“Your Highness…… Are you really packing?”
As Klein dumped clothing carelessly into the enormous bag, the servant Banil moaned, waving his hands at the air in consternation.
“It doesn’t seem like Her Majesty really told you to leave.”
Klein dropped the bag, the veins in his neck bulging as he exclaimed,
“She told me to go!”
“Well, of course, she did tell you to leave but…..”
“She told me to pack and leave!”
“Well, of course, she did say that but…..”
“I am going. I detest people who speak of parting lightly.”
As expensive clothes crumbled into a mess inside the bag, the servant let out a groan. He shuffled anxiously, throwing pleading glances at Aksian standing nearby. He silently begged him to intervene.
“Your Highness.”
Under his sharp gaze, Aksian finally stepped forward and stopped Klein.
“Her Majesty might have said that in a fit of anger.”
“Of course, she did!”
“!”
“Even so, I am going. Once I leave, Her Majesty will regret her careless words. I won’t return until she sends a delegation of five to apologize!”
“So, you do plan to return.”
“Shut up!”
When Klein started packing a puppet of Her Majesty too, Banil anxiously patted Aksian’s back. Stop him more, quickly, quickly.
Once again, Aksian reluctantly stepped in.
“Your Highness.”
He had meant to say ‘calm down.’ However, seeing that Klein wouldn’t be easily placated, Aksian decided to bear his ire and play his trump card.
“If you leave like this, His Majesty Hyacinth will be in a difficult position.”
At his words, as expected, Klein suddenly stopped and turned his head. His eyes, burning with fury, shot out sparks at Aksian.
Aksian, maintaining an even tone, extracted the puppet of Her Majesty from Klein’s bag and explained,
“Your Highness, you are not a simple concubine. Your presence here is for the sake of diplomacy between the two countries.”
“No.”
“……His Majesty Hyacinth, thus, would have sent you here. But if you leave like this, Karisen will be in a difficult position.”
Though uneducated, Klein was not stupid. He understood Aksian’s words completely. As Klein paused in his frantic packing, Aksian hesitated for a moment before placing the puppet back into Klein’s arms.
“In the same vein, Her Majesty Latrasil can’t easily kick you out either.”
“Then……”
“For now, please wait.”
[This is the time separator]After a few rounds in the garden to control her anger, Latil finally made her way to Tasir’s room, her intended destination. Sonnaught followed behind her, asking when her expression seemed to relax a bit.
“Your Majesty, was it alright to speak to Prince Klein that way?”
His voice was cautious, but he didn’t seem too worried. Latil firmly responded.
“It’s better to give him a stern warning. I’ve seen him hitting people twice with my own eyes. How many more might he have hit out of my sight?”
“He might have only hit twice and been caught both times.”
“Does that make sense?”
As Latil questioned, Sonnaught thought for a moment and laughed.
“The chances are low, I guess.”
During their conversation, Latil arrived at Tasir’s room. It seemed that no one was outside Tasir’s room, probably because it was daytime and no one expected a visitor.
“Your Majesty!”
A servant, who had been called by Tasir, stepped out into the corridor. Seeing Latil, he was so surprised that he practically jumped on the spot.
“Where’s Tasir?”
“He’s inside. Master Tasir!”
As the servant hastily shouted into the room, Tasir didn’t take long to reply, “Why?” and poke his head out of the door.
When the servant pointed at Latil, Tasir looked surprised for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed into thin lines.
“I’m glad to see you at this hour, Your Majesty.”
[This is the time separator]This was Latil’s first time in Tasir’s room. As she stepped in without a second thought, she was taken aback by the unexpected view and looked around in amazement.
Tasir’s room didn’t resemble a harem chamber, but rather a scholar’s study. Not just any scholar, but a scholar who was obsessed with books and study.
“What is all this?”
Latil asked, looking at the shelves crammed full of books, to which Tasir replied, holding a cup of tea as he approached.
“They’re books related to the top position. I’m not sure if I can always be the successor to the top, but I need to keep checking new information.”
This room was fitting for the intellectual Tasir, as Latil had imagined before she met him and thought he was ‘like a drug dealer.’
Latil chuckled at the thought, but quickly realized that it wasn’t the time to be laughing and quickly sat in the chair in the center.
“What about what I asked you to look into? Did you check?”
“You’re not talking about the banquet story. Is it about Prince Tulla?”
“Yeah.”
“So far, there is no clear link between Prince Tulla and His Highness the Emperor.”
Tasir added regretfully.
“I want to solve it quickly and ask you to accept it as promised. But it’s still a bit far.”
He slightly lifted the collarbone area of his clothes with two fingers, and the exaggerated fluttering almost made Latil laugh.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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