“If you can’t recognize a person just by changing their appearance a little, wouldn’t you be disqualified as a guard? Even if you can’t catch their gait or gestures, the skeleton is the same.”
The man who was walking next to her on her left, added on.
“Besides, just by looking at the shape of the exposed hand, you should be able to tell easily.”
“I don’t know. Or rather, some people might be able to tell, but most people don’t look at others that closely. Ah, ahhhh.”
Olivia blocked Cryer’s words with a wave of her hand without even looking at his lips moving.
“The people who can tell without looking closely are only you, so don’t refute.”
Cryer smiled faintly, but it was a smile that vanished in an instant, so she didn’t even notice it.
Olivia, who was used to leaving the palace, melted into the bustling streets of the capital.
“You said you often leave the palace.”
To Cryer’s words, which naturally walked alongside her, Olivia replied lightly.
“Because it’s a duty.”
There was no reason for Olivia, the princess of the Bolshevik Empire and the future emperor, to roam the capital alone without an escort.
Of course, it was not because of fluffy thoughts such as curiosity about the lives of the imperial citizens! Or how free it would be to leave the castle!
Maybe in the far past, which she couldn’t even remember now, she might have had such thoughts for a moment in her first sleepwalking in her first life before all these regressions.
But the reason for her sleepwalking after that was solely because of the royal family, or the duty of those who carry the Bolshevik blood.
“This sleepwalking is not a duty, but a request from His Majesty.”
The dawn a few days ago when the emperor called Olivia.
‘Serial… murders?’
Olivia, who received a pile, or rather a few sheets of documents from the emperor, tilted her head.
‘Yes. People mainly disappear in the outskirts of the capital, and none of them appear again.’
‘If they disappeared, isn’t it a missing person?’
‘I intend to entrust the confirmation of that fact to the princess.’
At the emperor’s notification, Olivia obediently bowed her head.
The focus of Olivia, who was wandering in the past, returned to reality at Cryer’s question.
“Is someone from a great family missing?”
It was a rather obvious question. The imperial princess was in charge of a single missing person case.
“No. I’ve looked at the documents, and there are occasional disappearances in the suburbs of the capital.”
“Why you?”
“It’s probably a form of punishment.”
“Punishment?”
Cryer’s eyebrows rose, and Olivia shook her head.
“It doesn’t mean that the disappearances and deaths of the imperial citizens are so insignificant that they can be dismissed as just punishment.”
Olivia, who had been working for a few days with just an hour or two of sleep, massaged her stiff nape.
“It’s more urgent to deal with the safety and future of many more imperial citizens.”
“That’s not what I asked. I know how much work you do standing at the top of the heads of the imperial citizens.”
Cryer unconsciously stroked his collarbone area and answered.
“Oh, you don’t sleep either.”
To be precise, it’s closer to not being able to sleep….
Anyway, like Olivia, he was also spending his days reading the history books of the Bolsheviks next to her, barely getting any sleep.
“Yes. Sometimes I wonder if that dense mountain of documents is going to collapse.”
“Oh, that mountain… I’ve heard stories of people being severely injured by it. Was it a previous emperor? Or even before?”
She recalled and continued her words.
“You would have had a fracture here if you were crushed by the documents.”
Pointing to her torso, Olivia calmly added.
“Of course, even in that state, they said that he completed all the documents that needed to be processed that day.”
Although her tone was as if it was a trivial matter, it wasn’t a small feat to process a large amount of documents while having a broken rib.
However, to Olivia, it wasn’t anything remarkable or strange.
Because, being born as a princess in the Bolshevik Empire and enjoying many things, she also had the responsibilities she had to bear.
Although after my fourth regression, my life had become the most precious thing to me….
In order to live, I had to maintain world peace, and in the end, wasn’t that also protecting the wellbeing of the empire’s citizens?
Olivia, who shook her head, turned the conversation back.
“Anyway, this investigation is probably ‘a penalty for pushing for the Continental Conference to be held as soon as possible.'”
Olivia, who shrugged her shoulders, very naturally pulled at Cryer’s sleeve.
“Over here.”
Cryer, who obediently followed her direction to the left, asked.
“The Continental Conference was held earlier than planned. Why go to such lengths?”
“Ah, no particular reason. I just wanted to meet you a bit sooner.”
If those who didn’t know the whole story heard this, it would seem a very grand romantic statement.
For Olivia, the princess of the empire, to push forward a national event that was not fully prepared just to meet Cryer.
But the words that followed from her were extremely realistic, without even a glimpse of romantic ‘romance.’
“In order to fulfill the mission of the peacekeeping dove, I had to somehow roast and boil you as soon as possible.”
She really did it somehow… Even hanging onto his turning back.
As the memories from then surfaced, Olivia’s eyes grew dim.
It was a memory she really didn’t want to recall. She had to forget it.
“Peace dove.”
There was a hint of laughter in his almost inaudible soft and gentle voice, and Olivia slapped his arm.
“Stop laughing. Why do you laugh every time you hear something? It’s really not…”
She suddenly stopped talking and closed her mouth tightly.
What was she about to say? Not…?
What does it mean to be Cryer?
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
