Chapter 142

“Ha, since when did you care for me so much?” Patrizia replied to him, her voice full of cynicism. “I heard that you have been at odds with the Marchioness of Ethyller. Why, are you tired of her now? Do you need another woman on the bed?”

“… It is not like that.”

“If it is not like that,” Patrizia replied in a repressed voice, “Why are you doing this to me? Your Majesty was the one who trampled on my heart and killed my pride. I really do not know the reason you are suddenly acting like this.”

“…”He did not answer.

But Patrizia read the answer hidden in the silence. She laughed and muttered to herself internally. Yes, if you have a conscience, you would dare not to put such words in your mouth to me. Unless you are trash cannot even be recycled.

“Let go of me.”

“Empress, please!” he asked, his voice full of anguish. “You can do anything, but you cannot move alone with that foot!”

“… Go to other places for your admonition.”

“I will call for the maids of the Empress Palace. You cannot go alone!”

Patrizia, her eyes closed and her face resigned, replied, “…Do whatever you will.”

Eventually, Patrizia returned to theEmpress Palace with the help of the Empress Palace maids.

After returning, Patrizia did not blame the maids for her actions, and did not rebuke them. The maids also asked her nothing. Eventually, last night’s happenings were buried like that.

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Petronilla was different from her usual self, hesitating in front of her closet with a fuss.

Petronilla was contemplating the white dress with a slightly low cut on the chest. Then she blurted out as if the maid next to her was speaking complete nonsense, “Isn’t this a bit too revealing?”

“It isn’t revealing, my Lady.”

“This?”

In response to Petronilla, the maid was about to burst from frustration. Did she come from another country or something!

“My Lady, if you go out on the street right now, there are plenty of dresses like that, with the back exposed like that as well! Did my Lady come from somewhere else?”

“Oh… yes?” Petronilla answered awkwardly, and the maid nodded. Petronilla sighed and dropped the dress to the floor. What was this for her to be fluttering about like this? She felt foolish and stupid. Petronilla soon muttered in a weak voice, “Just pick anything for me.”

“Yes? But you said it was a date.”

“It is stupid to respond to something like that,” she answered, a somber expression on her face. “I do not want to look forward to it anymore.”

In response to her words, the maid seemed to be shocked. What was her lady saying? “Did you perhaps get a broken heart? Why are you saying that?”

Petronilla felt like someone that had been divorced. The maid muttered, and Petronilla laughed. It was a very peaceful word. Something like divorce; moderate, it seemed. Petronilla responded, “Just choose aa-nything for me.”

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Eventually, Petronila wore a somber gray dress. The maid jumped about, asking who would wear something like this on a date, but Petronilla had no desire to change what she had already put on. How troublesome it was to wear a dress, and then have to take it off.

She heard the door opening downstairs. Petronilla was standing on the railings of the second floor, her line of sight naturally went down. The butler opened the door, and Rothesay was visible, looking well-dressed. Petronilla thought her heart fluttered when she took in his beautiful appearance. Petronilla walked down the stairs in steps that were unhurried. Rothesay’s face, which found her, soon turned red.

Pretty…

“Sir?” When she saw his reddened face, Petronilla asked in a strange voice, “Are you feeling sick somewhere?”

“I am not sick. Not even with one symptom.” Rothesay whispered to her tenderly, “Today, you look so beautiful that I just fell in love with you once more.”

“…” He definitely has on a pair of rose-colored glasses, Petronilla thought.

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“… Madam, today is the right time of the month.”

Rosemond smiled at the words of the Imperial physician. Today was one of the days when she had the best chance of getting pregnant. She asked the Imperial physician with a happy expression. “Yes, what about the medicine that I asked for?”

“… I have prepared and brought it.”

The Imperial physician replied, and presented Rosemond some medicine powder, wrapped in white paper. Rosemond received it and stared at the medicine with a satisfied smile, and then cracked down on him for his silence with a cold voice, “This must be kept secret… If this happens to be leaked, I will die, but you will die as well. You know this well right?”

“… Yes, Marchioness.”

“You can go now.”

As soon as the Imperial physician left, Rosemond smiled again. The medicine that was obtained by threatening the Imperial physician was nothing other than an aphrodisiac. Rosemond muttered to herself in an evil voice, “How do I get this medicine to be the most effective when I give it to His Majesty, hmm?”

“Marchioness, I have managed to obtain His Majesty’s favorite wine.”

Glara came into the room with a bottle of wine that looked expensive even at just a glance. Rosemond nodded as if to say she did well, then ordered, “Yes, hold on to it well. It will be useful later. Is the dress ready as well?”

“Would that not be the case, Marchioness?”

“Good. It is perfect.”

It was a dress ordered from a brothel specifically for today. Even if a gay man saw a woman wearing that dress, hewould supposedly run to covet the woman ! Rosemond hummed a tune and passed the aphrodisiac to Glara. Without forgetting to tell her to hold on to it well, Rosemond began planning how to tempt the Emperor tonight…

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Translated by Haeli

Edited by RED