Attentively listening to Rita’s words, Melvin grunted as he got up, causing her to ask in confusion.

“Where are you going?”

Melvin remained silent, surveying the surroundings. The castle’s interior, unrecognizable in its tidiness, caught his eye. Broken bricks, cracked window frames, and crumbled stairs – all were meticulously repaired.

He hadn’t stayed here out of fondness. It was simply because his salary was higher than other servants. Reflecting on it, the reason his family, nothing more than commoners, could serve as stewards for three generations was thanks to the previous Dukes’ indifference and neglect.

Whenever Melvin or his ancestors wanted to make positive changes, those ideas remained mere thoughts, never materializing due to the lack of convincing power or authority over the previous Dukes.

Thus, the courage and initiative were systematically drained from one generation of Melvin to the next.

But now…

Melvin spoke softly, “I should at least show some courtesy to our master.”

He turned and walked out of the room, likely to discuss with the servants how to arrange the castle before the carpenter’s arrival.

Rita, mouth agape at his departing figure, unknowingly clenched her fist. She turned her flushed face towards the newly fitted sparkling windows. Despite the winter chill, her heart was already in spring.

In the evening, Amy put down a letter she had finished reading and pressed her eyes with her hands.

‘Thank goodness for the efficient steward at the Duke’s castle.’

She had been pushing hard with Joseph to finish the repairs and beautification before Noah’s arrival, and it was a relief that the other side was cooperating well. She had thought even half of what she poured into this would be good enough, but fortunately, it worked out better than expected.

Amy rolled her stiff shoulders.

‘Not much left to the North, need to keep going.’

She dove back into the paperwork, a report on land development and commercial street reconstruction in the village near the Duke’s castle.

She had arranged through mercenaries to invite skilled craftsmen, blacksmiths, and other skilled workers to the North, offering them financial aid for relocation, stores, and reduced taxes until they settled. Although some refused, most accepted, and with the cooperation of the castle’s steward and local leaders, stores and houses were being constructed.

‘Maybe the harsh winters can be dealt with somehow.’

Amy pondered, setting down her pen. The Duke’s domain was a land of hidden opportunities. She wasn’t trying to persuade the Second Prince to root himself there without a reason. Her mind painted a big picture, including the Black Mountains at the northernmost part of the Duke’s domain.

‘How ironic that they’re called the Black Mountains.’

They were covered in snow and ice all year round, so ‘White Mountains’ might have been more appropriate. Why were they named so? Perhaps the past knew of its existence?

‘Maybe there’s a record in the history books. I’ll have to look it up once I reach the castle.’

She doubted any records existed. If anyone had known, the North would have been one of the continent’s wealthiest regions by now.

Deep in thought, she suddenly looked up. The crackling fire in the fireplace was comforting. She was grateful to rest here, having been caught off guard by the sudden drop in temperature upon entering the North.

Then a maid knocked and entered.

“Steward, it’s time for dinner.”

“Alright.”

Amy stood up, gathering her papers. It was time to meet the owner of the mansion.

“…”

Her brow furrowed involuntarily. The mansion’s owner was absent from the dining room.

‘What’s going on here?’
When their party first arrived in the North and visited this lord’s castle as guests, the owner of the mansion, Count Coleman, did not show his face to Noah. Only the butler came out and received them with utmost hospitality.

The butler expressed deep regret, explaining that the owner couldn’t come out due to certain circumstances, but at that time, Amy hadn’t thought much of it, assuming he was temporarily away. However, his absence from the banquet was…

‘Is there a faction in the North opposing Lord Noah’s ascendancy to the dukedom, and is Coleman part of it?’

Amy glanced at Noah, standing beside her. Despite the apparent slight from the noble family, he remained calm and unperturbed, which slightly pleased her.

Then Noah asked the elderly butler calmly.

“Is this Count Coleman’s decision?”

“…”

Amy reconsidered her thoughts. It seemed Noah was indeed upset after all.

“How can you say such a preposterous thing! Your Grace!”

The experienced butler was taken aback by Noah’s words, hurriedly signaling the servants to leave the dining room. He then locked the door and approached Noah, kneeling on the cold floor.

“To be honest, Count Coleman is currently on his deathbed.”

“!”

Both Noah and Amy were taken aback. Amy quickly checked to ensure the door was securely locked.

“Then who’s the successor?”

“Excuse me?”

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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