My mother had used a lot of the drug, but Navier and I were healthy and young. The Empress had not become pregnant, all because of a drug she had unknowingly consumed years ago.
That was enough to assume her infertility. She had already been embroiled in a series of scandals, and had caused a number of concubines to suffer greatly. Another scandal could not be placed upon her, and Sovieshu had to keep his mouth shut to protect her honor.
The High Priest thought it unusual at first that the former empress did not break up the young couple, even though her future daughter-in-law may be infertile. The average empress likely would have had the Crown Princess replaced as a precautionary measure. It seemed that the former empress may have harbored a soft spot for Navier. The High Priest was convinced of this. I read the document over again. Everything would be settled soon; who knows how things would turn out.
My mind kept straying towards wondering what kind of conversation the High Priest and Sovieshu were having. Three hours later, when I received word that the High Priest wanted to see me, I felt a strange sense of relief. After a moment, the door opened again and the High Priest entered. I remembered how he looked when he had teased Sovieshu and I as we made our wedding vows, but this time his beard was white from the years. He closed the door, but he did not approach me immediately.
He simply fixed me with an observant stare. His eyes, although warm, trembled beneath his wrinkled visage. He had been worried about how to tell me that Sovieshu wanted to divorce me. I stood up from my desk and pulled out a chair for him. He walked forward with heavy steps, deciding on the right words to say. The High Priest pressed his lips together. All the smiles Sovieshu and I shared were not built of sand.
The High Priest placed his hands on the table and clenched his fists several times. Meanwhile, Countess Eliza brought in coffee and cookies, looking on at the scene with anxious eyes. She left the refreshments on the table, but the High Priest did not touch the food.
I invited him to eat, but he shook his head. No, he gave a hard stare at the cookies and gripped his chest.Am I the only one who had a faint smile on my lips when I said those words? Sovieshu looked down at me with a half-relieved, half-regretful expression.
Was it a charade, or was it sincere? Until now, I had been a good colleague and a perfect empress. We had never fought — that is, until he brought her along.
Then there was my family and the great church which had approved of our marriage, who insisted that I not step down from the position of empress. He would certainly dislike the idea of going through a tedious divorce trial against both groups.
The High Priest had a slightly angry voice. He wanted me to fight and challenge the reason for divorce. While the odds of winning the trial were none, it would cause a scandal for the Emperor and his concubine as the people heard the news. That was what the High Priest, my family and my friends wanted. I shook my head. Complicating the political situation would only make that more difficult. The moment I finished speaking, the mood changed completely. Everyone glanced at each other, unsure of what they heard.
Instead of answering, I stretched out my hand and pointed to one place. As if on cue, a man wearing an embroidered veil that obscured his face burst into pleasant laughter. The silence was broken by the murmuring of the crowd again. The man walked through the court and stood next to me.
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When he took off the veil, Sovieshu leapt to his feet. I smiled and turned the man beside me. In the midst of this all, Heinley and I were the only ones that looked happy. The buzzing of the crowd only grew at the surprise appearance of the King of the West.
She looked no less stunned. For some reason, she was looking between Heinley and Duke Elgy, but not Sovieshu. Duke Elgy was acting surprised as well, even though he knew Heinley was here. The High Priest cleared his throat several times, still looking astonished. After a moment, he spoke to me again. I will come back in an official capacity later, but if I miss this opportunity now, then it will be too late. This is sudden, I know, but please consider it and grant your approval. I expected him to grant permission, but the situation around me felt so fragile.
Sovieshu cut in with a dangerously low voice. The High Priest looked at me in silence, and I stared straight back at him.Sovieshu looked down at me with a half-relieved, half-regretful expression. Was it a charade, or was it sincere?
Until now, I had been a good colleague and a perfect empress.
We had never fought — that is, until he brought her along. Then there was my family and the great church which had approved of our marriage, who insisted that I not step down from the position of empress. He would certainly dislike the idea of going through a tedious divorce trial against both groups. Do you really agree to this divorce document without any objection? The High Priest had a slightly angry voice. He wanted me to fight and challenge the reason for divorce.
While the odds of winning the trial were none, it would cause a scandal for the Emperor and his concubine as the people heard the news. That was what the High Priest, my family and my friends wanted.
