Remarried Empress – Chapter 242. Show them your face. (2)

It was quiet inside the turning carriage.

Rasta couldn't talk as excitedly as before, and Sovishu also said nothing, staring out of the window.

Rasta put his hand on a fairly convex belly under his skirt and looked at Sossoch's wits several times.

But when Sovishu didn't say anything, as if he were enchanted, he opened his mouth first.

"Your Majesty. Is there anything you want to say to Rasta?"

Sovish only saw a glimmer of Rasta.

And then the belly she raised her hand.

After three odd seconds of static.

Sovishu smiled affectionately and lowered his arm in the window.

"What's wrong? Are you bored?"

"That document thing. You haven't told Rasta anything yet."

"?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you…."

"Don't you cry because your stomach hurts even if you're a little stressed? You could have been knocked down by the shock of the story."

As Rasta stuck out her lips, Sovish sighed, smiled and gave a soft voice.

"Come on, don't be angry. Is there anything you want?"

"What, does Rasta feel better when she gives you a gift? Is Rasta a puppy that gets rid of his anger with just a lump of meat in his mouth?"

"You're cuter than a puppy."

"That's… yes."

"You mean, you don't need anything, do you? How frugal. Don't take your meaning."

As Sovishu looked away with his chin on the window frame again, Rasta's eyes became round.

Really? You're telling me you won't give me anything just because you don't need it?

It was real. When Sovishu seemed to be lost in thought again, Rasta eventually burst into tears in a small way.

"Lasta? Why are you crying again?"

"I hate you. Don't make fun of Rasta."

"When did I make fun of you?"

"You just made fun of me. I won't give Rasta anything. You did."

"You said you didn't need it."

"Give me a gift and relax!"

As Rasta spoke resolutely, Sovishu's expression half laughed and half twisted.

When Rasta noticed and asked, 'Why?' Sovishu shook his head with a light smile.

"No. Yes. What present would you like to have?"

"Your Majesty will give you the gift."

"How do you feel? How can I relieve you?"

"…."

"It's all right. Tell me."

"Empress Butterfly."

"Why the butterfly?"

"Don't compare Rasta to Queen Butterfly."

"When did I compare?"

"You said to Rasta, you wouldn't want a butterfly queen."

"Okay. I won't. Is that okay?"

It was only then that Rasta nodded at Sovish's good promise.

The time at which Sovishu and Rasta leave in a carriage.

Heinley had several aides, including McKenna, in his office and was discussing the post-Qing Emperor issue.

Even before the Emperor's reign, he was already showing off his status as an empire, but once the name of the country changed, he needed a great deal of work to change all of all official documents.

The same goes for diplomatic procedures.

Heinley quickly turned over the paper, checking out meetings with diplomatic envoys during the reception.

Most of the countries treated the Western Empire as an emperor, but some countries were reluctant.

Heinley separated the two countries and instructed McKenna.

"Prepare a delegation, and let them stop by alternately in the countries of this group and the countries of that group."

"A country with one courtesy and not? Wouldn't it be better to treat them differently?"

"We have to distinguish between the individuals and the nations that did not honor us as empires."

"Yes."

"And even though we say courtesy, we have to distinguish between countries that actually do not."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Let me make a report with this in mind."

"Yes."

McKenna was busy marking the documents in different colors and putting them in different envelopes.

But he still giggled.

"The Foreign Affairs Department is going to be buried in a job for a month."

"Is it just the Foreign Affairs Department?"

"That's why you're trying to get everything done at once, right?" Marquis Ketron."

Heinley agreed with McKenna by laughing silently.

Hein-ri immediately replaced those he thought were not needed after his ascension, but left those he needed in place, one of which was Marquis Ketron.

Marquis Ketron has served as foreign minister since the reign of King Warton III, who was also a close aide to Christa.

For Hein-ri, it was a deep wheel that changed one way or another, but there was no one was able to replace him.

So I have no choice but to leave my work to you.

"At least for his own business, he's a thoroughgoing man."

When I think of Marquis Ketron, I naturally think of Krista's work. Heinley sighed.

"I have to deal with your wife's affairs…."

"I hear your Highness has made a will to take care of your wife."

"…."

"If he says he'll go to Compshire on his own, he won't know, but if you force him to send it, words will come out."

McKenna said anxiously.

The position of the sick brother and the smart and healthy brother has always been the gossip of the people, although they did not choose the throne through the political strife between brothers.

My brother's infertility problem, occasional assassination attempts, trouble with nobles…people naturally took Heinley behind all this.

