit—but certainly not now. So I shook my head vigorously, yet his next words stunned me.
“What do you mean ‘what’? Sending hundreds of pigeons clearly shows how desperate you were.”
“Haha… hundreds…? Wait, hundreds?”
Come on. Hundreds? I’d only planned on one or two.
“Hundreds… of pigeons were sent?”
“Yes. I’ve no reason to lie, do I?”
I gave an awkward smile and looked at the Emperor—he seemed serious.
Heh. Well. Our Shasha really is something.
“Some even broke through the windows and flew right in, then started dancing among themselves.”
“…Dancing…?”
“Yes. I watched for a while—they moved their bodies quite vigorously, as if performing a courtship dance.”
“That’s…”
From now on, I shouldn’t ask Shasha for any favors. I’d only asked her to express my feelings through pigeons, just in case he might recognize it was me…
“After seeing that dance, I was certain—it matched your gestures exactly.”
Since when did pigeon movements resemble mine?!
“You’re the only one who charges at me demanding a fight every time we meet, and since those pigeons made the same gestures, I knew you’d sent them.”
“It wasn’t exactly… demanding a fight…”
This is unfair. It wasn’t that I wanted to fight—it just happened that way due to the circumstances.
“It’s just… I mean…”
“Truth be told, I’d completely forgotten about you.”
“Oh…”
“I’m not so idle as to pay attention even to someone spouting nonsense. And honestly, I felt the same when the carrier pigeon arrived.”
A pang of disappointment washed over me. I’d thought I’d imprinted myself firmly in the Emperor’s mind through sheer persistence, but apparently not at all.
“But are you really going to leave an emperor of a nation standing like this?”
Leave him standing? Where would I even lay him down?! I wanted to shout, but this man… hadn’t he just said he’d killed everyone who acted arrogantly toward him? My body instinctively bowed in deference.
“Oh! I’ll show you the way.”
Bowing deeply, as if my body remembered proper etiquette, I lowered my head with perfect decorum. The Emperor still stood before the imperial carriage, while the count’s servants dared not approach. After glancing at them, I turned around.
“There’s a garden not far from here. It’s no match for the imperial palace, but it should suffice for our conversation.”
“If it’s insufficient, I’ll make it sufficient. No one will be allowed near us.”
“Ah… Yes.”
Every word he spoke was like a precious gem.
They said he despised women so much he avoided speaking to them—but he’s talking just fine, albeit in the most unpleasant way. Though honestly, it doesn’t seem like he’s speaking that way just because I’m a woman.
While I continued assessing him, we arrived at the count’s garden.
The countess had cut the gardener’s salary, calling it the most wasteful expense, so the garden had been neglected for quite some time.
‘I knew they avoided the garden due to extravagance, but this is excessive.’
Wild, untamed hair—no, grass. So full of personality it practically screamed its opinions. It was no surprise there wasn’t a single flower—the environment couldn’t support any blooms.
Right after, I heard the Emperor’s displeased voice from behind.
“Is this supposed to be a garden? It’s like…”
“Like…?”
“…a puppy playground. Utterly untouched by human hands. Completely unmaintained.”
“My apologies. But we do have a tea table, so…”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head before walking toward the tea table. Predictably, its condition wasn’t much better.
It was rusted in spots, likely from rain exposure, and thick dust coated its surface.
Before the Emperor could even speak, his knights swiftly approached and wiped his chair clean. Only then did he sit down.
As soon as the Emperor took his seat, the knights quickly surrounded him, blocking anyone else from approaching. I watched the scene unfold in silence until the Emperor moved his chin.
“Sit.”
“Yes.”
Couldn’t they have wiped my chair too while they were at it? Mine was still covered in thick dust.
With no other choice, I pulled a handkerchief from my sleeve, placed it on the chair, and sat before him. The Emperor, who’d been watching me silently, frowned as he looked at the empty table.
“I shall overlook your oversight in not offering me tea.”
“Even now, if you’d like…”
“This isn’t exactly an intimate setting for sharing tea, is it?”
“Oh… Right.”
What was I supposed to do? His words were so perfectly phrased that even if I asked for tea, I wouldn’t want them to bring it. Yet despite his words, his expression grew oddly wistful at my reply.
He’d just said it wasn’t a time for intimate tea, yet he looked almost… regretful. But I felt no regret, so I simply nodded.
A brief silence fell between us.
For a long while, the Emperor kept moving his lips as if wanting to say something, dragging out the moment before finally speaking.