I shook my head. Complicating the political situation would only make that more difficult. The moment I finished speaking, the mood changed completely. Everyone glanced at each other, unsure of what they heard. Instead of answering, I stretched out my hand and pointed to one place. As if on cue, a man wearing an embroidered veil that obscured his face burst into pleasant laughter. The silence was broken by the murmuring of the crowd again.
The man walked through the court and stood next to me. When he took off the veil, Sovieshu leapt to his feet. I smiled and turned the man beside me.
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In the midst of this all, Heinley and I were the only ones that looked happy. The buzzing of the crowd only grew at the surprise appearance of the King of the West. She looked no less stunned. For some reason, she was looking between Heinley and Duke Elgy, but not Sovieshu.재혼 황후 - Remarried Empress. (contain spoilers)
Duke Elgy was acting surprised as well, even though he knew Heinley was here.Discussion in ' Novel Pickup Request ' started by summerApr 17, Log in. Novel Updates Forum.
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Tags: empress fantasy female potaganist historical nobels revenge romace. The Queen is all, "da faq are you doing? DAMN girl. It's as if his damn crotch can't make up its mind. He seems to waffle with the Empress and the concubine? So confused! However, the emperor does not need empress to help. He wants to be a spouse, not a colleague. The emperor abandoned the butterfly and placed a slave woman next to her. It was fine though.
Until she heard the Emperor promise her the next Empress. Butterfly decided to worry. Then I will remarry with the Emperor of the neighboring country. My version: She was a perfect Empress. However, didn't want an Empress that will help him and instead wanted a wife that did wifely things.
Thus, the Emperor abandoned his Empress and put a concubine at his side and she honeslty didn't mind Until the fucker decided to make that concubine the next Empress?!?
Aw Hell NAW! Welp - time to go to another country and be a Queen there then. LaDyViLMay 23, I would like to say that I would agree with some of the perspective here but until I haven't read the novel I won't give my verdict yet but I speculate this to be like the manhwa abandoned empress just that her ML was given justice or something like that.
What do you guys think? LunadeSelene and rock. LaDyViLMay 24, LunadeSelene and lazynoodles like this. Ran ahzuJun 22, I need more spoilers of this. In what chapter does the empress divorce of the emperor? LunadeSeleneJul 6, You must log in or sign up to reply here. Show Ignored Content. Your name or email address: Password: Forgot your password?The next morning, I woke up to check up on Queen.
He lay curled up in the nest I prepared for him on the seat next to the bed. Before, he had always flown away secretly at night. Was he that tired from the journey and the arrow injury? His beautiful purple orbs reminded me of Heinley. Queen waved one wing in familiar greeting to Countess Eliza, then tucked back into his nest.
The Countess smiled and nodded. I went to the parlor room, and the servant looked at me with a grave expression. I answered as calmly as I could and gestured to the servant to leave. But I was not calm inside. It felt as if the floor would fall away from me. No matter how prepared I was, I felt no better. My tongue was dry and my stomach twisted in knots. They also seemed worried that the purpose of the emergency state meeting was about the divorce. Some of the ladies-in-waiting were angry, and some were crying.
However, it would be better to see for myself how things progressed. The day after he promised Rashta that he would divorce me, he was kind to me, as if he harbored some regrets.
I wondered how he would treat me in public. Would he act like I was a bothersome leech to get rid of? Or would he be sorry about our old friendship?Saya meraih tangan Heinley dan mengangguk, bersyukur bahwa dia mengatakan apa yang saya pikirkan. Heinley tersenyum dan perlahan mengangkat dirinya kembali.
Tanganku secara alami jatuh, dan aku menggenggamnya dengan canggung. Setelah bersukacita di dalam reuni, aku tersipu membayangkan dia memelukku lagi. Namun, tidak seperti ku, Heinley tampak lebih tenang. Saya mengatur ulang ekspresi wajah saya menjadi sesuatu yang lebih tepat dan duduk di sofa.
