Remarried Empress – Chapter 216. The handsome world . (1)

Heinley has been a little strange since he went to the wedding.

Should I say I'm powerless?….

I think you had fun in the carriage on your way to the wedding.

It was gloomy on the way back.

I was in the carriage, but I couldn't make eye contact all the time.

I was worried and asked what was going on, but there was no answer back.

I just hold my hand from time to time and ask this.

"You'll be by my side, won't you?"

"Why do you say such obvious things?"

When asked back with a smile, he closed his eyes with his own cheek in my hand without a word.

Sometimes I put my lips lightly on my palm or back of my hand.

"Heinley?"

It tickled and cute, so when asked, he asked again.

"You're my wife, aren't you?""

Why are you saying this obvious thing, my new prince?

Still, I thought he was tired on the way back.

However, Hein-ri's condition was similar even after returning to the West Kingdom.

Even when he came to my room, he hung around nervously, and couldn't say what he had to say.

When asked what's going on, he doesn't answer.

After a few days of repetition, I was determined to release Hein-li's mood first.

It was obvious that feelings were hurt in many ways in the Eastern Empire.

He went with me to the Eastern Empire for me, so I wanted to release the rotten feeling.

But no wonder…how can I get the sullen Heinley back on his feet?

But I was thinking about this problem for a long time.

Rose's knitting caught my eye.

A bundle of soft fur and a needle with yellow fine hairs….

When I saw two things, I had a good idea.

Clothes! You can make clothes for him.

Heinley was looking up at the sky, sitting dangerously on the window frame.

There was a mountain of favorite things piled up on the desk, but now even those things were out of sight.

The last day of the reception was agonizingly repeated in my head.

– Please come back.

– I hope you're not the wife of another man.

– We're a couple, butterfly.

What did Quinn answer to that nonsense?

I wish I could've heard all the behind-the-scenes stories.

Quinn's voice was so calm and so small that I couldn't hear the back of the story properly.

As Emperor Sovish shouted "Butterfly!" with difficulty, I think he turned it down….

Still, his anxiety lingered.

Quinn was told that she grew up with Emperor Sovish from childhood.

There must be some sort of brother and sister.

What if the Queen's feelings for Sovish are love-hate?

What if you want to give him another chance?

Heinley tilted his head to the side helplessly at the thought of constantly going into the wrong direction.

I'm sorry, but…It seemed like he was going to bring it up to say…

It was then.

"Your Grace."

Seibel came in and announced that Rose, Navie's maid, had come.

"What's going on?"

"Your Highness wanted to give you something and asked you to come and see me when you have time.

Heinley opened his eyes wide.

"What you want to give me?"

"I heard you made it yourself. Your Highness, come down from the window frames. It's dangerous."

Cooking…? You're not a divorce notice, are you?

Anxiety and expectation came to mind at the same time.

Heinley hurried down from the window frame.

Heinley appeared less than five minutes after Rose's return.

"Come when you have time."

As he laughed and grumbled, Ha In-ri smiled and made excuses as if embarrassed.

"I'm finally resting."

As the maids were quick to get out, Hein-li asked, her eyes twinkling.

"I heard you wanted to give me something more. What is it?"

Are you sure you're here during your break? Looking at his expression, I think he came running because he was curious about the gift was.

His much-anticipated attitude makes me laugh.

Still, the previous sullen appearance seemed certainly less.

I quickly went to the drawer, pulled out a box of gift packages and handed them over.

"It's small.

Heinley murmured at the gift I had given him, and turned the box around.

He seemed to be curious about what was in it.

"Open it."

When asked with a smile, Hein-li looked at me and grabbed the end of the ribbon and pulled it.

The box came out when the meticulously tied ribbon went down.

Heinley quickly opened the lid of the box.

As if curious as to what's in it.

"…what do you think?"

I waited for Heinley to open the lid of the box, and quickly asked as he looked at the present with astonished eyes.

Heinley looked down at the present with his mouth slightly open.

Then he put his hand in the box and took out the gift I gave him and lifted it up slightly.

"What do you say?"

I asked again and again.

What was in the box was "Queen's" clothes, which I knitted.

