Remarried Empress – Chapter 249. Yellow bud blue bud (1)
As the babble grew louder and louder, Rasta was forced to reach out.
Allen walked cautiously out and handed the baby to Rasta.
Rasta hugged the baby awkwardly. A face that looked just like her was just around the corner.
Rasta was terrified as soon as she saw the baby's black eyes. The baby was obviously his own.
The hat covers all the hair, but Allen once gave the baby's cut hair. The baby's hair looks just like Rasta.
"You're so cute."
Soboshu, sitting next to him, admired the baby's face.
Rasta was even more frightened by the voice and hugged the baby's face tightly.
The whining baby became strangely quiet as soon as he was hugged by Rasta.
But when Rasta was holding the baby, she thought of embracing a drooping little corpse.
I felt sick and goosebumps as I recalled that time. There was a great deal of fear.
My hands and legs trembled in fear that the baby in my arms would vomit blood and die.
In addition, Sovishu. Next to him, Sovishu saw the baby's face.
Wouldn't he think it's weird to see a baby that looks like this?
In the end, Rasta couldn't stand it and handed the baby back as if he were passing it on to Allen.
"The baby is pretty."
Allen quickly came up and took the baby dear.
Rasta quickly glared at him and quickly dodged his gaze.
There was a cold sweat on his forehead.
She could not look at the face of Sovishu.
But it was a worry for nothing. Because Sovish already knew that that baby was Rasta's.
Sovishu said that Rasta always misses and loves her baby. In this regard, Rasta's firm expression was glorified and accepted.
He felt rather sorry for Rasta because he missed and saddened to see his baby.
I admitted that Rasta wasn't as nice as I thought, but at least this affection seemed pure and sincere.
Allen, Rasta, and Sovishu are all lost in different thoughts.
The deputy signaled Allen to step down because his turn was over.
"No. Your mother must be sad to see you."
Coming out of the al-Hyeonsil, Allen whispered to the baby, exiting the long corridor.
"I guess I'm sad because I'm not with you."
The baby didn't cry, but his black eyes twinkled, struggling to hold Allen's neck.
Allen suddenly became sad. It's you who should be sitting next to Rasta. Why is Rasta sitting side by side with another man?
In the meantime, the deputy was instructing Joanson to move forward.
A layman reporter, Joenson quickly moved to the designated spot and politely greeted the emperor couple.
Who is it?
Rasta thought of Joenson as a face she had seen before.
Soon she recalled a group of reporters she had met before her wedding. Yes. That man was a layman reporter. It was certain.
When he said he would live for the common people, he was deeply moved and praised all kinds of things, which was memorable.
In fact, the next day, he wrote about Rasta as the future of the Eastern Empire, the light and hope of the common people.
Rasta smiled reassuringly.
'You're a supporter of me, so you won't say nonsense.'
When I felt at ease, a soft and beautiful smile came to my mouth.
When I think of the baby earlier, I'm still afraid, but I'm gradually able to judge the matter rationally.
Allen must have brought the baby in to intimidate it.
It's because he was cold-hearted about his own Rotech a few days ago.
They must be trying to remind them that they have a baby in their hands. It would be all right if it were moderately sweet.
"What brings you here?"
"My brother works at the Imperial Palace, but we haven't heard from him for a month. I was worried about how we've always been doing, so I went to the human resources manager and I got a strange answer that he had already left the company."
But what Joenson said was very strange.
Rasta, who thought he would praise him, frowned between his eyebrows. Out of the blue, brother?
Moreover, it seems to be quite serious.
Sovishu, too, listened with a solemn face to Joanson.
"Continue talking."
"My brother was born and raised here, so I can't go anywhere else. We never fought, we never fought. The human resources manager asks me if my brother ran away with an article, but he's single, and there's no reason to run away because he's eye-catching."
As the aristocrats openly left the government, there was no reason to run away just because the knight was married.
"There's a point."
Sovish asked, nodding his head.
"Who's your brother working for?"
"I'm Delice, the maid close to the Empress."
At Joe's words, Rasta's face went white as if blood had drained out.
Sovish glanced at Rasta.
Rasta was not even able to blink, clutching the jade handle.
But soon he made up a sad face and looked at Joanson.
When Sovishu said she was a maid close to Rasta, she immediately noticed who Joenson's brother was.
You mean the tall maid who used to work next to Rasta.
Sovishu kicked his tongue inside. It was because I remembered Rasta ordering the maid to cut off her tongue and put her in jail.
"What a pity."
Rasta murmured powerlessly.
"Your Majesty the Empress, do you happen to know what happened to my brother?"
Joanson asked Rasta hurriedly. He still believed in Rasta, so he believed that if he clung to her, his brother would come back.
Rasta shook her head and replied regretfully.
"I have only two maids close to me, so I have a lot of work for them. Delice quit because she said it was hard. After that, I don't know what happened to her."
"If you had quit your job, you should have come home!"
"I know. What a strange thing."
Joanson had a look of despair at Rasta's words.
While watching Rasta lie without blinking, Sovish stepped in slowly and told reporters.
"Relax the matter, I'll look into it thoroughly."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Her Majesty!"
After Joenson, who hurriedly greeted, left, ordinary acquaintances continued again.
Rasta made up a normal expression again.
But as soon as the al-Hyeon was over, Rasta asked Sovish with a frightened face.
"Are you really going to tell the reporter the truth?"
Rasta did not think that she did not know what she had done to Delis because she used her power.
Sovishu asked coldly.
"Didn't you think this would happen?"
"Delice made a mistake first!"
"Then you should have said that in front of her family."
"Lasta is… …the empress, so I thought I could do that' That's the position of the empress. You're guilty of insulting the imperial family for this."
"You can. But you can't avoid criticism of him."
"Lasta did nothing wrong, Your Majesty!"
But Rasta had refused to call Sovish to his room several times.
The blue bird from which he plucked his feathers is still in the room of Soboshu.
I was afraid the bird would react strangely to him.
If the bird were to avoid him, Sovish would immediately notice that it was not Delice who plucked the bird's feathers.
Sovish sighed.
Then he deliberately left without telling me how to handle this.
Rasta was stamping his feet, but was eventually frightened and went to the Duke of Ergi.