Dia pindah ke satu sisi ruangan, dan ada suara peralatan berderak saat dia bersiap untuk merebus air dalam ketel. Bubuk kopi tampaknya sudah disiapkan terlebih dahulu, karena cukup hanya dua bagian yang diletakkan di samping. Apakah Duke Elgy mempersiapkan semua ini? Apakah Anda memiliki sesuatu untuk dikatakan kepadanya? Saya tidak ingin dia ada. Dia tampak malu meskipun komentarnya agak kejam, dan keingintahuan saya sebelumnya muncul kembali.
Jika Duke Elgy dan Heinley berteman, mengapa mereka selalu saling menikam setiap kali yang lain tidak ada? Namun, jika saya menanyakan hal ini kepada Heinley, ia akan mengetahui bahwa Duke Elgy berbicara buruk tentangnya.
Saya tidak berniat membuat irisan di antara keduanya, jadi saya tetap diam. Sementara itu, air selesai mendidih, dan Heinley memegang ketel dan menuangkan air ke dalam cangkir.
Saat dia melakukannya, dia menatapku dan memberiku senyum yang begitu indah sehingga bisa membuat seorang seniman terkesiap. Itu akan menjadi lebih sempurna jika dia memperhatikan dan menyadari bahwa cangkit itu meluap. Dia memulai ketika dia menyadari kesalahannya, dan telinganya memerah saat dia dengan cepat menyeka cangkir kopi dengan serbet.
Aku mengencangkan rahangku agar tidak tertawa. Untungnya, ekspresi wajah saya tempak sebaliknya, dan saya tampak normal pada saat dia menyerahkan kopi jadi saya kepada saya.
Tidak apa-apa menjadi manusia. Heinley duduk di sofa seberang dengan gerutuan, dan aku menahan rahangku lagi untuk menahan tawa. Sisi cerobohnya membuatnya tampak … sempurna. Saya tahu bahwa dia adalah raja seluruh negeri, tetapi saya terus melihatnya sebagai seorang pangeran muda.
Aku menyesap kopi untuk mencegah diriku tertawa. Sayangnya, suasana hanya berubah canggung setelah itu. Saya minum kopi saya dalam diam, dan Heinley minum kopinya dalam diam. Suasana begitu sunyi sehingga orang bisa mendengar kelopak jatuh. Mata kami bertemu secara tidak sengaja, dan Heinley tersenyum lagi padaku.
Kecanggungan sedikit meleleh, tetapi bertekad untuk tidak mati ketika pikiran tentang perkawinan menyebabkan rasa malu muncul dalam diriku. Saya belum pernah merasakan hal ini sebelumnya; Saya tumbuh dengan gagasan bahwa saya akan menikah dengan Sovieshu sejak saya masih kecil. Namun sekarang, saya berwajah merah ketika berpikir untuk menikah dengan Heinley, bahkan jika itu untuk kenyamanan politik.I hurriedly drew Queen to my bosom and then shut the window.
It upset me that the archers were still out there, but I had to take care of Queen first. I drew the curtain for privacy and laid him on my bed. My hands ran over his neck and chest, and to my relief, I found out that he was still breathing. I pressed my ears to his heart, and tears welled up in my eyes when I heard a strong, steady beat. The tears finally spilled over, and I lifted my head and looked at Queen. He was staring at me with his large, intelligent eyes.
Looking at him, my heart felt more brittle than usual. I got out of bed and brought a first-aid kit. Inside the box were some ointment, bandages, and gauze.
I went out to the parlor room, took a bottle of wine, went back to my bedroom and locked it, then approached Queen. He was blinking weakly, but his eyes seemed to smile at me whenever our gazes met. A deep ache throbbed in my chest, like someone had stabbed me in the ribs. I set down the wine bottle and roughly wiped my wet cheeks with my palm.
When I lowered my hand, Queen stretched out his foot and gave a chirp. I thought Queen had been seriously injured when he crashed against the window. Queen must be exhausted after flying a long distance and escaping a near fatal attack. He still had a wound, so I lifted his feathers and poured wine on the broken flesh. After I poured the wine, I blotted the wound with gauze and applied some ointment. I gently blew over the ointment, and Queen stretched out his limbs again and widened his eyes.
I patted his eyes and cheeks, and Queen quickly settled down. I pressed a light kiss to his beak, then bandaged his wound. He sat in a strange position with his hips hanging over the bed, and he fluttered his wing to test the bandage wrapped around it.