There's a Snake in the Empress' Bedroom (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Canaria watched the Emperor’s expression.
Judging by his smiling face, he seemed to be in a good mood.
Though he was an inscrutable man—impossible to guess what he was thinking—she could at least discern that much.
“What are you thinking about, Your Majesty?”
Canaria asked in a sultry voice.
She wrapped her arms around the Emperor’s neck and kissed his firm cheek.
At the soft touch of her lips, the Emperor murmured lazily,
“Do you know Cassius?”
“The slave knight, you mean? The hero who reclaimed the Chorpa Plains this time. I heard he fulfilled Your Majesty’s deepest wish.”
“That’s right.”
The Emperor swallowed a gulp of wine.
In such high spirits, even this strong liquor tasted sweet.
Canaria traced the Emperor’s cheek with her finger.
“Did that man do something to please Your Majesty so greatly? Something worth thinking of him even while you’re with me?”
She whispered softly, blowing a gentle puff of air into Rexus’s ear.
It was a ploy to draw the Emperor’s attention back to herself.
Rexus chuckled pleasantly.
“There was indeed something worth it.”
The Emperor pulled Canaria closer.
“Kyaa!”
Letting out a delighted squeal, Canaria settled onto Rexus’s lap with a coquettish smile.
“I’d like to know what it is too, Rexus.”
Rexus tugged at the ribbon on Canaria’s dress and whispered,
“I’ve found a way to abandon the Empress utterly.”
“Oh my. So you’ve finally resolved your long-standing worry. The Empress has always been Your Majesty’s greatest concern, hasn’t she? Isn’t that right, Rexus?”
Canaria whispered Rexus’s name in a honeyed tone.
Rexus caressed Canaria’s exposed skin.
The Empress’s family had made him—once a bastard—Emperor.
They had poured everything the Rotera family possessed into achieving that.
Perhaps that was why, whenever he saw Renisha, an odd sense of inferiority and fear surged within him.
He had become Emperor after marrying Renisha, who was seventeen, at the age of twenty.
Ever since then, Rexus had kept a closer watch on Rotera than anyone else.
It was only reasonable to suspect that if they could make him Emperor, they could make anyone Emperor.
Realizing Rexus’s thoughts, Duke Rotera shut his doors and chose seclusion.
Yet that did nothing to dispel Rexus’s suspicions.
Rexus sent Rotera off to the battlefield.
‘I never imagined he’d actually come back alive from the place I sent him to die.’
Rexus gave a faint smile and kissed Canaria’s lips.
Canaria cooed sweetly and nestled into Rexus’s embrace.
For eight years, not even a child had been born between Rexus and Renisha.
Renisha had always remained a dignified noble lady,
radiating an aura that suggested someone like Rexus could never possibly touch her—
as if no matter what he tried, he could never break her.
“Aren’t you looking forward to seeing how that haughty face crumbles?”
“Huh?”
Canaria tilted her head and hugged Rexus.
Her delicate brow furrowed as she held Rexus close.
‘Why is he so obsessed with that Empress? He could just kill her like he usually does.’
Canaria quickly changed her expression.
The Emperor was filled with madness.
At any moment, he might turn his sword against her.
Canaria had to bear the Emperor’s child, by any means necessary.
Until then, she had no choice but to feign ignorance and survive by acting spoiled.
“I don’t understand what Rexus is talking about at all.”
Canaria let out a heavy sigh and whispered into Rexus’s ear,
“Don’t trouble yourself with difficult thoughts—just make Canaria happy.”
She wrapped herself around Rexus.
The Chief Steward confirmed Rexus’s whereabouts and secretly headed toward the Empress’s palace.
If the Emperor discovered he was colluding with Renisha, not only he but his entire family would be in grave danger.
Yet the Imperial Palace, teetering on the edge of chaos, had managed to hold together solely thanks to the Empress.
The Chief Steward steadied his breath and bowed deeply before Renisha.
“This lowly servant humbly greets Your Imperial Majesty.”
“Chief Steward.”
Renisha called him in a calm voice.
Only because the Empress was Renisha could she maintain such composure after what happened at the banquet.
The Chief Steward swallowed hard.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“I summoned you because I have a question.”
“Please ask, Your Majesty.”
Renisha fixed the Chief Steward with a steady gaze.
Of everyone, only the Chief Steward truly understood Rexus.
Aside from him, Rexus trusted no one near his side.
Perhaps Rexus’s instinct had correctly identified his own.
Though the Chief Steward pretended to side with Renisha and maintained contact with her, at heart he was incapable of betraying the Emperor.
“…I called you because I wish to know what Rexus is thinking.”
“What do you mean…?”
The Chief Steward looked at Renisha with a puzzled expression.
Renisha gave a gentle smile.
“Do you know which territory Rexus intends to grant Cassius?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The Chief Steward bowed his head.
However, despite his answer, his words did not immediately follow.
Renisha, recognizing the meaning behind the prolonged silence, gave a short laugh.
“You truly are considerate.”
