“The people of the First Prince are surrounding and monitoring the Second Prince’s Palace. I’m just a simple merchant delivering goods, but I need payment to avoid suspicion.”
Belia, worried that coming here might cause harm to the Duke, asked anxiously, “Is the Duke in danger because of me?”
“No, he’s not. Only I, within the upper section, know of some relationship between the upper section and Duke. Since I don’t have a specific base of operations and keep wandering around, I won’t recklessly involve myself with Duke within the upper section.”
“Fortunately.”
Belia, also picking up the box containing the gem, stood up from her seat.
“Wait a moment. I’ll arrange for the payment through a maid.”
“Thank you.”
Looking at Bill, who was smiling, Belia hesitated for a moment, then removed her heavy lips and asked, “The other thing I ordered, is it safe and sound?”
Bill quietly smiled and nodded.
Belia didn’t make a sound as if her throat was blocked.
But after swallowing her saliva, she managed to open her mouth.
“…I understand. Then please return safely.”
“It was an honor to meet you, Vision.”
With Bill’s polite farewell, Belia, holding the box preciously, returned to her room.
It had already been two months since Khalid went missing.
The resumed search was ongoing, but it was faltering.
Rumors of the Second Prince’s death spread among the imperial citizens bit by bit. Every time Belia continued her charitable activities, everyone tried to avoid talking about it as much as possible. However, their muttered words reached her ears strangely, as if they couldn’t believe the Second Prince’s death even in the midst of her composed demeanor.
In the assembly, discussions arose about the residence of the Second Prince’s consort. The widowed Princess Belia should be sent back to Ronica. Since she had already become an enemy of the empire, even if the death of the Second Prince was made public, she needed to stay in the empire. Being a member of the royal family, she couldn’t be sent away. It would shake the alliance with Ronica. Numerous words surrounded her, turning her into a troublesome entity among the nobles.
In such a situation, an event hosted by the royal family took place. It was an annual event that concluded the harvest and involved offering prayers of thanks to the gods. However, it was mostly a festive occasion with grand parties. Amidst the noisy rumors about the Second Prince’s death, such a party was held.
All eyes turned to Belia.
“Oh my. I didn’t know you would attend the party…”
“More importantly, have you heard the rumor? After the disappearance of the Second Prince, she tried to seduce the First Prince, who had proposed to me before that…”
“Oh really?”
Baseless rumors quickly spread.
Belia walked slowly through the aristocrats, who were half-concealed behind their fans. Even without listening, she could guess what kind of words were exchanged.
She stiffened her neck even more.
There was no need to be intimidated.
“Oh my. You’ve come. Your Highness, the Second Princess.”
Elin, who was already sitting on the dais as the prospective princess, greeted Belia warmly. Then she added a mocking remark.
“Or should we call you Princess Belia again?”
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
