Remarried Empress – Chapter 233. The first night. (2)

"Wife?"

"I was supposed to lead today."

"!"

A few light kisses on the cheek of the startled Hein-li, slowly overlapping my lips over his lips.

at a time when one might have had enough fun

I lowered my hand and swept his trousers hidden in the gown.

Ah.

…this place is completely ready.

"My luscious eagle."

When she burst into laughter because she was so cute, Ha In-ri turned red even to her ears, grabbed my coat ring and snuggled her up.

"It's embarrassing, so kiss me."

Sovishu returned to his quarters as soon as Navie went out.

He spent his time sitting absent-mindedly in bed, and after a while he went out to the window and leaned his forehead against the window frame.

I felt dizzy and upset.

I feel like I'm going to feel nauseous right now, and my heart is going to split.

Hein-ri, the image of the butterfly smiling, holding the damn king's hand, fizzled before my eyes.

He clenched his fist.

Do you think he's in the room for the first night by now?

The thought made my eyes turn white.

Rather than the Western Kingdom having a title, I hated the butterfly laughing beside Hein-in-ri.

I didn't like the way they were dancing, nor did I like the damn baby clinging to the butterfly as if he were close.

"Laughing."

In the pain of a strong heartbeat, Sovishu eventually grabbed his chest and bowed down.

My heart ached painfully.

I came angry, but it hurt enough to suppress the anger.

His wife, who was laughing beside him, is next to another man.

In itself, his head seemed to be filled with red blood.

The blood leaked out from behind my eyes and felt as if it were going to run down.

No blood came out of the snow, but blood came out of the nose.

Fier Sovish took out his handkerchief and blocked his face.

"Butterfly… …Butterfly butterfly…."

Suddenly, I wondered if she felt this way.

When he brought in Rasta himself.

Did butterflies feel like this?

I'm angry that you don't show anything.

Did he press this kind of mood?

"…no way."

Sovish soon gritted his teeth and muttered.

It would have been obvious, but it was fine with the butterfly.

You wouldn't have been interested in him.

So you must have been so cool.

But I thought it would be better for him.

If this is how Navie felt, it would be so terrible.

My legs feel weak.

Sovishu sat on the floor with his back against the window frame.

I put my head against the wall and put down my handkerchief.

Maybe because I'm drunk.

The butterfly on coronation day seems to be visible.

The butterfly of the day reached out to Sovishu.

"We must go quickly, Your Majesty."

said reproachfully, with a wrinkled brow.

"Everyone's here."

"Butterfly…"

Sovish replied unknowingly, completely intoxicated.

"There's no strength in the legs, butterflies."

"What's he doing?"

He pretends to glare in a curt voice, and then puts out his hand again.

"Come quickly."

"Really, I really can't walk."

"You can come with your hands."

Say it right and put your hand out again.

This is not a memory of the day.

He proudly arranged the coronation from the start, and did not whine, saying, "I can't stand up."

But what the hell is this?

Then, who is in front of the butterfly?

Come to think of it, this happened a little before the coronation.

Maybe it was when I first got drunk.

How about something?

"Butterfly."

Sovishu reached out and took his wife's hand.

But as soon as the hands and hands overlap, the illusion of the butterfly disappeared.

Trying to get up, he fell back again and hit his head against the window frame.

However, I was more afraid of the fantasy than the pain.

"Butterfly? Butterfly?"

Sovishu called his name absentmindedly and shook his hands and touched the floor.

"Butterfly? Where did it go?"

He was right in front of you. Where'd he go? Where'd he go?

"Butterfly?"

He mumbled and managed to pull himself up.

I was staggered by the terrible spirit of alcohol.

"Butterfly! The Marquis of Karl? Find Butterfly!"

Sovish, frightened, hurriedly opened the door and shouted,

"Your Majesty!"

Surprised Marquis Karl helped Sovishu.

"Your Majesty, you are drunk!"

"Car, Butterfly, Butterfly has gone. Butterfly!"

"Your Majesty!"

The Marquis Karl hurriedly assisted Sovishu to force him back into the room.

"Get me a sobering medicine."

He quickly instructed the guard, and helped Sovishu to bed.

Rasta, who came to Sovishu to listen to the lullaby, was standing in the hallway dazed and hurried back and ran away.