People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
The Emperor looked down at me with eyes so cold they gave the impression he was heartless.
But what startled me wasn’t because the Emperor wore a chilly expression.
“Ba… Bwaaaah?”
What… what is this?
No sooner had I spoken than the Emperor’s lips curled into a grin utterly unbefitting his imperial dignity.
“Crown Princess!”
Before I knew it, my body floated upward—the Emperor had hoisted me into the air.
‘Ugh!’
Has this guy never held a baby before?
‘Why lift me so clumsily?’
His insane lack of strength control made me grimace and cry out.
“Wooooah! Aaaahhh!”
Hey, hey! Control your strength! Control it!
As I flailed wildly, the Emperor seemed startled for a moment—then pulled me close against his chest. This time, his hold was gentler.
“Bwaaaah, abooboooh?”
Speak up already! Why are you here, Duke Piccadilly?
“Eboooh? Boooh?”
That voice sounds oddly familiar… the room feels familiar too… and this face—I’ve definitely seen him somewhere before.
The Emperor was none other than ‘Duke Piccadilly,’ the loyal vassal I’d abdicated to in my previous life—the famed warlord hailed as the incarnation of war himself, renowned for his taciturn nature and an icy disposition that never allowed others an opening.
‘Why, of all people, are you my father in this life when you were my loyal retainer in the last?’
I say, God! What on earth is going on here?
‘Me—the daughter of a loyal vassal!’
Me—his daughter!
“Darling~ My beautiful little Darling!”
While I stood bewildered, the loyal vassal’s lips drew near my cheek.
“Waaaaah!”
No way!
I desperately reached out my hands to resist, but my strength was far too weak.
“Who could our daughter have inherited such loveliness from, hmm?”
“Waaah! Wahhh!”
Aaargh! He’s lost it!
“She takes after her papa~.”
The Emperor, showering me with endless affectionate nonsense, kissed my cheek with a loud “Smooock!”
‘No…!’
In the end, I surrendered my cheek to him.
‘Kissed on the cheek by my former loyal vassal!’
“Agugu, our lovely little girl.”
It was pure shock and horror. The man I knew would never make such squeaky noises—and I’d assumed our farewells at death marked the end of our connection.
“Our Darling! Oh dear! Such lovely eyes! Such a lovely nose! Who does she take after? Of course, her papa!”
‘This guy must’ve gone mad in the meantime.’
Just what happened to you?
“What’s that? Yes~ Papa loves you the most~ Hahaha! Don’t embarrass Papa!”
Jeff’s doting nonsense showed no sign of stopping. I struggled desperately, hating every moment, while he carried on, utterly enchanted.
I stretched my hand toward Miranda, signaling her to save me—but Miranda simply beamed with joy, completely oblivious to my distress.
‘This is unacceptable! Save me!’
I felt like shaking my fists at God, who had never once helped me in my entire existence.
Is this what they call “fate’s cruel joke” from storybooks?
“Auuu waaaah!”
Is that really how it is?
“Waaaaaah!”
Something’s clearly gone wrong with this life.
[This is the timeline separator]After meeting my current-life father—Duke Piccadilly… no, that Jeff fellow—I spent a full fifteen days languishing in bed.
Not only was my loyal retainer now my father, but the shock of discovering he was an utter doting fool—and the stress from his relentless affection—proved too much for my frail body to bear.
Time flowed on, and before I knew it, I turned three. Two full years had passed since that earth-shattering reunion with Jeff.
During that time, Jeff had done things utterly unbefitting his dignity as Emperor.
Of course, I understood doting on one’s own child—but it was a different story when that child was me.
At first, I assumed he simply cared more because I had no siblings and was all alone.
Moreover, my biological mother in this body had vanished without a trace—I even wondered if she’d died—and I thought the original owner of this body had truly suffered a tragic fate.
Meanwhile, Jeff kept cooing over me so incessantly that I once nearly blurted out, “I was your lord in a past life!”—but stopped myself just in time.
In past lives, revealing the truth about reincarnation had tangled my fate more than once or twice. Ulrika was the only one who hadn’t treated me like a lunatic after hearing everything.
