Long Live the Emperor, Minus Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Wow…”
The greenhouse I visited, following the palace attendant who came to fetch me, was fantastical.
Whoever thought of filling an entire building with blooming flowers? Thanks to that idea, the fragrance was trapped inside, making it feel as though I were walking through a bouquet. Looking up, I saw the blue sky shining through the glass above; glancing down, colorful blossoms dazzled my eyes. Yet, because green dominated the overall scenery, my eyes didn’t feel strained at all.
“Isn’t it amazing? This glass greenhouse was a gift from His Majesty the Emperor to Her Majesty the Empress on their wedding day—it’s a pride of the Empire.”
Whether because he liked children or simply wanted to boast about the imperial couple’s affection, the palace attendant explained with a cheerful smile. Seeing his goodwill, I saw no reason to be prickly and honestly expressed my admiration.
“Amazing.”
I cared nothing for wealth and glory, but something like this might actually be rather nice. I deliberately didn’t hasten my steps, strolling leisurely and savoring the floral scent.
Besides, I wouldn’t be late anyway. If someone scolded a three-year-old for not arriving early and instead showing up exactly on time, they’d look strange themselves.
Though the attendant must have noticed my pace had slowed considerably compared to the walk to the greenhouse, he didn’t urge me forward.
“Shall I lift you up so you can see the flowers blooming on the trees?”
He even offered such a suggestion. But while walking slowly was fine, doing something entirely unrelated might leave a poor first impression, so I shook my head.
“I’ll just take your kindness.”
The attendant smiled gently and even slowed his own pace further to match mine—though he’d already been walking slowly enough, considering our difference in leg length.
Because of this, by the time I reached the central area of the greenhouse where the tea party was being held, nearly everyone else had already arrived.
Thus, I easily noticed that peculiar scene.
The greenhouse was so spacious that the tables were spaced farther apart than I’d expected. Each table seated about four or five people, and since there were no visible place cards, it seemed there were no rules requiring those from the same palace to sit together.
That part wasn’t strange. What was odd was that among those scattered tables, only one remained empty.
Well, not entirely empty. Had it been completely vacant, everyone would have already seated themselves at occupied tables to make acquaintances, assuming that lone empty spot was just an oversight.
At the very center sat a single person. From the table’s location, the elegance of her attire, and the grace with which she held her teacup, I deduced she was the Empress.
It was understandable that no one else occupied the Empress’s table—perhaps seats weren’t formally assigned, but someone had already been designated to join her.
What struck me as odd, however, was how the royals at other tables seemed to avoid that particular one.
Aside from the Empress’s table, there wasn’t a single other table with only one person. The royals filling the other tables kept their gazes lowered, as if even glancing toward her filled them with dread.
‘What’s going on?’
Sunlight was bright, the space warm. The air carried a gentle blend of floral and tea aromas. Sweet dessert scents mingled with the ornate frills of formal attire, creating a cheerful atmosphere.
Seated at the center, the Empress seemed like the very essence distilled from all that beauty.
Yet, what was this mood? Instead of crowding around her with flattery—as one might expect—they shrank away as if meeting her eyes might pull them in against their will.
From what I’d seen earlier when she tried to stop the Emperor, she didn’t seem so ferocious that people couldn’t even approach her.
I was puzzled, but soon found the most plausible explanation.
The disparity in national power must be immense.
After all, this was a place where dozens of nations sent hostages without even proper complaints. If someone carelessly approached the Empress and incurred her displeasure, the consequences would be severe. Avoiding her like she carried a plague made a certain sense.
But that was the perspective of ordinary people. I understood the hearts of the powerful. Those in power always desire flatterers.
It didn’t matter whether they were tyrants or wise rulers. What distinguished tyrants from wise rulers wasn’t whether they liked flattery, but whether they granted excessive power to sycophants.
And though I wasn’t a sycophant myself, I’d watched sycophants fawn over His Majesty, and I’d also received flattery myself.
What this meant was, I could flatter the Empress well enough to satisfy her. Moreover, my appearance wasn’t unpleasing, so I could delight both her eyes and ears.
“Thank you for bringing me here. May I ask one more favor?”
“Of course. How may I assist you?”
“Please help me sit down.”
Having said that, I pointed grandly toward the central table—extending my arm fully, lest my short finger be hard to see.
“…Yes?”
The palace attendant’s pupils trembled violently; he clearly hadn’t expected such boldness in claiming a seat at the Empress’s table.
“Not allowed?”
“Oh, no! It’s not that it’s not allowed, it’s just…”
Did the Empress discriminate based on status? Was she so averse to sharing a seat?
