The next day, morning.
Evelia sat in front of the mirror with a pale face.
It was not just a day or two that she had been tormented by insomnia, but lately, greeting the morning had become exceedingly difficult.
Today, sleep had come rushing only after dawn broke. She would have liked to take this opportunity to sleep in, but today, she couldn’t even do as she wished.
A thin sigh escaped her pale lips.
“Sigh, you seem particularly worn out today,” Phailin worriedly said, pausing as she applied makeup to Evelia’s face.
Evelia weakly pulled up the corners of her mouth.
“That’s true. Today is particularly hard.”
Unlike usual, her bare sincerity, free from embellishments, leaked out.
Indeed, today had been particularly hard. Being continually sleepdeprived, coupled with the confusion caused by Liurian, she had ample reason to feel exhausted.
But the real reason lay elsewhere.
“Of all days, Her Majesty the Empress decides to host a tea party…”
Phailin murmured, pouting. Evelia looked on silently, managing to squeeze out a weak smile.
“It’s alright. It’s not unbearable, so don’t worry too much.”
“But Your Highness Evelia, Her Highness’s friends will surely attend as well.”
“… Yes, most likely.”
Evelia, who had been trying to appear fine, eventually bowed her head.
A sigh welled up to the back of her throat. Even if she didn’t attend, she could clearly picture in her mind the scenarios that would unfold.
She had been invited, but she would be treated as an uninvited guest. Being treated as an uninvited guest would be a relief; she might even be treated as a ghost.
It had always been like that. She had attended such tea parties many times, but she never had anyone on her side at those gatherings.
The Empress would openly show her support for Relia, making her the perfect protagonist.
“… Perhaps I should have pretended to be sick?”
Evelia smiled bitterly, mumbling. Phailin’s hand, which had been applying makeup, halted once more.
Only then did Evelia realize she had misspoken and forced a bright smile.
“Just… somehow, sleep overwhelmed me this morning. If it weren’t for the tea party, I would have slept in. I must have misspoken in regret.”
“Your Highness…”
“It seems we’re running out of time. We should hurry, Phailin.”
She urged Phailin on with words she didn’t truly mean. Even so, Phailin’s hand that had stopped did not know how to move again.
It took quite a long time to finish getting ready, but Evelia did not rush Phailin’s slow hand.
Phailin’s uncomfortable expression, her twitching yet slowmoving hand, seemed to convey concern for her, and it was strangely comforting.
So Evelia was able to smile a sincere, if brief, smile.
(This is a time separator.)
“Oh my, Your Highness the Crown Princess. You’ve arrived.”
Upon Evelia’s arrival at the Empress’s palace Yurion Room, Relia, who had already taken her place, greeted her with a smile.
Evelia halted her slow steps and scanned the faces of those seated at the table.
Her gaze moved once clockwise, and once in the opposite direction. Yet, the face she was seeking was nowhere to be found.
She turned directly to Relia.
“Your Highness, Her Majesty the Empress…”
“Ah, Her Majesty the Empress couldn’t attend because she suddenly had a headache this morning,” Relia replied before Evelia could even finish.
Upon hearing Relia’s immediate response, Evelia unwittingly furrowed her brow.
A sudden headache in the morning.
It was strange. The Empress had never before missed a tea party she had prepared herself.
It was her personally prepared event, but more importantly, she never missed a chance to corner Evelia, whom she always considered a thorn in her side.
Yet she had skipped it, forgoing even the pleasure of that twisted game. It was odd. An intuition told her that there must be another intention behind it.
“Don’t worry too much. I checked with the royal physician on my way back, and he said that you will feel better after resting for the day.”
Whether she interpreted the silence differently, Lilia prattled on about things she hadn’t been asked.
Evelia Caroline stared once at Lilia and the young ladies sitting beside her and then nodded.
“That’s good. It’s a relief that it’s not serious.”
“Then please take a seat, Your Highness. Her Majesty has prepared various things for today. Although she couldn’t attend, she has sent a message for us to enjoy ourselves.”
Lilia spoke cheerfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Even to a woman’s eyes, it was a truly lovable sight.
Could it be that Liurian Petrov’s heart, too, was drawn towards Lilia, unable to move otherwise?
Chewing on this thought that sprang to mind, Evelia Caroline began to step away slowly.
“Ah, Your Highness. There’s something I need your permission for; may I speak?”
It was an unexpected statement.
Evelia Caroline stopped her steps towards her seat and looked at Lilia.
Her tone was excessively polite, and a strangely ominous feeling arose. It was because of Lilia’s inexplicable bright smile.
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
