‘Lady Leia, why are you putting me through this ordeal…’
Thinking of the kind and affectionate face of Leia, Edit internally choked up.
For some reason, Franz’s stern face started to float in her mind. Surely, he would make such a face if he found out about his daughter’s private life.
The Emperor chuckled, looking at Edit, whose expression was full of question marks.
“It was just to say that Jim and Lady’s relationship is an old story, so there’s no need to be serious. I don’t know how much you know, but Leia said she was leaving with the man she loves.”
“A man she loves?”
“As you can see, it’s not Jim.”
“……. ”
When the Emperor confirmed once again that he was rejected by Lady Leia, Edit couldn’t lift her drooped head.
At the same time, one question came to her mind.
‘I’ve never heard Lady Leia say she’s leaving on a journey with her husband.’
In her childhood, Izak also seemed to have said that her real father was somewhere in the capital. There was a discrepancy between the Emperor’s words and what she remembered that felt suspicious.
Moreover, considering the person who had an affair, the Emperor’s expression wasn’t bad.
“Nevertheless, the conversations I had with Lady Leia were quite interesting. Jim sent the sword as a welcome gift for her son returning to the capital, not for any other meaning.”
The Emperor also seemed unaware of who Lady Leia’s child was. He was not sure whether he was the son of the man he killed or not.
After the conversation ended, there was only one choice Edit could make.
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After a short walk with the Emperor, Edit immediately returned to the clinic.
One of the palace maids, who was waiting, greeted Edit with a pleased expression.
“Elizabeth has just been here. Lady Lexion’s little madam is coming this way. The Empress ordered you to leave as soon as she arrives.”
“Thank you. I’m going to find something lost nearby and then go back.”
Edit pretended to be looking for something and waited for the attention of the palace maids to be scattered.
Due to the recent frequent visits to the clinic, she had been observing people’s movements.
‘Compared to when I was plotting to escape from Portrion Mansion, this is nothing.’
Perhaps her eyesight became sharper unintentionally due to enduring hardships. She easily reached the target.
It was a kind of storage place where waste from the clinic was temporarily collected.
She confirmed once again that there was no one around and then opened the most precious-looking drawer.
As expected, there was a handkerchief stained with the Emperor’s blood.
‘If I get caught, it’s going to be a big problem.’
The blood of the imperial family, especially the Emperor’s blood, was considered precious and could not be thrown away anywhere.
I wonder if there was even a rule in etiquette books that said imperial blood must be burned and disposed of.
Thinking that she was stealing such blood, tension stiffened her body.
She carefully stained her handkerchief with the Emperor’s blood.
Whether it was in the form of fresh blood or whether she deduced from the conversations of the palace maids, the Emperor was not infected and bleeding due to something.
Even if she held the blood for a while, it wouldn’t cause significant harm to her health.
‘I’ll write it quickly and burn it for disposal. I’m sorry.’
She remembered the incident when she confirmed Helen’s lineage using the blood of Portrion Duke buried in the carriage some time ago.
It was said that even by using coagulated or clotted blood, it was possible to perform a paternity test using magical tools.
‘Alright.’
Edit successfully stole the Emperor’s blood and exited the clinic unharmed. As this was her first attempt at stealing, her heart pounded nervously.
She was so tense that, once outside, she cherished the handkerchief with the Emperor’s blood, taking a moment to catch her breath. Even her exhaled sigh trembled thinly.
To eliminate uncertainties, conducting a paternity test using the blood of both the Emperor and Valter was the most accurate course of action.
Once the results were obtained, it would undoubtedly confirm whether Valter had inherited the blood of the imperial family.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