Well, if so, I’d just endure a slight snub. Being three years old was both my greatest obstacle and my strongest shield. Who could blame a toddler for lacking tact?
Since I kept pointing unwaveringly at the central table, the attendant finally relented.
“Hmm? What is it?”
The Empress, who had been elegantly enjoying her tea alone, lifted her head at the sound of my approach preceded by the attendant. Her eyes, the color of pale leaves, stood out vividly in the greenhouse.
“May I sit down?”
The Empress’s green eyes widened slightly before turning fully toward me.
“Oh…?”
She didn’t seem displeased—just startled. What on earth? Was there some unspoken rule about seating?
At three years old, I was excused from knowing such things, so I simply stared quietly at the Empress, feigning ignorance.
“If it’s alright with you.”
“Oh, yes. By all means, if you’d like.”
The Empress pointed to the chair beside her. For flattery, sitting right next to her was better than opposite her—so this suited me perfectly.
“A little help, please.”
Since I couldn’t climb onto the chair by myself at my age, I stretched both hands toward the attendant who’d guided me. But before he could bend down, a hand reached out from beside me—it was the Empress.
“Oh…?”
“Ahh! My apologies—I’ve been terribly rude. Are you alright?”
Startled by the sudden hand, I was about to receive an apology, but it was I who wanted to ask if she was alright. With bewildered eyes, I watched the Empress effortlessly lift me without even pressing my elbows against her body.
Could those slender arms really support this weight in such a posture?
“The… the chair…”
Though the Empress held me firmly without trembling, feeling embarrassed about being carried so docilely, I called out to the attendant.
“Yes, yes!”
The attendant hastily pulled out the chair, and the Empress—seemingly realizing it was improper for an imperial princess to be hoisted in midair—gently set me down onto the seat.
“Thank you for your help.”
Since she’d genuinely permitted me to join her and seated me, I bowed my head to express gratitude.
“…Are you alright, Princess?”
But what was with this reaction? Had I caught some contagious disease? Would approaching her drain one’s lifespan or something?
Unable to see behind me due to my small stature, I could only observe those within my field of vision—all staring at me with shocked expressions, deepening my unease.
I’d thought this was a great start, but what had I missed?
*
Lee Baekryeon—that is, Blanche—hadn’t been wrong in her judgment. Lirtail Empire’s Empress, Liana Enzen Pendleton, possessed immense power and a generous nature. She also adored young children, so a bit of flattery might have earned Blanche a suitable share of influence.
And with even that small measure of power, Lee Baekryeon could have easily achieved his goals.
However, Blanche had overlooked one crucial detail—one widely known among those familiar with Liana, yet unknown to Blanche herself.
This woman, former captain of the Kyverhan Knights and current commander of the Imperial Guard, bore the epithet “The Empire’s Finest Blade.”
Indeed, Liana was a prodigy whose arms—seemingly too delicate to lift anything heavier than a teapot—could pierce steel and cleave stone.
Perhaps due to this innate trait or for other reasons, Liana had exuded the aura of a lioness since childhood.
A certain veteran general, hardened by countless battles, once remarked with solemn sincerity, “Lady Kyverhan carries the dignity of a hundred-battle veteran.”
And precisely because of this formidable presence, children and animals dared not approach Liana.
It was a great misfortune for Liana, who genuinely loved children and small creatures like any ordinary lady—but the moment children met her gaze, they burst into tears, and animals either fled as if facing death or, if unable to escape, rolled their eyes back and fainted.
If even fighting dogs in the arena trembled violently, tails tucked and ears flattened, that said it all.
This was exactly why the Empress always drank tea alone at her own tea parties—no one wished to approach Liana, who radiated the spirit of a lion.
Had the attendees been long-standing nobles of the Lirtail Empire, they might have braved their fear to fawn over the Empress—but here, everyone was a newcomer who’d arrived in the empire less than two weeks prior.
No one possessed the audacity to sit beside someone whose fearsome nature they didn’t even fully understand.
Thus, it was only natural that everyone stared at Blanche in disbelief—she who approached Liana without hesitation, asked to sit beside her, and didn’t even cry when lifted gently by the Empress’s hand.
Yet for Blanche, who herself had once been a seasoned warrior and thus remained unshaken by the beastly aura emanating from Liana, treating her as an ordinary lady was perfectly natural—making the current situation utterly incomprehensible to her.
And so, the present scene unfolded: Blanche seated at the Empress’s table, met with waves of incredulous stares from all around.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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