“Your Majesty.”
Lea uttered with a choked voice.
“Even so, it’s my only cousin’s wedding, not to receive an invitation….”
Ilay approached Lea, who was rigid, with a stiff expression.
“A little disappointed, huh?”
A strange tension hung between the two.
Lea and Akia were never invited the Emperor to their wedding.
Even if they were invited, Lea never thought the Emperor would personally attend, as it wasn’t a royal wedding within the palace.
‘Why did he come at all?’
While she couldn’t understand Ilay’s intentions, one thing was clear: whatever the reason, it was not a good thing. Lea could sense it from the Emperor’s relaxed expression, unlike during the funeral.
Ilay, seeing the tense Lea, smiled meaningfully and asked.
“Why are you so stiff? I just asked if the gift arrived well.”
‘Gift?’
It was only then that Lea realized the sender of the gift in front of her was the Emperor.
It was quite common for the Emperor to send gifts to noble weddings. Unable to attend, he often sent a letter with a congratulatory speech along with a gift.
‘But why would he send this picture…’
The issue was that the gift Ilay sent was a painting of her father, whom she had never even seen.
A sinister atmosphere began to rise from Lea’s footsteps.
And as if he had already anticipated her reaction, Ilay’s mouth tilted slightly upward.
“Why do you think I have that painting?”
Crossing the line they had carefully maintained until now, he spoke in a friendly manner.
“Just asked if the gift arrived well.”
‘Gift?’
Only then did Lea realize that the sender of the gift was the Emperor.
It was quite common for the Emperor to send gifts to noble weddings. Unable to attend, he often sent a letter with a congratulatory speech along with a gift.
‘But why would he send this picture…’
The issue was that the gift Ilay sent was a painting of her father, whom she had never even seen.
A sinister atmosphere began to rise from Lea’s footsteps.
And as if he had already anticipated her reaction, Ilay’s mouth tilted slightly upward.
“Why do you think I have that painting?”
Crossing the line they had carefully maintained until now, he spoke in a friendly manner.
“I’m curious why I have that painting?”
Although Lea couldn’t grasp Ilay’s intentions, she understood one thing.
Whatever the reason, it was definitely not something good. Lea confirmed it from the Emperor’s expression, unlike during the funeral.
The Emperor’s response widened Lea’s eyes. He knew where the man in the painting was.
It meant that Ilay knew about her father.
The gaze of Lea, facing the Emperor with five steps between them, trembled.
It was a gaze mixed with the joy of being able to meet her father and the anxiety about the Emperor approaching her with that joy.
“Curious?”
“…”
“Oh, I asked such a natural question. It’s natural to be curious about a father you thought was dead.”
As Ilay looked at Lea, who was gazing at him with her shoulders shrugged, he chuckled.
“Now, where are you now?”
“Somewhere in the palace.”
At his words, a faint crack appeared on Lea’s face.
“Why is my father in the palace?!”
Maybe the Emperor took him away to threaten her. Lea shouted at the man in front of her, forgetting that he was the Emperor, and not remembering that the man was Ilay.
Then Ilay, as if trying to calm Lea down, spoke to her in a gentle voice.
“Oh, don’t misunderstand. I just put the person who committed a crime in the palace.”
“A crime? What…”
As Lea was about to answer, Ilay, as if he expected that, stuck out his tongue.
“You probably didn’t know. Well, Count Bellarus probably didn’t tell you.”
Ilay asked Lea with a somewhat arrogant attitude.
“Then, Lea. Why did Count Bellarus hide the existence of your father?”
“……That’s.”
Lea hesitated to answer. Her head was already empty like a blank canvas.
It was at that moment when Lea, with her head bowed, shivering with an unknown fear.
“I’ll tell you why. Your father’s crime.”
The truth that Dmitry and Akia had desperately concealed.
The moment the secret was revealed. Lea’s heart plunged into an abyss of unknown depth.
Breathing heavily, Lea, with ragged breaths, ran into the deep corners of an empty garden. However, not far ahead, a gust of wind loosened her grip, causing her body to collapse.
Until morning, the dress that she had considered questioning was now smeared with mud, but she no longer cared.
“This can’t be… my father…”
Instead, Lea incessantly muttered the words she had heard from Ilay.
[Your father killed Akia’s mother.]This story was something Lea had heard from Akia herself during her childhood. The dreadful memory of her mother’s death, hiding under the empress’s bed.
It was pitiful for a man living with such a horrific memory. And she wanted to take revenge on those who tormented Akia in that way.
“But, that person is my father…?”
She couldn’t believe it. No, she didn’t want to believe it.
She would prefer it to be a dream. She fervently wished it was a nightmare caused by pre-wedding worries, praying for it to be just that.
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
