The chief servant sent his youngest son. The lateborn son had little title or inheritance.
All the chief servants thought they were planting their family members in the crown princess’s palace.
No one knew that it would come back as a shackle. The princess had calculated as the chief servants had. No one knew she would have calculated too.
Olivia looked calmly at the chief servant. Beneath that calm, cold scorn poured like a thin thread.
“How dare you insult Madelleine. Should I remain silent like this?”
“Pr, Princess.”
The chief servant hastily bowed his head to Olivia.
“Mercy, just once. Princess. Please, just once, have mercy.”
So Olivia spoke more tenderly.
“Chief servant. There’s no need to go this far. As I said, I want to maintain a good relationship with the chief servant. So, I won’t ask who sent the flowers and gifts, looking at the chief servant’s face.”
“Thank you, thank you. Princess.”
“But please find out who inserted the card.”
“Yes. Yes. Princess.”
“Of course, this is a request I am making to the chief servant.”
Olivia smiled faintly. The chief servant hastily left the reception room. Until the door closed, Olivia, who had maintained a dignified posture, quietly sighed in the nowquiet reception room.
She was lucky.
The chief servant of the crown prince’s palace was the one who looked at me most pitifully among the four palace chief servants.
If he hadn’t looked down on me, things wouldn’t have been resolved so easily.
Then, mentioning the youngest son, the chief servant’s face turned pale and her mood became strange.
Do all fathers do that? Will they protect their child to that extent?
Her father came to mind. It had been several days since she saw her father. Her father, who always frowned at her.
Olivia licked her lips and hoped the chief servant would quickly catch the culprit.
However, the maid that the chief servant brought as the culprit opened her mouth very easily, contrary to Olivia’s expectation.
“I just did as Lady Chase, the Countess, told me to! Please save me, Princess. I was wrong!”
The maid, kneeling and sobbing and scraping, was only about thirteen or fourteen years old.
Lady Chase, the Countess. The Countess who looked down on me at the crown princess’s palace. The Empress’s close maid.
Olivia held her throbbing head.
It seems the Empress is cutting off the lizard’s tail.
[This is the time separator]That time, Giovanni Madelleine, the Duke, entered the reception room of the Empress’s palace. The Empress greeted the Duke with a welcoming smile.
Her face was as beautiful as a rose, but the Duke knew well that the Empress’s nature was like a sharp thorn.
“Salutations to the moon of the empire. I am here to see Your Majesty, the Empress.”
Upon the Duke’s greeting, assistant Huxley presented a bouquet of flowers before the Empress.
“Oh, what splendid flowers. Thank you for visiting, even though my request was sudden. Duke.”
“I have heard that you have something to discuss.”
The Duke went straight to the point.
The Empress looked at the back of the Duke with an awkward expression. At her blatant gaze, the Duke felt a chill, yet looked back behind him.
Among the Empress’s stoic maids, there was a woman trembling with a pale and nauseated face.
Even the Duke, who knew the Empress’s people, found her face unfamiliar. It must be the new Countess Cheyse.
The Empress struggled to speak.
“It’s an embarrassing rumor, but you must have heard, Duke. Olivia, that fine girl, is said to be spending Wednesday afternoons alone.”
Olivia. The name alone made the Duke’s mouth stiffen.
This stonelike man revealing his only emotional weakness brought genuine joy to the Empress.
Who would have thought that Giovanni Madelleine, the most staunch and sincere husband in the empire, would father a bastard? The Empress recalled the scandal that shook the empire fourteen years ago.
Madelleine, the pillar of the imperial faction opposing her noble family, openly defying her was one of the Empress’s rare pleasures.
“It is truly regrettable. I should talk to the Crown Prince more.”
“If that is all you have to say, I will take my leave.”
“Oh. How should I put this?”
The Empress continued to drag out the conversation, gauging the Duke’s inner thoughts.
“In order to comfort Olivia’s disappointment, I told the head of the servants in the Crown Prince’s palace to prepare a gift, and the maid added some words of consolation. Can you believe it?”
“……”
“I understand her feelings, but if she lashes out in her frustration, won’t various rumors spread? She will listen if her father says so. I don’t want to miss seeing Olivia over something like this.”
Although she beat around the bush, the conclusion was one.
Put pressure on Olivia to stay quiet.
The Empress’s eyes twinkled cunningly.
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
