The Empress' Scandalous Paramour (5 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
They said the Holy Maiden is the Emperor’s consort.
From the Holy Maiden’s perspective, she was mocking her husband’s lack of affection with all her might—but from my standpoint, nothing could have been more welcome.
“We must send them away at once. It’s a scheme to spread ill rumors.”
“Hm? Why send them away? That’d be such a waste.”
“Yes, I’ll beat them with a stick myself and chase them out… Wait… Wha-at?”
Mrs. Bertolt was utterly shocked. The maids lined up beside her were equally dumbfounded.
“Your Majesty, I must apologize—but those men can’t possibly be real physicians. They’re either frauds posing as doctors or mere apprentices. They’ve been sent here as young men specifically to tarnish Your Majesty’s reputation.”
As Head Maid, Mrs. Bertolt was the first to regain her composure. I glanced briefly at her deeply worried face and shrugged.
“I already know.”
“!”
“It’s just… I’ve lived too foolishly all this time. I jumped because the Emperor promised to come but never showed up.”
The mere mention of the incident made Mrs. Bertolt’s eyes well up again. Since I was utterly fed up with her tears, I hurriedly added another line.
“So, I’ve decided to stop doting on the Emperor.”
Honestly, I didn’t even know what the Emperor looked like—but I said it anyway.
Where in the world does a lion let its prey go?
Especially when it’s a bento box so prettily wrapped and delivered—why on earth would I give it up?
And shortly afterward.
“We have come to bring joy to Her Imperial Majesty!”
Looking at the line of men before me, I couldn’t hide my disappointment.
‘Nothing but useless husks!’
Their exteriors were handsome enough, but that stirred no excitement in me whatsoever. Faces inevitably fade with age—that’s just how it is.
And humans age quickly.
‘What I need is virility!’
Yet even if I sucked the life out of those men, their vitality would barely extend my lifespan by an hour or two.
In a foul mood, I gestured toward Derek, who looked just as displeased as I was.
“Sir Noert.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“How should I drive them off to upset the Holy Maiden?”
Since my mood had soured, I intended to make the Holy Maiden—who’d sent such a “gift”—equally unhappy.
Thinking like the demon I was, I jerked my chin irritably, causing the fox-fur shawl draped over my shoulders to slip down.
Derek, standing behind me, calmly pulled the shawl back up before speaking softly.
“How about having them whipped out?”
“Hmm… nah. That’s no fun.”
Though I’d just brought in these men claiming I’d forget the Emperor, only to now order them expelled on a whim because I disliked them, not a single attendant in the room showed any sign of surprise.
They simply did as I wished.
After pondering for a moment, I gleamed mischievously like a little rascal.
“Strip them all.”
“Y-Your Majesty! Why would you—!”
The fake physicians shrieked in panic, but I couldn’t care less.
“Hmm… and they’ll need pretty adornments too. Tie ribbons in their hair.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Once it’s all done…”
I had been issuing orders gently, but now my smile vanished completely.
“Send them to the Imperial Palace. Tell the Holy Maiden politely that I couldn’t possibly keep such a precious gift from her all to myself, so I’m generously sharing it with the Emperor.”
Let them both choke on it!
[This is the timeline separator]“The Empress sent what?”
“M-Men, Your Majesty. Precisely seven of them… but their attire is most peculiar. They’re wearing colorful dresses and have ribbons tied in their hair….”
Moments later, at the Imperial Palace.
Elbert, the ever-efficient Head Steward, found himself confronted with the strangest report he’d ever received.
It was common for the Empress to send messages or gifts to the Imperial Palace nearly every day—usually ignored on the Emperor’s strict orders. Whether letters, medicine, or presents, the Emperor never accepted them, and Elbert’s duty was simply to pretend he’d heard nothing.
But he’d never been given instructions on what to do when the Empress sent… people… as gifts.
‘The Empress has struck a clever blow.’
Wiping his glistening forehead with a lavender-scented handkerchief, Elbert hesitated briefly.
The Emperor was resting after finishing state affairs. If he brought up the Empress’s matter, His Majesty would surely be vexed…
But his deliberation was short-lived.
The messenger from the Empress’s palace had bowed respectfully and conveyed her words precisely:
“Her Imperial Majesty said she could never selfishly keep to herself the precious talents the Holy Maiden so kindly sent. Deeply concerned for Your Majesty’s health after such exhausting state duties—even though she knows the Imperial Palace already has excellent physicians—she wished to share this generous gift with you.”
In short: ‘Take a good look at what your consort has done.’
‘The Empress… she’s never acted like this before…’
Though the Empress had a sharp temper, it had always been confined within her own quarters. She’d been desperate for the Emperor’s favor and thus turned a blind eye to everything concerning the Holy Maiden.
Until now.
‘This is beyond my handling.’
Breaking into a cold sweat, Elbert had no choice but to knock on the door of the Emperor’s study.