I told you before that I'd dress you if you showed up in front of me again.

Suddenly, when I saw Rose's knitting street, I remembered the word and made it.

I said it was a penalty, but Heinley seemed quite fond of it….

"That's cute. Did you make it for a bird?"

Heinley burst into laughter as she looked at clothes like baby clothes.

As expected. He seemed to like it a lot.

Days of darkness faded and his face looked bright.

That's a relief. I guess I'm feeling a little better.

I saw such a Heinley and suggested one more.

"If you turn into Queen, I'll dress you up."

Heinley was startled and looked at me with his eyes, 'Are you serious?'

In the sense of sincerity, I sat on the sofa and tapped my knee.

As soon as my words came to an end, Heinley disappeared, and I saw something wriggling between his clothes.

Queen came through her clothes and rushed to me.

He came to the front of the sofa and looked up, and lifted it up and put it on his lap. Just like old times

I could see my eyes shaking because they were so big.

Pretending not to know, I picked up clothes made of knitting and put them on Quinn.

"Cute."

After I had finished dressing, I swept my hair and sang a song.

I sang it in a humming voice.

But I liked it, and my eyes, which had been round all the time, gradually became smaller when I sang, and later they closed completely.

After finishing the song, I looked down and I thought Queen was completely asleep.

My chest went up steadily. I go down and sometimes my eyelids tremble as if I dream.

"Cute."

He stared at it and kissed it lightly on the forehead.

Do you have bipolar disorder?'

Ha In-ri, who had been sullen all morning, smiles all afternoon.

McKenna looked suspiciously at his main army.

It wasn't just a smile.

He laughed as he touched his forehead.

On his way to the conference room, he looked at the post, and suddenly he looked at his face and even said, "I'm cute."

McKenna looked anxiously at Heinley.

It's better to be in the air than depressed.

I was worried that Ha In-ri, who always maintained a confident composure, was so jagged.

It was then.

Hainley, who was walking excitedly, suddenly stopped and covered his mouth with one hand.

Then he looked into the air with serious and serious eyes and frowned between his eyes.

He seemed surprised to realize something late.

"Your Highness? What's wrong with you?"

When McKenna wondered, Hein-ri bit her acquaintances and opened her mouth in a very small voice.

"When you get married soon…."

But without speaking out, Heinley closed his lips.

"Your Highness?"

What's wrong with getting married soon?

McKenna asked because she was curious about the back.

"What's the catch?"

But Heinley was silent and did not answer.

When McKenna repeatedly asked, 'Your Highness? Your Highness?' Heinley only asked anxiously.

"Mckenna. What's my image like?"

"Your Highness? You may not be, but you are clever, you may be serious, you may not be, but you are pure.…."

"Not the image you see. External image."

"You're not clever, you're not serious, you're not pure."

Heinley sighed, shook his head, and walked down the hall again.

He didn't seem to want this kind of answer.

In fact, he didn't want this answer.

In fact, what he wanted to ask was about the first night after the wedding.

After that, we will set the day by placing importance on each other's opinions, but we must have the first night.

He didn't say anything, but just thinking about the day made his heart pound and throb.

It's so nice to touch someone you like.

What would it feel like to hold her tightly in her arms?

I couldn't even imagine it.

But it suddenly came to mind.

He… …has no experience of that.

The problem was his image as a playboy.

Although he does not seem to be as disorderly as others, he seemed to think that he was a flirt even in butterflies.

Wouldn't a playboy think he's good at this and that?

Of course, I was confident that I would do well if I learned and learned.

But if we can't do it on the first night, will there be a second night?

Heinley wanted to be the perfect man for a butterfly.

"Your Highness?"

If McKenna is really worried, harden her expression and ask again.

Heinley waved his hand to signal that he was okay, and then turned the horse around.

"When will all the people on the knights' tour arrive?"

I don't think you were thinking about that. McKenna answered thoughtfully and naively.

"The streets are all different, but they should be here by today."

"I'll have to give you a welcoming ceremony tomorrow."

"Yes. Oh, should I tell the Queen that she needs to prepare a handkerchief or something?"