Yu-an had nothing to worry about.
The sudden visit of the Emperor meant that the royal servants from the capital Sielro were arriving in droves to prepare.
The space they were decorating was the east annex hall of the mansion, just to the right, a couple of floors shorter than the main building.
Yu-an watched the gathered people in the hall from a distance and instructed the clearing of snow in the garden.
She thought about asking Michelle to make pretty and warm work clothes for the servants who were sneakily glancing at the glamorous space and people.
Yu-an glanced up at the second floor, where Clad’s bedroom was located.
It was day, so she couldn’t tell if the lights were on or off.
She was frustrated that she couldn’t comfort him after being told not to offer consolation presumptuously.
If he had shown signs of watching her as before, she might have barged in to see if he needed anything.
And the letters from the Peliese family had increased.
Yu-an, who used to check every threatening and intimidating sentence in the letters, now burnt them in the fireplace without opening them as soon as she received them.
The tall iron fence and large guards that had blocked her way when she first came to the mansion now felt incredibly reassuring.
Yu-an was glad to have someone to protect her, even if her uncle suddenly sent Frederick to fetch her.
If necessary, she could flee to Clad’s bedroom. No one would dare to enter the bedroom of the ‘monster’ former prince.
However, the person who could do nothing about the iron fence, guards, and even Clad himself appeared right in front of Yu-an in exactly two days.
The morning after spending two nights with the increasingly silent Clad.
The Emperor of the Euphris Empire, Igor Euphris, Clad’s uncle who had abandoned him.
Igor Euphris, boasting his imposing demeanor, crossed the iron fence of the dark mansion.
Clad, always in his nightgown, had dressed up for the first time in 10 years, assisted by butler Gustav.
Yu-an too had hurriedly altered and worn the most colorful and elaborately decorated dress left by one of Clad’s former wives.
Although it didn’t quite suit her youthful face, Hena praised her, saying she looked like a princess from another kingdom.
As the couple, dressed up, stepped out of the mansion, Igor Euphris appeared with a procession of about 200 people.
The Emperor, who had been a warrior in his youth, arrived on a majestic horse, not in a carriage.
Yu-an felt like she was facing a giant lion in the jungle alone and slightly shrank her shoulders.
She naturally moved closer to Clad’s side as the Emperor, dismounting his horse, strode towards them, showing off his slightly yellowed teeth with a smile.
“To the great Euphris, boundless glory. Your Majesty the Emperor, I greet you.”
Following the etiquette hastily learned from the butler, Yu-an bowed her knee and head simultaneously, only to find the Emperor’s face close to hers when she looked up.
The Emperor, who had been quite a handsome man in his youth, had broad, open features.
However, the terrible scars peeking out from his thickly grown golden beard made him appear extremely threatening to Yu-an.
His eyes shone, but not with intelligence; rather, they resembled the madness of boiling water.
His thick hands reached out towards her, and Yu-an, knowing it was rude, first glanced at Clad instead of the Emperor.
Clad’s eyes, half-covered by a mask, were fixed straight ahead and hadn’t moved since earlier.
Yu-an placed her trembling hand on Emperor Igor’s.
Igor firmly grasped her tiny hand and, without hesitation, removed the long, white silk glove that covered it, then lowered his lips.
Yu-an had nothing to worry about.
With the sudden visit of the Emperor, servants from the capital Sielro were busy preparing, having arrived in droves.
The area they were setting up was the east annex hall of the mansion, to the right, a couple of floors shorter than the main building.
Yu-an, observing the people gathered in the hall from a distance, instructed the clearing of snow in the garden.
Thinking about requesting Michelle to make pretty and warm uniforms for the servants who sneaked glances at the glamorous space and people, Yu-an suddenly looked up at the second floor where Clad’s bedroom was.
It was daytime, and she couldn’t tell if the lights were on or off.
Frustrated that she couldn’t offer consolation after being told not to, she wished she could barge in if he showed signs of needing her as before.
And the letters from the Peliese family had increased.
Yu-an, who used to scrutinize every threatening sentence, now burned them in the fireplace without opening them as soon as she received them.
The tall iron fence and large guards that blocked her way when she first came to the mansion now felt incredibly reassuring.
Yu-an was glad to have someone to protect her, even if her uncle suddenly sent Frederick to fetch her.
If necessary, she could flee to Clad’s bedroom. No one would dare to enter the bedroom of the ‘monster’ former prince.
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