Given Jeff’s temperament, he likely wouldn’t call me mad either—but…
‘If he learns his dearly beloved daughter is actually me, he’ll be devastated.’
Ah, I’m going crazy. Absolutely insane.
For the past two years, I’ve cursed God constantly—and today was no exception. Yet God never once showed His face to me.
As if telling me, just like in all my past lives, to simply accept reality and live with it.
‘Aaaaargh! Damn you, God!’
I furiously pounded my pillow with the rattle in my hand.
‘Even thinking about it again—it’s just too unfair!’
In my past life, I assigned him nurses and tutors—and now I’m being forced to endure parenting like it’s some karmic payback!
“Oh my, Your Highness! What’s wrong? Don’t you like the rattle?”
“Hwuh… Huh… Hwoang!”
Aside from my mental turmoil, life in the Imperial Palace was peaceful. As the Emperor’s only daughter, I was showered with every rare and precious thing to wear and eat.
I had no complaints about that part. If I had to nitpick one issue, it was being reborn into a body far too young.
‘There’s no end to this growing!’
I’ve grown so much—why am I still three years old?!
“Hwaaaaah! Hwuhbuhbuhbuh! Hwaaaah!”
How utterly frustrating and miserable it is to have an adult mind trapped in a child’s body!
“Y-your Highness? What’s wrong? Your Highness! Your Highness!”
At this rate, when will I ever walk on my own two feet? When will I finally step outside and seek answers to the trials God has set before me?!
A surge of pointless indignation welled up inside me.
‘Is eating really this hard?!’
Escaping the bottle had already been a tearful battle—and before my soul’s dignity crumbled entirely, I wanted to rush through these humiliating stages.
“Picture! Picture!”
“Yes, that’s right, Your Highness. It’s a picture.”
Meanwhile, seeing me on the verge of tears, the maid hurriedly fetched various things to show me, and I mumbled half-hearted replies.
“Colored pencils!”
“Yes, colored pencils. They’re a specialty of the Nownen Kingdom.”
Admittedly, I’d lived as a penniless beggar before—so one might argue there’s nothing truly difficult about a princess’s life. But the situations were fundamentally different.
Back then, my poverty had been partly by choice; now, every mealtime forced a bottle into my mouth against my will, flooding me with shame until I felt I’d wither away from embarrassment.
‘Well… at least I’m vaguely, barely adapting to this life…’
I slowly turned my head.
The sunny weather suggested the season lay between spring and summer, and the warm, slightly hot breeze no longer stung as it once did.
Most importantly, the Crown Princess’s chamber was the best climate-controlled room in the entire palace.
Meaning—it could be cooled when outside was hot and warmed when outside was chilly, always adjusted for a baby’s comfort.
“Whew…”
I heaved a deep sigh. My nursemaid-cum-maid, who’d been playing with me, tilted her head curiously, followed my gaze, then chuckled softly with an “Oh my!”
“You were looking at His Majesty the Emperor.”
“No, I wasn’t.”
I totally wasn’t!
Anyway, don’t go saying things like that—say it carelessly and Jeff will go off again…!
“…Is that so?”
An unnervingly intense gaze fell upon my cheek. Others might find his deep, resonant voice dignified—but to me, it was utterly spine-chilling.
“Our liiitle giirl? Did you see Papa? Did you see him?”
Because I knew—any second now, that voice would turn into that!
‘So overwhelming!’
I glared at that dad of mine with undisguised disgust.
‘Don’t you have any work to do?’
Yet even my expression couldn’t stop Jeff—he suddenly clutched his own eyes.
“Kkhup!”
“Your Majesty?”
“Our… our daughter looked at Papa so warmly!”
‘Are you insane?’
The Emperor’s eyes shone with unbearable intensity. Seeing an older man’s eyes sparkle brightly was unbearable enough—I’d go mad! And that held true even if he happened to be a handsome man barely in his early thirties!
‘You’re older now! Where’s your dignity? Your majesty?’
I barely suppressed the sigh threatening to escape: “I didn’t raise you like this!”
‘When he was my loyal vassal, he was so utterly dependable…’
What happened to you?
