“Considering you’re called the Emperor’s mad dog, you don’t seem to care much for the Emperor.”
Celia Brillion spoke试探ingly, her gaze fixed on Dietrich Calypso’s face.
Yet the man before her remained unfazed by Celia’s words. Whether his inner thoughts stirred was unknown, but at least outwardly, his expression revealed no emotion whatsoever.
He merely kept his lips tightly sealed, silently watching Celia. Unfazed by his silence, Celia continued in a soft, gentle voice, as if she hadn’t expected an answer at all.
“Contrary to the rumors that you follow the Emperor like a loyal dog, you didn’t even spare a glance at his corpse.”
Celia finished speaking with a sly smile, her eyes curving at the corners. Her clear, bright eyes narrowed into fine lines, and her emerald irises arched like crescent moons.
Dietrich studied her face carefully. As if searching for something, he stared intently at her until finally, he opened his mouth.
“It seems you’ve already forgotten what I said earlier.”
His gaze shifted from Celia’s smiling face down to the delicate line of her neck.
“I warned you—those who talk too much might find their lives cut short.”
Instead of answering, Celia glanced at Dietrich’s right hand. He was clenching his fist, and to her eyes, it looked as though he were desperate to wrap his fingers around her throat.
“If you kill me now, you’ll surely regret it.”
Celia’s words caused Dietrich’s eyes to narrow slightly.
“Regret…?”
His gaze remained fixed in one place—on Celia’s slender neck. A faint, dry smirk now tugged at his lips.
“Then let’s test whether I’ll truly regret killing you.”
Dietrich immediately acted upon his words. His strong hand seized Celia’s throat in one swift motion.
The nickname “mad dog” had not been given lightly. Dietrich always repaid harm done to him—many times over.
Throughout his life, he had never once regretted anything he had done.
The Emperor should not have died. He should have been killed—more horribly, more wretchedly—by Dietrich’s own hands.
But this woman had single-handedly shattered his ten-year-long plan in an instant.
He had spared her life only because killing her outright would cause an uproar. Nothing more.
Given the circumstances, killing her now would bring him no benefit. He had merely intended to frighten her.
Her arrogant attitude, as if looking down on him, had irritated him—so he meant to teach her a harsh lesson.
Yet even as her throat was being crushed, Celia did not gasp in pain. Instead, she smiled at Dietrich.
At that moment, Celia’s small, pale white hand touched Dietrich’s cheek.
The instant her fingers brushed his skin, an impossibly sweet floral scent—out of place in a prison—flooded the air.
The scent of hyacinth enveloped the two of them, overwhelming and intense. So powerful it blurred the senses, the fragrance caused Dietrich’s pupils to tremble violently, like a tsunami before a storm.
“!”
Dietrich instantly released his grip on Celia’s throat. Within mere seconds, a deep red handprint had already formed around her neck.
Celia gently stroked the mark on her throat, staring at Dietrich with wide, astonished eyes—as if he were some strange creature she had never seen before. Dietrich, in turn, looked back at her with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on her large, deer-like green eyes.
“You’re… unharmed?”
Celia’s incredulous voice echoed against the iron bars. Almost as soon as she spoke, the heavy hyacinth fragrance vanished completely.
Dietrich glared at her as if ready to kill.
“How… are you able to use supernatural abilities?”
[This is the timeline separator]The Brillion Viscount’s estate.
Once a crumbling household that could barely afford to pay its servants’ wages, the estate now housed an abundance of luxuries that made such a past unimaginable.
The mansion overflowed with extravagances: a fountain adorned with a lion statue spouting water, crafted by a renowned sculptor whose name alone carried value; a garden filled with rare and exotic flowers of every kind—nothing here was inexpensive.
Inside the mansion, in a spacious room, sat Hariel Brillion, the lady of the house.
Her deep blue hair, resembling faded river water, was styled in an elaborate updo currently in vogue among noble ladies in the capital.
It was hardly a hairstyle suited for a noblewoman who had given birth to three children.
Yet she insisted on appearing youthful. She followed capital fashions meticulously, putting on airs of refinement more than anyone else.
Hariel reclined lazily on a plush sofa, receiving a foot massage from her maid, Lisa.
“You feel especially refreshing today.”
It was rare for Hariel, who seldom praised, to commend Lisa.
Lisa, who massaged her mistress’s feet daily, noticed that her temperamental mistress had seemed unusually cheerful lately.
More precisely, ever since Celia had been sent to the Imperial Palace.
Lisa cautiously observed her mistress’s expression. Hariel had hastily sent Celia off to the aging Emperor—almost as if selling her—while her husband, the Viscount, and his two sons were away from the estate.
Lisa knew her mistress disliked Celia, but she never imagined she would go this far.
Knowing how Celia had been treated, Lisa felt deep pity for her.
The Brillion estate, located far from the capital, had gained its overflowing wealth and fame entirely thanks to Celia.
Shortly after taking in Celia, who had been wandering the streets alone, the Brillion estate—once devoid of visitors—became bustling with people coming to see her every day.