[This is the timeline separator]Inside the sunlit study,
Yert Ru Nyx, the young Emperor of the Divine Nix Empire, was enjoying a brief tea break with his council of eight exceptional advisors.
Strictly intolerant of idle chatter during work hours, the Emperor’s ministers never dared make even a single loud breath while reviewing documents.
Their only permitted moment for casual conversation was precisely four in the afternoon.
Yet today, even as that precious hour arrived, the council remained utterly silent.
The Emperor’s mood had plummeted the instant he saw the Empress’s bizarre “gift.”
“What do you suppose this means?”
The Emperor slowly spoke, his brow furrowed.
Afternoon sunlight slid over his pale golden hair. His mysterious eyes—violet in shadow, amethyst in light—now glittered with unmistakable anger.
“…….”
The council remained mute, as if their mouths were glued shut.
At first glance, the Emperor’s delicate features could easily be mistaken for those of a noble young lady. In his days as Crown Prince, he’d often been challenged precisely because of this. Many assumed his beauty meant a gentle—or even weak—disposition.
But those seated here knew better.
They knew just how ruthless their Emperor truly was.
Their Emperor, Yert Ru Nyx, was anything but kind-hearted.
“Ahem… if I may speak,” one councillor ventured cautiously. “Does Her Majesty perhaps feel unwell? She’s been suffering from a severe fever for quite some time… so this might be…”
“She’s upset I haven’t visited? So she staged a protest?”
“I beg your pardon.”
After that brave remark, the study grew even colder—despite the fireplace burning steadily, goosebumps rose along everyone’s arms.
Another councillor, swallowing hard, quickly chimed in.
“Her Imperial Majesty possesses a rare constitution, Your Majesty—neither holy power nor magic affects her. She falls ill often, and since she can’t be healed by divine means, Duke Achilo is deeply worried.”
On the surface, this seemed unrelated to the current situation.
But who were they, after all?
They were the Emperor’s councilors—masters of reading the room.
The youngest among them, Eighth Councillor Kaleb, swiftly followed up.
“That’s why every time the Holy Maiden travels the realm, she diligently seeks out rare medicinal herbs and skilled physicians for the Empress’s sake! Where else in this world could one find such a benevolent soul!”
They all knew well how dearly the Emperor cherished the Holy Maiden.
Proof of that? In the entire Divine Nix Empire, no one dared call the Holy Maiden the “Emperor’s consort.” She was simply the Holy Maiden.
The Emperor’s childhood friend. Five years ago—back when His Majesty was still Crown Prince—she had saved him from demonic temptation.
She was his trusted advisor, influencing numerous policies.
When the frail Empress couldn’t attend state meetings, the Holy Maiden stepped in, offering counsel on all manner of affairs.
She even bore the honored title “The Sacred Compass.”
How could anyone dare insult such a revered figure with the derogatory term “consort”?
In truth, had the Holy Maiden not been born into the ‘Quid’—a minority tribe deemed lower than slaves and untouchable—she might well have become Empress herself.
“Her Majesty the Empress is showing far too little gratitude for the Holy Maiden’s kindness.”
“I agree completely.”
“With the summit approaching and palace intruders still uncaught, how can she do something so reckless…”
“Even if she understands nothing of palace politics…”
Seeing the Emperor’s reaction wasn’t entirely hostile, the councillors began eagerly defending the Holy Maiden and condemning the Empress.
The Emperor listened in silence, then slowly raised his hand.
“How long has the Empress been suffering from this fever?”
“It has been over fifteen days, Your Majesty.”
“That’s unusually long for a mere cold.”
“Yes… it’s possible… she may not survive the winter.”
The last remark came from First Councillor James, the senior among them.
Until now, James had observed the situation with cautious concern.
Whether the Emperor and Empress got along mattered little to him.
After all, a politically arranged marriage going smoothly would have been the real oddity.
But as First Councillor, James bore the duty to offer counsel that maintained the empire’s political balance.
“The heir must come from the Empress, Your Majesty.”
“…….”
“Otherwise, no matter how divine this empire claims to be, the Temple’s influence will grow too strong. Balance must be preserved. We all know the Holy Maiden is nearly an incarnation of an angel—but politics is a different matter entirely.”
“……You’re right.”
After a long silence, the Emperor finally nodded, rubbing his temple. James’s words were indisputable.
“Send word to the Empress that I’ll visit her tonight.”
Yet just a couple of hours later,
the Emperor and his council suffered another, even greater shock.
The Empress’s reply to the Emperor’s message was remarkably brief and blunt:
[There’s no need for you to come.]
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Leonarda really said “I’m done” and meant it 💀 queen finally clocked in and chose violence. Enrique only interested now?? too late bro.
Meriem down BAD already and bro hasn’t even met her again 😭 meanwhile Leonarda fighting the whole empire solo… yeah this banquet bout to be chaos fr.
She really said “fix yourselves or I will” 😭🔥 empress about to run bootcamp fr, Valkyrie redemption arc loading…