Long Live the Emperor, Minus Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“Her Royal Highness, the Second Princess of the Ramore Kingdom, partakes.”
The answer is simple. All I need is to catch the eye of the highest authority—in this case, the Emperor. I don’t even need to be his favorite; merely drawing his attention enough to spark his curiosity is sufficient.
With just that much, I can make others in the same hostage position fear me.
And capturing a ruler’s attention is an exceedingly simple task for me.
Following the eunuch’s introduction, I slowly lowered my head. Children’s proportions differ from adults’, so even a bow must be done carefully to avoid toppling over.
Indeed, as I anticipated, the Emperor’s gaze lingered on me—likely intrigued by the unexpectedly polite demeanor from such a small figure.
“What’s this? A bloody scrap of flesh?”
But this remark caught me off guard. The crude phrasing, utterly unfit for the main hall, nearly made me lift my head in surprise.
“Your Majesty, this is the main hall.”
I managed to stay composed only because someone else voiced the very thought in my mind before I could act on it.
Given the voice came from directly ahead, it was probably the Empress. Good—so long as one of them retained some sense. I remained bowed, silently musing to myself.
In my own country, someone would’ve already drafted a five-page memorial: “Your Majesty, words are the windows to one’s heart; thus, speech must always be upright and proper…” But this isn’t my land—so long as diplomacy functions, who cares if they’re sane or not?
“Oh, alright, Empress. I’ll take care.”
Since the Emperor seemed willing to heed the Empress’s words, there truly was nothing more to worry about. Just as I stood there blankly thinking this, the dismissal came.
“Princess Blanche. The Emerald Palace has been prepared for you; you may withdraw now.”
This was the moment to speak. I opened my mouth and, pouring all my focus into each syllable, uttered precisely one sentence.
“I am profoundly moved by your kindness.”
Choosing a word an ordinary child wouldn’t know, ensuring my clumsy pronunciation wouldn’t stand out.
Under normal circumstances, such a minor display would never draw attention. But everyone in the main hall was watching me—and I was only three years old.
Because of this, everyone present would look at me once more, perhaps even whisper among themselves: “The Princess Blanche from Ramore Kingdom is remarkably clever.”
Barring any major upheaval, that would be the end of it. Among the flood of diplomatic envoys, no one would fixate on me specifically.
But that’s all I needed. With just that level of reaction, I could implant the impression among fellow hostages sharing the Emerald Palace that the Empire’s high officials held expectations for my future.
They’d conclude it’s wiser to treat me amicably rather than provoke me, simply to stay on the Empire’s good side.
That was all I required.
Satisfied, I sensed the gazes upon me shift in tone as I gracefully withdrew from the main hall. For my first step upon arriving in the Letail Empire, it was more than sufficiently brilliant.
*
Lee Baekryeon—that is, Blanche—was not one to underestimate herself. Blanche knew her talents all too well.
However, Blanche had overestimated what a three-year-old child could manage.
An ordinary three-year-old could never remain quiet and composed after a month-long journey, dragged straight into the grand hall without rest—let alone refrain from whining.
Such a child wouldn’t even know the word “profoundly moved,” much less use it perfectly in the right context.
Nor could they stand with such a straight back and squared shoulders.
By performing every action an ordinary three-year-old couldn’t, Blanche left a far deeper impression than she’d intended.
“How amusing, that one.”
The Emperor, who’d waited for Blanche to leave before speaking, delivered his assessment. At his tone, the Empress seated beside him narrowed her eyes sharply.
“Your Majesty, there are certain things one must not do to people.”
“Oh, yes. Quite right.”
The man who’d ascended the imperial throne at merely twenty-two years old flashed a dazzling smile.
“Then, Empress, how do you assess Princess Blanche?”
A child who concealed fatigue after a month-long journey, freely using words like “kindness” and “profoundly moved,” yet not overly talkative.
“She seemed sweet and well-behaved… Still, sending a three-year-old was rather excessive of Ramore.”
“Yes, Empress—I expected you’d say exactly that.”
“Huh? What do you mean by—”
“Now then, call in the next delegation.”
The Emperor, upon seeing Blanche, recalled another child—his younger brother.
Melchizedek Georges Pendleton, “Grand Duke,” the current first in line to the throne, seventeen years his junior—a child granted the title of Grand Duke at only five, destined to one day become Emperor.
