Her act of handing out champagne to the tea party members was almost indistinguishable from the soldiers getting drunk and shouting on the deck of Duke Kaidel.
“I thought Her Highness the Princess would win in the competition! You’ll become the Crown Princess, Your Highness!”
“Cheers to Princess Miliora’s competition victory!”
“Cheers for the first Crown Princess of the Tagar Empire!”
Who was the one fussing about it ruining my throat?
The Princess seemed unable to handle the praise and achievement she was experiencing for the first time since she had grown up.
I tried to dissuade them from their thoughts, but the one who raised her glass the highest was Princess Jeon.
“Cheers! Empty your glasses, cheers!”
I concluded that it would be better not to see this and stealthily snatched a bottle of champagne and went outside.
When I offered the champagne bottle, Duke Lond’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Miss, it’s broad daylight.”
“Agh, you should have seen Her Highness’s reception room. It’s already a mess there.”
Duke Lond looked at my face over the bottle of champagne, displeased. I could read his expression quite well now.
‘Why are you not there to make sure Princess Jeon doesn’t make a mistake while drunk?’
I smiled bitterly.
“It seemed like Her Highness the Princess should enjoy the taste of victory for once.”
“…….”
Only then did Duke Lond take the champagne bottle, read the label, and smile brightly. Then he seemed embarrassed as he glanced at me.
It seemed like good wine.
“Did you find the answer for the next competition?”
“That? That’s quite a standard problem, so it’s rather difficult. I have plenty of time, so I’ll think about it gradually. You know you can’t take this wine with medicine, right?”
As I got up, he laughed softly.
The next day, I went to Miliora’s bedroom instead of her reception room. It was because she couldn’t get up due to a hangover.
It was strange. The silver hair of Tagar flowed smoothly even when it got up in disarray due to a hangover.
She clutched her head and said,
“Aah, my head hurts. I don’t remember anything.”
That was what I had hoped for.
“What about the other young ladies?”
“They drank more than me. They can’t move by now.”
I knew that. I was the one who had them loaded onto carriages and sent home.
I continued to bring liquor and delicious side dishes to Miliora’s reception room.
Wouldn’t everyone forget about that dismal conversation yesterday if they all drank and their memories were cut off?
Despicable as a princess consort. What a bleak thought.
Had it been in the past, I wouldn’t have taken it this seriously either.
But I couldn’t forget the look in His Highness Grayen’s eyes when he said he would kill me.
If her opposition was the enemy of such a man, I could never support her.
I concluded that my duty as a maid was not to glorify Her Highness Miliora, but to protect her.
What’s so special about Her Highness Miliora? She has power, military, and not even ambitions to begin with.
At most, all she has is a maid of illegitimate birth…
Though it drained my energy to say this, reality is reality.
If word got out that Her Highness the Princess, intoxicated by her first contest victory, was aiming for the title of princess consort, it would become an unbearable situation for me.
It would be better to clear my mind completely.
But the mind of Her Highness Miliora was not yet fully clear.
“What are you still doing there?”
“Pardon?”
“How are you going to handle the second contest? You need to come up with a good answer, just like last time. If you’re my maid.”
“Your Highness…”
“You need to win the second one too. Don’t you have any pride?”
My pride is more concerned with surviving safely and peacefully.
However, I exaggerated my response.
“Of course, I’ll do my best in the second contest as well, Your Highness. I’ll think so hard a mouse could run out of my head!”
“Good. That’s it! Pull yourself together and do it right. You’ve seen it, Lady Oril is no joke. A phoenix feather, for heaven’s sake!”
That can be bought if you have money and connections; I’ve seen and heard far more amazing things from the streets, Your Highness.
I sighed inwardly while pulling up the best smile I could muster.
“But, Your Highness, there’s one thing you’ll have to do for me.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
