“You’re in love with Prince Klein?”
“Climbing the palace tree at night just because of a simple crush. Isn’t that strange?”
“Aren’t you beating around the bush?”
“If what you said is true, is it really because of your crush?”
People were startled by the secretary’s words. Some twisted the secretary’s words several layers and smirked at Klein.
Their faces had already completed several stories between Klein and the secretary in their heads.
In contrast, Latil did not fall for the secretary’s lies. She had already gone through her calculations in her head, so there was no way she would fall for it.
Latil not only knew that the secretary had actually wanted to see Guesta, but said another harem’s name so as not to harm Guesta, and that he had hesitated over Klein’s name because he was annoyed that Klein took the “love” Guesta should have received.
“Your Majesty.”
Then, Sonnaught, who had been silently observing the situation, spoke up.
“I don’t know whether the secretary truly admires Prince Klein, but he’s not the killer of the vice ambassador. The vice ambassador knew how to fight with a sword, but the secretary doesn’t have the physique of a martial artist.”
The secretary trembled as he looked at Latil. He seemed to want to beg for mercy, but Latil immediately gave orders to the executor.
“Punish him, but don’t be too harsh.”
If what Latil knew was correct, the secretary might have to step down from his court secretary position.
The secretary tried to say something, but when Latil gestured to take him away, the guards dragged him away without letting him speak.
As he was dragged away, the secretary kept apologizing, “Your Majesty, I’m sorry. Your Majesty, I’m sorry!” Beyond that, curses and swearing overlapped, “XX, what did I do wrong! Is it a sin to fall off a tree! XX, do you think you’re all that because you’re the emperor?”
The secretary seemed unwilling to admit that the decisive problem was not that he had fallen off a tree, but that he had created confusion in the investigation with his lies several times.
‘It’s not that interesting to hear his true thoughts.’
Latil was annoyed by the unfamiliar swearing she was hearing for the first time.
‘I can’t even punish him for swearing in his mind.’
But there was nothing she could do about it, so in the end, tired, Latil walked to the lounge attached to the banquet hall and gave instructions.
“Let me know when you find the real culprit.”
[This is the time separator]It was when Latil was sitting on the long chair in the lounge, stretching her legs.
A round head slowly appeared through the curtains, and a hesitant voice asked,
“Your Majesty, shall I massage your legs?”
It was Klein’s voice.
“Why are you hiding and talking?”
When Latil asked with a smile, Klein timidly entered the lounge. His voice, which had been uncertain before, was now full of confidence.
Then, with a smile, he approached and sat on the same sofa as Latil, sending a ‘can I do this?’ smile towards her.
“Why are you suddenly acting cute?”
His expression looked like a small dog that had come to show off its charm, so Latil laughed along.
It was indeed amazing that such a puppylike person had blocked the ambush with branches.
“I saw you were having trouble with your legs earlier.”
Klein glanced at Latil’s legs, put his hand on her calf over her skirt, and looked at her.
“As your most beloved consort, I can massage your legs, right?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Klein began to knead Latil’s legs with his big hands.
What could a prince do with a massage, she thought, but Klein, with his broad shoulders and firm muscles, had a lot of strength in his hands as he kneaded her muscles and flesh.
At first, Latil just watched him, thinking, ‘Let’s see what he can do’, but later she found it so refreshing that she halfclosed her eyes.
As Latil comfortably entrusted her body to him, the corners of Klein’s mouth raised a little more. Then, when Latil had completely fallen asleep, Klein quietly removed his hand from her leg and sat next to her.
Squeezing himself into a spot where there was little room left, he cleared his throat and began the delicate task of positioning Latil’s head on his shoulder.
He calculated the angle thoroughly and waited, and finally, Latil, lulled by sleep, drooped her head onto his shoulder.
“You’re really something.”
Only then did Klein straighten his hunched shoulder and smiled satisfactorily.
“Do you like me that much? You always rest your head on me.”
[This is the time separator] [My shoulder hurts. My shoulder is stiff. My shoulder feels like it’s going to fall off.]Latil opened her eyes at the sound of someone suffering, almost like a spell.
For a moment, Latil could not immediately understand the situation.
Meanwhile, the voice of agony, or rather the voice of the inner mind, continued.
[This is driving me mad. Isn’t your head heavy, Your Majesty? If my arm falls off, can the regent treat it?]My head is heavy? Latil frowned and raised her head quickly.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