“Something completely unexpected has happened.”
“Huh? Unexpected?”
“You were right. I do have a son.”
“Oh! That’s wonderful…”
Wait. Hold on. Just as I was about to agree that I’d been right, I frowned in surprise and asked,
“You didn’t know you had a son?”
“I told you that day—I had no son.”
“You were… pretending not to know…?”
“It was the truth.”
What? The truth? The Emperor truly didn’t know? That statement about having no son wasn’t meant to keep it secret?
Then I must’ve looked like… a slightly unhinged woman insisting a childless man had a son.
‘How insane must he have thought I was?’
My cheeks flushed hot.
“You really must’ve thought I was… out of my mind, didn’t you?”
“Naturally.”
“Oh.”
“I truly believed you were mad—insisting I had a son when I didn’t.”
Seeing him nod so confidently made shame wash over me.
Why didn’t he know? In the novel, it was clearly stated he knew. Remembering that day, the heat in my cheeks refused to fade.
The Emperor, seemingly amused by my flustered state, crossed his legs and rested his chin in his hand, while I wished I could vanish into a mouse hole.
‘Now that I think about it… the Emperor never explicitly confirmed he knew. It only said that on Rodelo’s eighth birthday, he acknowledged the boy as his child and placed him as Crown Prince… It never stated he’d known from the beginning.’
Of course I assumed he knew.
‘How foolish of me. In the novel, when Rodelo—having lost his memories—was sent to the orphanage and later returned to the palace, he carried a token belonging to the Emperor’s youngest brother. I mistakenly assumed the Emperor had sent him away because of that token… How foolish I was.’
While I was lost in thought, the Emperor watched me with clear interest.
“So I became curious.”
“A-about what?”
The heat on my cheeks had finally subsided.
“How did you discover the child’s existence?”
Ah. I’d worried he’d ask something else—thank goodness.
‘Or… is this its own problem?’
How should I explain it? After a moment’s hesitation, I beamed. My mouth felt dry from the lingering warmth in my cheeks.
I’d always known the day would come when the Emperor would question me about something.
After all, how could the daughter of a mere count possibly know about his secret son? I’d rehearsed my answer countless times for this very moment.
“I’m just a little special!”
“Special?”
“Yes!”
The Emperor nodded slowly, as if suddenly understanding something.
“Now that I recall, your sister is Shanensia Belochi.”
“Oh.”
“Could she have discovered something?”
My expression stiffened involuntarily.
“Shasha—no, Shanensia—has nothing to do with it. I simply possess a special ability that allows me to glimpse fragments of the future.”
It wasn’t a very useful claim—‘I can see the future.’
Though this world was based on a novel, everything I knew would lose its meaning from the moment I approached the Emperor. But I had no other explanation to offer.
So I stated it more confidently, and the Emperor studied me for a long while.
The claim of seeing the future.
I was enacting that clichéd plotline—telling him I knew the future, proposing marriage, or suggesting a deal.
Honestly, whenever I saw novel heroines say such things, I’d always thought, ‘Would anyone actually believe that? Not even question how she knows things that haven’t happened yet?’
Even with fictional leniency, I’d have been skeptical myself.
But perhaps because Shanensia was known to possess special abilities, the Emperor showed no doubt. Strangely, even I felt a flicker of credibility in my own words.
“Then tell me more.”
“Huh?”
“About that future you claim to see.”
What did he expect me to do? Why was he so confident? I wasn’t some fortune-teller or seer. Even if I did know, his attitude made me reluctant to share anything.
“Why should I?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to become my son’s mother?”
“That’s right.”
“Then shouldn’t you try harder to entice me?”
“That’s exactly why I can’t say more.”
Frustration surged within me, but I was powerless. All I could do was argue earnestly against his words.
“Oh?”
“If I reveal everything, you’ll think I’m useless and discard me. I need to keep something for myself, don’t I?”
My legs, hidden beneath my dress, trembled uncontrollably. Was this really okay? Could I really speak so boldly before the Emperor?
But I’d anticipated he’d say something like this—that’s why I’d specifically framed it as ‘fragmentary glimpses of the future.’ And strangely, my words carried unexpected weight.
Because it wasn’t baseless insistence—it was a justified stance.
Predictably, my arrogant remark elicited a sharp change in his demeanor.
His eyes darkened with a dangerous glint—as if he might kill me on the spot. What now? Should I just blurt out anything at all?
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
Shes actually so funny. Her inner thought is a jumble mess
There it is the infamous quote of every male lead .