At Renisha’s voice, light as a breeze, the Chief Steward tightly shut his eyes.
The territory the Emperor had decided to grant Cassius this time was Hiloshain.
Hiloshain was among the most barren lands, with the smallest population.
The problem was that Hiloshain had originally belonged to Rotera.
Eight years ago, when Duke and Duchess Rotera were forced onto the battlefield, all their original territories—including Hiloshain—had been absorbed into the Imperial domain.
The Emperor had seized most of what Duke Rotera owned under the pretext of war funds.
For reasons unknown, Duke Rotera had surrendered nearly everything the Emperor demanded.
Even for the Chief Steward, it was difficult to casually announce that the Emperor was now bestowing that forcibly taken land upon Cassius—
especially not in front of a descendant of Rotera.
“So it’s Hiloshain. He never intended to properly reward a hero of slave origins like Cassius from the start, did he?”
“…That’s correct. His Imperial Majesty intends to grant Hiloshain to Sir Cassius through formal succession procedures.”
The Chief Steward swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry.
In truth, an even more vile command had been issued, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak of it, so he kept his mouth tightly shut.
Renisha’s inquiry ended there.
“Thank you, Chief Steward.”
The Chief Steward bowed and withdrew. Renisha ran a finger along her lips.
‘Just as I expected.’
If Cassius was to receive Hiloshain—and if Renisha herself were to go there…!
‘Rexus. I swear on everything I have—you will never die in peace.’
Renisha’s lips curled into a cold smile.
The moonlight, piercing through the night sky like a black veil, was a guiding lamp illuminating Renisha’s path.
She would never waver, nor lose her way.
The mansion where Cassius and the knights stayed was temporarily provided by the Imperial Palace.
Though not a grand noble estate, they were content simply to rest warmly and eat comfortably.
Having spent eight years on the battlefield, they couldn’t hide their excitement, creating a festive atmosphere every day.
Amid the boisterous chatter during meals, only Cassius remained silent.
“Why is he acting like that?”
“No idea.”
Terrion shook his head.
In truth, even he didn’t know exactly what had happened at the banquet that day.
Cassius had asked about Empress Renisha, but that was likely just curiosity sparked by Duke Rotera.
Surely, unless he’d gone mad, he wouldn’t dare covet the Imperial Empress.
“Could it be they won’t grant us the territory? Our supplies are already running out! If I’d known this, I almost wish we’d accepted the Kingdom of Perisen’s offer.”
The knights voiced their complaints.
As they said, after the final great battle in the Chorpa Plains, the King of Perisen had proposed they naturalize into his kingdom—
on the condition they brought the entire Chorpa Plains with them.
The King had promised Cassius a dukedom, vast lands, and wealth befitting such a title.
Having rejected that and returned here, only to receive poor treatment, their dissatisfaction was growing.
“Shh! If the Emperor hears you saying that, what then? Haven’t you seen how Duke Rotera died?”
The knights coughed awkwardly.
After Duke Rotera’s death, the army had collapsed.
What else could happen when they lost their commander?
It was Cassius who clawed his way up and ultimately ended the war.
Without Cassius, none of them would be here today.
Thus, after the war ended, those who wished to leave departed, and those who remained followed Cassius.
Even the knights of Rotera, now masterless, did the same.
“Sir Cassius hasn’t said a word, so why are you all making such a fuss?”
Terrion scolded them—just as Cassius finally broke his silence.
“No. It’s understandable to feel discontent.”
Cassius’s sharp golden eyes burned like the sun.
Straightening his slouched posture, Cassius spoke coldly,
“If the Emperor continues hesitating like this, we’ll have no choice but to accept another sacrifice, Terrion.”
“Yes, Sir Cassius. There seem to be about three to five hundred knights stationed within the Imperial Palace now. Judging by the distance, it would take half a day to summon those camped outside the walls.”
Cassius placed a hand on the dining table.
The noisy chatter ceased instantly as everyone focused on Cassius.
Cassius lifted the corners of his lips.
Whenever Cassius smiled like that, something always happened.
The knights swallowed hard.
They even set down the food they’d been eating.
Among Cassius’s knights, Terrion was the cleverest.
He excelled at gathering intelligence and always devised the best strategies.
“How many of us are there now?”
“About two hundred and fifty.”
“That should be enough. If the Emperor breaks his promise, he’ll have to pay for making us suffer like dogs.”
“Exactly!”
Someone thrust a fist into the air.
Their faces shone bright, utterly fearless.
“Anywhere would be better than the Chorpa Plains!”
“The next target is the Emperor’s head? Are you planning to become Emperor yourself?”
The knights burst into laughter.
Yet at that very moment, the person in Cassius’s thoughts was…
Renisha—not seated as Empress, but as Emperor, wearing a brilliant golden crown.
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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The king must be thinking he made a smart move. Sorry honey you wrongg
What a tattle,snobbish women. Tha one who doesn’t conceive
Such a twisted, insecure and desirable man. Leave renisha alone