“Our daughter spoke! She held a colored pencil!”
“Yes, Your Majesty. Though she’s only three, she utters words and grasps pencils—surely she possesses exceptional intelligence and talent.”
Everyone rushed to echo Dad’s sentiments.
“She might become a great artist!”
I’d barely drawn a crumpled circle.
“She could even become a magnificent novelist—no question about it!”
I stared incredulously at the maid and knights inside the room.
‘Do they write novels by going “Vwoobvyavya” nowadays?’
Everyone seemed utterly out of their minds.
‘Well, what can common folk do before absolute power…’
Each time I made this expression, people only gazed at me with even brighter, twinkling eyes.
With nothing but chubby cheeks and little maple-leaf hands, even shaking my head in exasperation apparently looked adorable to them.
‘Ugh.’
This is serious—dead serious. Tired of all the staring, I turned away from their gazes and threw myself into walking practice. Since I’d grown bored of drawing and writing, I might as well try this.
I also began practicing clear speech around this time. Strangely, speaking proved easier than weaning off the bottle.
Until age two, I’d struggled with many pronunciations—but whether thanks to countless past lives or some special boon granted only in this life, my language skills surged the moment I turned three, quickly reaching adult fluency.
I suspected this absurd phenomenon might be compensation for being born into such a frail body.
The problem was—Jeff caused another uproar over it, declaring for an entire month that our Crown Princess was a once-in-a-millennium genius bestowed by God, giving me a terrible headache.
In any case, my mind mature but body infantile, countless inconveniences plagued me. Likely because this was my first time reincarnating as a baby, everything about this body felt agonizingly slow—except for speech.
Even basic movements felt difficult and foreign. I’d once thought being a king was the hardest role in life—but living as a baby naturally overturned that notion.
‘Being a baby is the hardest.’
My wobbly steps trembled with every touch to the ground, filling me with anxiety. Still, I was glad I could move forward at all.
“Waaaaaah!”
Though I immediately tumbled over, thrashing on the floor as if determined to smash everything.
‘What kind of bug-flip pose is this?’
This damn body! This cursed, damn baby body!
“Our Crown Princess!”
No sooner had I fallen and started throwing a tantrum than Jeff strode over and swiftly scooped me up.
The Emperor, apparently thinking I’d performed some amusing trick, looked at me with eyes so full of heart-shaped affection he might as well have shot magical beams—and then rubbed his cheek vigorously against mine.
“Ohgoo ohgoo, so adorable! Who does she take after? Papa, right? Yes, it’s your Abamama!”
Naturally, his nonsense didn’t stop there.
‘Who asked you to play your own drum solo?!’
Why don’t you just play a flute all by yourself? Go on—form an entire orchestra!
I huffed crossly.
“Is our Darling lonely playing all alone?”
No, not at all!
I made a horrified face—but my desperate expression never reached the former loyal vassal. The general who once read my eyes and instantly maneuvered armies had vanished; only a fool madly in love with his daughter remained.
“Papa brought you a playmate so you won’t get lonely, my dear.”
A playmate?
‘What’s this all of a sudden?’
With half disbelief and half bewilderment, I blinked my eyes wide open.
‘A playmate for me—at just three years old?’
No matter how I thought about it, this felt premature. Even if my development seemed accelerated, forcing a companion on me now felt utterly premature.
Creeeak.
Before I could respond, the large door swung open—and in marched a group of people as if they’d been waiting.
“Your Majesty, Marquess Fleur has arrived.”
Instantly, the smile vanished from Dad’s face. His expression shifted back to the solemn, dignified one I remembered—the very face my former retainer always wore when serving me, the late Emperor.
“Admit them.”
Scarcely had his permission been given than the doors flew wide open—and in toddled a child of about three or four, clutching the hand of a woman.
But the woman wasn’t accompanied by just one child.
‘Th-three?’
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Hahaha, poor thing—they are so annoying. It’s karma; I feel like she’s being punished.
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Haha, poor thing—now she has to put up with those annoying kids. But I think Carlisle will be the hero.
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Miioo
Hahaha, poor thing—that’s karma, my dear. But what is her name? Didn’t he give her a name?