Like Blanche just now, he was mature beyond his years, never revealing his true state, concealing weaknesses, and never flaunting his abilities indiscriminately.
“She’s worth a closer look.”
Eagles don’t befriend sparrows. Talented individuals need companions of equal caliber. And the Emperor had never yet found anyone worthy of his younger brother.
If Blanche proved to be that talent, her status as a princess from a minor kingdom would pose no issue whatsoever. After all, his brother’s happiness was what truly mattered.
Thus, the Emperor decided to meet Blanche once more—a result of her plan succeeding far better than she’d intended.
*
How fragile a three-year-old’s body is. The moment I reached my assigned chamber in the Emerald Palace, I collapsed.
My last memory was hearing Tula’s scream faintly through my fading consciousness.
Afterward, I briefly regained awareness a few times, but each time I swallowed the soup or water Tula offered, my mind would blur again.
“…Consciousness…”
“…Dare you…”
I awoke this time due to voices outside. Not because they were loud—the volume was too low for me to make out half the words.
What roused me was the emotion laced within that voice.
I’d last heard that tone when I’d seen His Majesty. In other words, it was the voice of a ruler in extreme displeasure.
Traumatized, I tumbled off the bed. For a three-year-old, the bed was slightly high—nearly a fall—but I felt no pain.
“Your tongue is awfully free. Shall I grant it even more freedom?”
Fortunately, Tula’s head remained attached until I opened the door. Before it was too late, I practically threw myself onto the floor before the Emperor. My skin scraped against the ground, stinging sharply.
“I greet the esteemed one.”
Since inhabiting this body, I’d avoided speaking in front of others due to my lisping. When I had to speak, I carefully selected words least likely to sound mangled.
But now was no time for such calculations.
“Oh, who do we have here? Finally, I behold that expensive face.”
From those words alone, I deduced the situation before I’d risen.
The Emperor had suddenly come to see me, and Tula, flustered, must have informed him I was bedridden. Naturally, the Emperor wouldn’t have cared.
“It is entirely this one’s fault.”
This was genuine—Tula bore no blame.
Both the Ramore Kingdom and the Letail Empire were monarchies, yet the strictness of their class systems differed by nation.
Ramore’s hierarchy was likely looser, while Letail’s was rigid.
Thus, Tula had panicked at the Emperor’s demand to bring a sick three-year-old, and the Emperor had grown furious at a mere nursemaid daring to contradict him.
But even as an intermediary, I saw clearly: Tula wasn’t at fault—it was Ramore Kingdom’s responsibility.
If they were sending someone to a powerful nation with a rigid class system, they should’ve properly instructed her. After all, if Tula caused trouble here, the fallout would reach them too—though perhaps that’s precisely why they were a minor kingdom.
My second failure was my age. Though I appeared to be a three-year-old child, inside resided a sixty-five-year-old minister—I should’ve anticipated this.
I ought to have instructed Tula explicitly: if any high-ranking imperial official came looking for me, douse me with cold water to wake me if necessary.
Since Ramore hadn’t properly trained her, the responsibility for this incident now fell squarely on me.
“Please cut out this one’s tongue and punish me to condemn this wrongdoing.”
My pronunciation was so muddled that I hesitated even while speaking honestly—but whether the Emperor truly understood or merely inferred from context, he didn’t question me.
“So it’s your fault? Ah—I see. You mean you specifically told her not to wake you, even if the Emperor himself came, before falling asleep?”
Impressive as I was, this Emperor was equally something else. Was that really how one spoke to a three-year-old? Truly, the Ramore Kingdom should’ve bowed a hundred times in gratitude just for my existence.
Without memories of my past life, even the cleverest child would’ve burst into tears by now—or worse, by the time they arrived, all they’d find was a dead nursemaid.
“The fault of subordinates lies with their superior. For failing to manage my subordinate properly, I beg Your Majesty to punish me.”
An eternity passed in an instant—then a clear laugh sounded above me.
“Haha. It seems my jest went too far. Rise, Princess Blanche. I was merely playing; I’m not angry.”
Though utterly unbelievable, it was a relief he didn’t seem intent on beheading Tula and me right then and there.
“Your Majesty’s grace covers the whole world.”
Fatigue still weighed on my body, and with tension released, every muscle ached. But I couldn’t afford to faint—I suppressed the sigh of relief threatening to escape and lifted my head.
As I looked up, I saw a handsome man smiling gently, as if he’d never threatened anyone just moments before.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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