Remarried Empress – Chapter 248. Come at the same time (2)

Joenson anxiously hovered around the table in the room.

Then he went to the living room, the small drawing room, his own room, his brother's room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the garden, and back to the living room….his body moved on, unable to stay still for a moment.

I had no choice but to.

My brother, who sent me letters regularly to say hello, has not been contacted for a long time.

He was not living far away, but his brother who lived in the palace just around the corner.

She lives close to her brother, who can contact her within hours at the most through an errand boy.

But why aren't you contacting me?

It was the first time in my life since my brother entered the palace as a maid.

I'm worried. Are you sure you're okay?'

At first, I thought my brother followed the wedding ceremony of the emperor and empress of the Western Empire.

He told Rasta, the new empress, that he had only two maids, including himself.

When Joenson heard the story, he admired, "What a frugal man!" and the memory remained clear.

He must have taken all the maids because he was traveling to a faraway country without being alone.

Joenson soothed a very slightly anxious mind, thinking this way.

But few days after the arrival of the empress and the emperor, there was no news of his brother.

There's only talk of what to do because it's the second government.

Now that things have come to this, Joenson is very worried about his brother's whereabouts.

In the end, Joenson decided to bury his brother in the palace himself.

Since he had been covering several times as a journalist, the guard recognized Joenson's face and let him inside right away.

Joenson went through a complicated process and told his brother's story to the palace official in charge of the palace.

"Delice, my brother has been out of touch for a month. Oh, he works here."

"My brother?"

"Yes, I am the maid of the Empress."

"Are you sure you haven't been in touch for a month?"

"That's… …that's about a month, not exactly. Maybe a little longer, maybe a little less…."

The palace official said casually, kicking his tongue as if annoyed.

"If you're a fair-faced maid, you must have run away with some knight."

Joenson clenched his fist trying to hold back what he wanted to scream, saying, "When did you see my brother's face?"

He was not in a position to make a fuss anyhowever.

"But please find out."

When a few silver coins were passed from Joenson's hand, the palace official condescendedly asked.

"Yes, where does your brother belong?"

It was a question that I already explained once.

The official never listened to Joanson before.

Joenson was furious, but he answered quickly before he changed his mind.

"We are serving the Empress at the West Palace."

Joanson told the story she had heard from her brother.

The palace official nodded gladly and looked over the list of officials.

But the answer that came back was nonsense.

"You said your brother's name was Delice, didn't you? It says the lady has already left the company."

Joenson argued that he didn't understand more.

"No way! Take a closer look!"

The official gave a sullen answer.

"I don't know that, but your brother's not here anyway."

After returning without much success, Joenson next chose to contact the palace directly.

There will be only two closest maids, but there will be many courtiers who help with various chores. Someone seemed to know where his brother was.

But I couldn't find my brother again this time.

'There must be something going on.'

Concerned, Joenson hovered nervously around the room again.

I'm sure something's going on….what should I do?

My brother was last in the palace, so I need to search there.

He could not search the West Palace, the palace of the empress, if not an open place.

'Let's come up with a way. The method.'

As a result of a firm brainstorm, Joenson came up with a clever idea.

Empress Rasta.

You could ask the empress, who loved the common people dearly.

It was easier than going through the West Palace.

As soon as she finished her judgment, Joenson applied for the al-Hyun document.

"How long will I have to wait?"

"I have a lot of waiting people. Even if it's short, you have to wait a week."

After that, I looked for someone to change the order of acquaintances.

Everyone was waiting a long time to complain to the emperor couple, so they tried not to change the order.

But after persistent and persistent clinging, Joenson was able to advance the order as much as possible.

It was just two days later.

And the day we go to the Alhyeon room.

Joenson dressed neatly and went to Alhyeon room in the main palace.

Alhyeonsil was a structure in which the throne of the emperor and empress was side by side, and a long carpet was laid in front of it.

People wait in line on the carpet for their turn, and when they are in order, they go forward and tell their story.

Joenson waited quickly for his turn.

Having no idea where and how his brother was going to hold out, his mind kept getting impatient and nervous.

But the line didn't come out faster than I thought.

Later, when I just stood there blankly, my legs hurt and I felt a little by little.

"Aren't you good? Shh… …Yes, that's nice, my baby."

Still, Joe Anderson, who was waiting alone, was better off.

There were many people in reality who brought their babies, and so were the men in front of them.

In addition, a fairly big baby hummed his arms and legs all the time, making a hard-to-understand sound.

Every time the man was in trouble, he said, "No, you're nice, right? Ahn, what's wrong with you?" She looked busy soothing.

'If you take that hat off, the baby will cry less.'

Joanson kicked her tongue at the baby with a hat that was so big that the viewer felt suffocated.

However, he did not give advice to strangers.

In the meantime, the line shrank little by little, finally becoming the father's turn holding the baby.

"Come this way and say hello to both of you."

When the emperor's secretary announced, the father holding the baby went forward and greeted Emperor Sovishu and Empress Rasta.

At that moment.

Joenson found the queen's face grimly stiff.

I don't know why. But the look of the empress was as scary as the end of the blade.

What's wrong with him?'

While wondering, the father, holding the baby, asked the empress with an earnest voice.

"Your Majesty, this is the baby that I have never held in my mother's arms. The Empress is like the mother of the Eastern Empire, so please hold her baby and bless her as if she were a mother."

But the empress remained motionless.

The babble began to spread.