“…I want to hear Viscountess Millet’s views on the changes of the era.”
Viscountess Millet narrowed her eyes. She seemed not to understand the meaning of what Renève wanted to say.
Renève calmly spoke, keenly observing her reaction.
“The era of the empress will soon come to an end.”
Viscountess Millet’s adam’s apple trembled.
As for Renève, bringing up such a topic to her was a kind of gamble.
If Viscountess Millet were not wise, she would inform the empress of today’s events. Of course, she wouldn’t just leave it at that.
“What do you mean by that?”
Taking advantage of Viscountess Millet’s restrained attitude, Renève presented her opinion.
“Those close to power should always pay attention to the changes of the era.”
“It seems like… you know a lot about society and power groups.”
Millet Viscountess immediately questioned Renève’s words.
In her view, Renève’s current position in society was no more than a fledgling.
After all, shortly after leaving Paradisium for Buschke not long after Détente, she had accumulated experience while rolling through the Buschke social circle. Although she gained experience by rolling through the Buschke social circle, three years was quite short.
The difference with the empress was even more significant, and to Millet Viscountess, her experience was far from being able to compete.
So, talking about society and the trends of the times might seem ridiculous coming from Renève.
‘There’s no other way…’
Renève decided to insert an irrefutable piece of evidence.
“As Madam knows, I am promised to the Emperor of Buschke.”
Already a well-known fact, Millet Viscountess raised her eyebrows as if questioning why she needed to mention it.
“…”
However, soon she seemed to realize something, and Millet Viscountess’s eyes widened.
With a faint smile on her lips, Renève continued speaking.
“As someone with no connections, no family background, how do you think I could become the promised fiancee of the Emperor of Buschke?”
In fact, even Renève did not know the reason.
Why Icar poured such excessive love on her.
Was it because if Renève hadn’t saved him, he would have died soon?
But there was a lack of something to consider that as the reason why Icar loved her so much.
Renève paused for a moment, contemplating her thoughts, and soon realized.
If someone else were to ask her why Icar loved her, she wouldn’t have an immediate answer.
Just as there is no reason for disliking something, it is difficult to find a suitable reason for liking something.
While Renève was briefly contemplating, Viscountess Millet, who had organized her thoughts, spoke up.
“I-I thought too briefly.”
As if completely understanding, Viscountess Millet quickly nodded.
Although it wasn’t clear what she was strongly agreeing with, there was a feeling that the conversation would become easier.
“Alright. Let me ask again. Viscountess Millet, do you believe the empress’s power will last forever?”
Viscountess Millet’s pupils trembled, indicating internal conflict.
Therefore, Renève decided to goad Viscountess Millet with more provocative language.
“In vulgar terms, if the Emperor abandons her, it will end just like the prophecy of the empress foretells.”
“…”
Viscountess Millet’s adam’s apple trembled. It seemed she was aware of this fact as well.
“As Madam is well aware, the power of the empress comes from where.”
“Well, Young Ae. But why are you telling me this…?”
Viscountess Millet asked, glancing at Renève.
“I need a witness.”
“…Witness? What kind of…?”
Viscountess Millet asked, noticeably flustered.
“That day, what happened in the underground prison and who ordered that incident.”
Instantly, Millet Viscountess’s shoulders shook.
“I-I, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say at all. No, I really don’t know anything.”
Viscountess Millet vehemently denied, stumbling over her words. Her hands, placed on the table, began to tremble thinly.
Renève gently covered Millet Viscountess’s hand with her own, not to threaten but to give warmth to her trembling hand.
“Think about your child.”
Saying that, Renève glanced at her child running in the field.
“W-What are you going to do to my son!”
Millet Viscountess, in a fit, stood up and glared at Renève.
If she mentioned her son a bit more, it seemed like she would rush towards her immediately, such was her intense momentum.
“Calm down, Madam. Don’t let excitement lead you to distort things.”
Breathing heavily, Renève calmly addressed Millet Viscountess, who was staring at her with a threatening look.
“Even if I, who has never experienced having a child, make such a suggestion, it may be difficult for you to easily accept. I am advising you to prioritize the safety of your child now.”
“…”
After hearing her words, Millet Viscountess, who had fixed her gaze on the ground for a while, lifted her head.
Seeing her determined eyes, it seemed she had already made a decision.
“If I testify, will you guarantee the safety of my child?”
Renève answered with a faint smile.
“Of course.”
A hint of relief appeared on Millet Viscountess’s face at the affirmative answer.
“Only the child.”
Renève emphasized a specific word with force.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
