Salty? Salty? Refreshing? Latil asked again because she could not guess at all, and a reasonably moist, reddish lip that looked soft came up to her nose.
“Would you like to check?”
Latil stared at his lips and then laughed, putting her forehead against his.
“Let’s do that.”
[This is the time separator]Latil took a break and loosened her stiff body from sitting at the desk all day, sparring with Servant for a while.
Latil swung her sword nonstop for nearly an hour, but when the wooden sword broke, she stopped moving and asked as she walked to the bench.
“Servant, have you ever been to the sea?”
Servant handed his sword to the retainer and followed Latil to reply.
“I have.”
As Latil sat on the bench, another escort hurriedly handed her a handkerchief. Latil wiped her neck with a handkerchief and laughed.
“I’ve never been. Actually, I wasn’t even curious.”
“……Would you like to go with me someday.”
“That might be okay. I got curious. Whether it’s real or fake.”
Servant was puzzled by the incomprehensible words, but instead of explaining further, Latil drank the water the servant handed her. Then she frowned suddenly and muttered.
“I have no idea how Hyacinth and Klein grew up. How can two brothers not resemble each other at all?”
Servant’s face darkened at the names of the two men from Latil’s mouth. To hide this, Servant wiped the side of his face with a towel for no reason and answered.
“Prince Tilla and you are not alike either. ……Even though the two of you are halfbrothers, actually, you and Prince Rean are not alike either.”
Latil agreed with a sly laugh.
“Am I not better than my brother?”
But when Servant did not answer right away, Latil frowned and straightened her waist.
“Are you taking too long to answer?”
Servant put down the towel on his knee and laughed playfully.
“I was torn between friendship and loyalty.”
“Wow.”
Latil acted surprised and opened her mouth wide.
“Is that something to be torn about?”
“Do you know for sure which one comes first?”
“I don’t have to choose. I am the one receiving the loyalty.”
“I see.”
When Servant nodded as if it made sense, Latil jabbed him in the side.
“Servant. You still didn’t answer. Is it me or my brother?”
“……”
“Oh? You really don’t answer?”
“The longer I hesitate, the longer you look at me, so it’s good.”
“Will you answer if I look elsewhere?”
“That’s not it.”
When Servant really didn’t answer, Latil frowned as if she was really upset.
“Servant. Would you really be torn if my brother asked you to choose between him and me?”
Then Servant finally answered with a cold smile.
“I’m always on your side.”
His finger pressed the sharp end of the broken wooden sword dangerously deep.
“I was born to do that from the start.”
“……You don’t have to go that far.”
Latil shook her hand with a shiver, and Servant’s eyes twinkled playfully.
“Isn’t this the answer you wanted?”
[This is the time separator]Latil smiled and teased Sonnaught, attracting the gaze of those from afar. They were Tasir and Guesta.
After finishing the last report about the banquet, they were returning to the harem when they heard that the Emperor was at the training ground. That’s how they happened upon this scene.
“Wow, our innocent young master looks furious.”
Tasir teased Guesta, who silently looked down at the training ground. However, Guesta replied without flinching, seemingly embarrassed.
“There is no man who would be pleased to see the woman he yearns for getting along with another man.”
He was feigning embarrassment, but perhaps he didn’t feel like acting enthusiastically in front of Tasir, as his voice was cold.
Even though Tasir’s subordinate was next to him, Guesta didn’t seem to care at all, assuming that Tasir had already heard his story.
“Well, I’m not like that.”
As Tasir replied with a smile, Guesta quickly wiped away his embarrassed expression and grumbled.
“Then you must not yearn for His Majesty.”
And he left, seemingly not wanting to add anything more.
As Guesta met with his waiting escorts in the distance and was the first to return to the harem, Hiellan, who had been watching with his mouth agape, clicked his tongue.
“Just like Lord Tasir said. Our young master is good at creating an image.”
But soon, Hiellan laughed with a nod and a shake of his head.
“But he doesn’t know. The young master smiles more when he’s angry. Of course, it’s true that the young master doesn’t yearn for His Majesty.”
Tasir was nodding, but then asked, perplexed.
“Why are you so certain of my feelings?”
But Hiellan retorted, as if it were obvious.
“Doesn’t the young master not like anyone other than himself?”
[This is the time separator]There were many twists and turns, but the preparation for the banquet was finally completed, and the foreign dignitaries who were invited gathered.
From a high window, Latil watched the carriages with the emblems of many nations entering the palace gates and sipped her tea.
‘There is a country among those that joined hands with Tila… Which country could it be?’
And it wasn’t just that. Although she didn’t trade with them like she did with Tila, Latil pretended to be a ‘weak emperor’ to garner the support of the surrounding nations.
She hadn’t clashed with those nations yet, but she had to be careful about how their relationship would change when they realized she wasn’t the ‘weak emperor’ they had expected. Furthermore…
‘The ambassador. There is an ambassador among them.’
After gulping down her tea, Latil handed the empty saucer to a servant beside her, turned around, and instructed Sonnaught.
“We must ensure the ambassador feels safe enough to approach me. There must be no incidents today, absolutely none. I trust you, Sir Sonnaught.”
“An ambassador could come, but so could someone pretending to be an ambassador.”
“I know.”
The number of people who knew that Latil had sent a letter to the Hira clergy was extremely small, and the clergyman was dead, and the letter had disappeared.
Of course, it could have been a case of ‘killing the clergyman and finding a letter’, but it was also possible that they had known about the letter from the start and killed him.
Moreover, during the tomb desecration incident, Latil had considered the possibility that the mastermind or accomplice was an insider. So, she had already calculated for the concern Sonnaught had.
“There is a way to check.”
“A way? What is it?”
In response to Sonnaught’s question, Latil only patted his shoulder with a smile and walked by.
“It’s a secret. I’ll keep it to myself.”
“!”
[This is the time separator]As evening fell, the banquet finally began, and Latil received congratulations and gifts from many people.
Among them were surprisingly quite a few who had heard of Latil’s harem and imagined something, presenting beautiful men as gifts.
At first, Sonnaught smiled along with Latil, but as the number of men sent as ‘gifts’ exceeded thirty, his expression gradually turned cold.
However, Sonnaught’s expression was relatively better. Ranamun Atraxil, who sat closest to Latrasil, had an air that could freeze people with just a look, to the point where some foreigners were whispering among themselves while pointing at Ranamun.
“He seems likely to kill all the men sent to Her Majesty.”
“Look at those eyes full of jealousy. It’s scary.”
Hearing this, Tasir Anghes bit his lips hard to stop himself from laughing at Ranamun.
After the ‘gift presentation’ time, which had caused great anger among some, finally ended, music started to play and people could dance. Latrasil quickly stood up to seriously look for the Grand Chancellor.
“Your Majesty.”
At this, the Chief Steward quickly approached and informed her in a quiet voice.
“You must choose the first dance partner among the consorts, Your Majesty.”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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