No matter how much Hein-li wandered out, his eyes filled with doubts did not seep out like blood.

But Heinley sends Christa to Compshire even though he has a will from his brother and the king of his predecessors. You're ignoring Christa'

Those who like to be picky will be picky there, too.

"I know. But…."

When Hein-ri's body is hardened by medicine.

He took out his handkerchief and frowned as he recalled Krista approaching.

I'm sure you know she's in a strange condition, but she wiped the sweat herself without calling anyone.

And that hot face and the shaking gaze….

Heinley closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

When Duke Ergi and his two men were at parties in all countries, there were not a few young people who gave such eyes.

Heinley understood what that expression and look meant.

I couldn't have my brother-in-law with such a look at me.

But the problem wasn't just his brother's will.

Butterfly.

The butterfly has already told Hein-ri not to come forward.

But what would you think about butterflies if you stepped up and sent her away?

"I'll have to discuss this with my wife first."

McKenna frowned and grumbled at Heinley's heavy voice.

"Comfisher's mansion is a mansion with a horse, but it's practically a palace. No, it's a palace, except there's no room for an army."

"and in the city of art."

"I know. It's a festive place all four seasons, and I don't know why you don't want to go. You'd better be treated as the owner of the place than here."

Not knowing that Christa likes Heinley, McKenna seemed genuinely incomprehensible.

Heinley laughed silently, but his heart was heavier than anyone else.

There are still some VIPs left in the imperial palace, and small tea parties and parties surrounding them also took place here and there.

But the official wedding reception is all over now.

at a time when it's about to be done

I made a list of the things I have to do in the future.

1. Confirmation of the Imperial Palace budget. a bookshop

2. Checking the number and location of employed people, their salaries, and their work

3. Inspection of Welfare Policies in the Western World

4. Preparing to promote trade with Shunt – Which one should I start with? How do we get in touch with the Grand Duke of Kafmen? Letter? Should I send someone? At a loss.

5. Detailed investigation into Miss Mulaini's family affairs.

6. Princess Surz's birthday present.

7. Thank you. Gift. Sponsorship?

8. Need to study the history of the Western Empire. There is something I don't understand.

9. Need an associate.

10. Need an Oval Office!

But writing as I thought of it, I could feel a blank stare on my head.

It's Mastas. She was looking at the note with her mouth half open.

"What's wrong?"

When asked, closing his chin, Mastas smiled awkwardly.

"Because I have a lot of question marks."

"Oh. It's not a formal document. I'm writing whatever comes to my mind."

"It looks like it."

Mastas stared at my list as if it was interesting, and when I lightly tapped his arm to stop looking, he hurried and went somewhere, saying, "Oh, that's not it."

Then he appeared with a white basket.

There were all kinds of envelopes of letters in the basket.

"What is it?"

When asked as he put down his pen, Mastas grinned and explained.

"Letters to the Empress."

"Letter?"

I know what it is.

"You've been sent by the infatuation of your brother, haven't you?"

I laughed myself out.

Among the brightly dressed young children, I remembered my brother, who was at a loss for what to do.

But Mastas answered immediately, 'No?'

"No?"

"Yes. The sender had a lot of signatures like this."

Mastas quickly put out the basket as if to check.

"Wife?"

Did they persuade my mother to send me a letter?

You want me to step up from house to house and proceed with the wedding?

Once the outermost gold envelope was opened and the letter was taken out.

Opening the folded letter three times revealed neat and neat handwriting.

"…."

"What is it about?"

I said 'Wait a minute' to Mastas, and this time I took out another letter and read it.

"…."

A few times over, Mastas snooped his head with a curious look.

Rose, who brought another basket with her, acted similar to Mastas.

I don't know about them.

After reading almost twenty copies. I said with conviction.

"Miss Mastas is right. It's from the ladies."

It was a kind and kind letter, and it was full of goodwill to be close to the wedding celebration.

Shortly after the Emperor's reign, I saw that Hein-ri's close associates were very nice to me, and I expected that the nobles of that family would send me letters like this.

But the number is this high?

It is strange to say that other social aristocrats saw me at the reception and decided not to reject me immediately.

I told you that Krista owns half of the social circle here. They'll see me wearing colored glasses no matter how careful I am….

The same was true even if Christa's side accounted for one-third of the total with neutrality.

That's strange.

But I'll have to reply first.

"Laura, I think I need to get some more stationery."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Miss Rose, would you please look into this?"

"Yes, don't worry."

I'm grateful if they had any good intentions for me for any purpose.

But you should be careful if you want to pretend to stick to me and hit me in the back.