Vialle employed a notably louder tone than her usual soft-spoken voice, ensuring that other nobles could hear her.
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince, your kindness is overwhelming.”
Her response intrigued Iban, who seemed momentarily willing to indulge in this interaction, watching her intently.
“Isn’t this a gift meant for you?”
Suddenly, a hush fell over the cafe, drawing the attention of even those who had previously shown little interest in them.
“I respectfully decline Your Highness’s generosity.”
Her words were a deliberate public refusal of the Crown Prince’s favor.
The bystanders, who had been eavesdropping, started murmuring again, and soon the cafe buzzed with noise.
Despite being publicly rejected and humiliated, Iban showed no visible reaction.
“I am curious about your reason, Lady.”
“This gift should find its rightful owner.”
“Hmm, I can’t think of anyone more suited than you.”
“This gift is not suitable for me.”
“I am certain it suits you.”
Unwavering in his stance, Iban received a faint smile from Vialle, who spoke softly yet firmly.
“Surely there is someone more appropriate for it.”
“Similar in status, we are quite alike, aren’t we?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Indeed, Lady, you are incomparable.”
“I am at a loss for words with your compliment.”
“It almost seems as if you have planted a spy in my chamber.”
Among the nobility, Iban’s notorious reputation was an open secret, but he appeared unabashed.
“How could I dare plant a spy in Your Highness’s esteemed presence?”
“Indeed, but still, I wonder.”
Iban’s playful gaze suddenly turned more probing.
“What could possibly be your weakness?”
“…”
“I have high expectations for you. We have plenty of time ahead.”
Understanding his blatant intentions, Vialle consciously ignored them.
Despite his provocations, she had no intention of playing into his games.
His determination to place her on the throne was as distasteful as it was forceful.
Noticing Diane and Tonio approaching through the window, Vialle felt relieved and stood up.
“I must leave, time has already escaped me.”
“Indeed, the Duke must be worried about you.”
Even for someone as frivolous as Iban, he couldn’t detain her against her will, especially with many onlookers present.
“Allow me to escort you to your carriage.”
“There’s no need. My confidants have arrived.”
Following Vialle’s gaze, Iban noticed the two watching him.
Tonio’s eyes burned with intensity, like a dog ready to pounce at any threat to its master.
Iban chuckled at the absurdity of the threat and said to Vialle,
“You seem to have very loyal followers.”
“Yes, as you can see, they are quite obedient.”
“I have no interest in being bitten by a dog. I shall take my leave.”
“To the everlasting peace of the Marta Empire.”
With a more earnest demeanor than usual, Vialle bid farewell and left the cafe, feeling unburdened, her steps lighter than ever.
As Vialle stepped out of the cafe, Diane, who had been anxiously waiting for her, rushed to embrace her with eyes brimming with tears. Tonio, too, was carefully checking to ensure his mistress hadn’t been harmed.
“Lady, are you unharmed?”
“Yes, don’t cry. Everything’s fine.”
“You don’t know how shocked I was when Diane told me,” Tonio added.
“Tonio, no matter who it is, don’t do anything reckless.”
“I apologize, my lady. I was short-sighted.”
“I meant, protect yourself, not me. You are still my knight, aren’t you?”
“Lady…”
Vialle, climbing into the Ruschef carriage, trailed off mid-sentence.
“Everyone worked hard today. Thank you.”
She knew better than anyone that they had sweated not just for their duty but genuinely to protect her. Moved by her sincerity, Diane and Tonio seemed to silently renew their vows of loyalty to her.
Enjoying a moment of peace she had forgotten, Vialle allowed herself a quiet smile.
As Vialle’s carriage approached the manor, she spotted another Ruschef carriage already there. The Duke and Gaisen, having finished their trade business, seemed to have returned home.
Normally, she would have hurriedly alighted and approached them, but for some reason, she hesitated.
Sensing her reluctance, Tonio asked in a low voice, “Lady, are you okay?”
“Yes. Go inside first.”
As Vialle descended from the carriage, the Duke greeted her warmly.
“Vialle, have you just arrived?”
“Yes, Father. You’re home early.”
“Yes, Gaisen couldn’t concentrate on his trade tasks.”
Vialle glanced at her brother, who hastily turned away when their eyes met.
‘Why is he so obvious?’
Although Vialle also tried to act unaffected, it seemed Gaisen needed to put in more effort.
In the early dawn, as the sky began to lighten, Manolin rushed into Vialle’s bedroom.
“Lady, wake up quickly!”
“What’s the matter, Manolin…?”
Barely awake, Vialle realized why Manolin had come so early upon seeing the stack of newspapers she brought.
Concern was evident on Manolin’s face as she hesitated to speak, pointing to headlines in the newspapers and gossip magazines.
“What happened yesterday?”
The headlines were sensational enough to attract attention and cause controversy.
Reading these exasperating headlines made her want to go back to sleep.
Exhausted, Vialle skimmed the articles, which seemed to be based on eyewitness accounts and tips but had been almost entirely reimagined by the journalists.
“To anyone unaware, they’d believe it’s true, such vivid falsehoods spun as facts.”
‘Surely the Crown Prince had a hand in this.’
Vialle couldn’t comprehend why he was so obsessed with the Crown Princess position.
This wasn’t just gossip; it carried the potential to become a political issue.
“It was just a conversation, that’s all.”
“Lady, it might be wise to avoid social activities for a while.”
“Yes, I agree.”
The Ruschef family, against their intentions, would become the talk of the nobility for some time. Among them, the main focus would undoubtedly be on Vialle Ruschef herself.
No matter how notorious Crown Prince Ivan was for his womanizing, to the nobility, it was just rumors, nothing serious. Moreover, in the Marta Empire, having concubines, divorces, remarriages, and even multiple marriages were not considered unusual.
The nobles would quickly strategize whether to align with the Ruschef family, be content with the position of future empress, or somehow plot to slander the empire’s only lady.
Therefore, Vialle had to be even more cautious about going out, waiting for the situation to calm down.
‘More than anything, I don’t want to create a situation that harms the Ruschef Ducal Family.’
She had no intention of becoming bait for the noble court, waiting to pick apart every one of her words and actions.
Manolin seemed to blame herself, thinking it was because of her that her lady had gone out and this incident occurred.
“I’m sorry, Lady. It was my careless talk yesterday that…”
“It’s not your fault, Manolin. I should have been more cautious.”
Compared to before she returned to the past, unforeseeable events were happening now. She couldn’t afford to be complacent but needed to prepare to counter them.
‘How should I deal with the Crown Prince, who holds cunning and power?’
No matter how frivolous he might be, his schemes couldn’t be ignored. Especially since Ivan had openly warned that he would find her weakness.
And her only vulnerability was her former lover, Dension Verduim. Her feelings for Dension were something that must never be revealed to anyone.
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.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