They said her beauty was such that one glance would make anyone fall in love. Even the most stone-hearted man would fall desperately ill with longing upon seeing Celia.
And it was no surprise. After all, it was precisely because of her breathtaking beauty—so radiant it could not be hidden even in rags—that the Viscount, Hariel’s husband, had taken her in as a foster daughter.
The Viscount himself, and his two sons, all gazed at Celia with eyes clouded by desire.
Hariel took it a step further, generously granting “opportunities” to meet and speak with Celia to whichever man offered the most wealth.
As soon as Celia came of age, men rushed forward one after another, pouring their fortunes into the Brillion estate. Hariel never refused—she quietly funneled every single gift into her own pockets.
She never forgot to send a maid along—her own eyes and ears—to monitor Celia during every meeting, ensuring the girl didn’t say anything unnecessary.
Celia’s own wishes were never considered.
Though the Viscount and his two sons harbored discontent over Hariel’s actions, they never intervened.
They could see with their own eyes how their dilapidated mansion transformed into a magnificent estate.
They saw fortunes flow in monthly—sums they could never have earned even by squeezing every last drop from their peasants.
And so, they chose complicity and silence.
Truly, they were nothing short of selfish. Even if no blood tied them, in Lisa’s eyes, they were less than human.
Yet Lisa herself could not bring herself to judge them. After all, she had stayed by Hariel’s side for several years, drawn by a salary far higher than elsewhere.
Hariel always ate lavish meals, complete with meat.
In contrast, claiming that weight gain would diminish her value, she forced Celia to eat nothing but tasteless gruel made from grass and tree leaves, three meals a day.
The image of Celia silently eating that wretched porridge—something even stray dogs would reject—lingered in Lisa’s mind.
Perhaps that was why Lisa, uncharacteristically, dared to speak up.
“…My lady, when the master returns, he will certainly be furious. Sending the young lady to the Imperial Palace without any consultation… You acted too hastily.”
Hariel’s previously cheerful mood plummeted. Her voice turned sharp and shrill.
“What nonsense are you spouting now? Celia went to the Palace because she wanted to!”
“….”
“She didn’t go because I sent her—she went of her own will. Even a beautiful girl like her must crave power. If she says she desires the Emperor, what choice do I have? Painful as it is, I had to let her go.”
Hariel lifted her teacup filled with jasmine tea, speaking as if it were of no consequence.
“Mind your words, Lisa. I hold you in high regard.”
With those words laced with warning, Lisa nodded and focused on the foot massage.
Then, a soft knock came at the door.
“Mother, may I come in?”
Hearing the voice from beyond the closed door, Hariel’s face lit up with a bright smile.
“Come in, Gabriel.”
The door opened, and a woman glided gracefully into the room, wearing a mermaid gown studded with rubies—one of a kind in the Empire.
The ornate dress, its lower hem embedded with increasingly darker rubies, had once been offered by an admirer of Celia. Yet Celia herself had never even seen it—she had been pushed toward the Imperial Palace before it could be shown to her.
And it wasn’t just the silk dress. The opal earrings shimmering with multicolored hues, the pink diamond necklace, and even the delicate butterfly-shaped hairpin—all had originally belonged to Celia.
“Gabriel, you look even more beautiful today.”
At her mother’s compliment, Gabriel raised the corners of her lips in a smile.
“It feels as though this dress was made just for me.”
Gabriel, with deep blue hair inherited from her mother, was Hariel’s youngest daughter—the one she cherished most. Unlike her disobedient elder brothers, Gabriel was clever and mature.
But ever since Celia had been taken in as a foster daughter, Gabriel had lived in Celia’s shadow, unable to shine.
Hariel resented this. She knew, deep down, that her beloved biological daughter was not as beautiful as Celia—but she could not accept it.
Worse still, her husband and two sons drooled over Celia with undisguised desire.
The only one truly on her side was Gabriel. And so, together, they systematically isolated and ostracized Celia from the household.
Once, Gabriel had pleaded with her mother:
—Mother, Celia is family too. Please don’t torment her so.
Hariel had felt secretly hurt that her daughter didn’t understand her true intentions. But then Gabriel added softly, a gentle smile on her lips:
—If you’re truly worried, why not throw open the estate gates and host a public courtship event? Men will flock to see Celia. Her narrow worldview will naturally expand.
And so, using Celia, the two women seized overflowing wealth and fame.
It was only with Gabriel’s help that Hariel had seized the opportunity—while the Viscount and his two sons were away—to send Celia straight to the aging Emperor.
—Celia is a grown woman now. She can’t stay under the family’s wing forever. If anything, it’s best to send her to the highest authority—the Emperor Himself. Father and the brothers would cause a fuss if they found out, so I’ll write the letter to the Palace on your behalf.
And so, Celia was sent off to an Emperor over seventy years old. Yet today, Gabriel’s expression seemed far from pleased.
She glanced down at Lisa.
“Mother, I’d like to speak with you alone.”
Hariel gestured for Lisa to leave. Lisa bowed deeply and quietly exited the room.
The moment the door closed, Gabriel approached Hariel and spoke gently.
“Mother, have you heard the news?”
“…What news?”
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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