Remarried Empress – Chapter 250. Yellow bud blue bud (2)
"Duke!"
When there were only two of them, Rasta cried and called the Duke of Ergi.
Ergi was puzzled when Rasta called him pitifully, instead of closing the door.
"Mr. Rasta? What's the matter?"
Rasta stomped her feet and quickly stepped in front of the table.
The Duke of Ergi was curious, but brought Rasta's favorite snacks.
Rasta waited for the Duke of Ergi to sit next to him and talked about what had happened in the Al-Hyunshil.
"One of Rasta's maids once punished her loudly for trying to curse her."
The Duke of Ergi raised his eyebrows as if he had never heard of it.
"Is that so?"
"I couldn't help it. You don't know what else you'll do if you forgive him."
"Of course."
"But I guess her brother was a reporter. That's also a commoner who interviewed Rasta."
"Ah."
The Duke of Ergi groaned smallly. The attitude made Rasta even more frightened.
"But the reporter comes to the lab and asks him to find his brother because he's missing. What do I do?"
"Where is your brother?"
"I'm in prison…"
"Why didn't you tell me you had him locked up for something?"
"You wouldn't believe him even if he was locked up for a crime. Even if I admit I'm guilty, I'll hate Rasta…."
"Then Your Majesty will take care of it."
Rasta shook her head fast.
"Your Majesty is angry at Rasta for punishing her. The maid was quite pretty, and the king secretly kept it in his mind."
The Duke of Ergi raised his eyebrows again.
"And the maid adored you."
Rasta spoke weakly and added quickly.
"Lasta didn't punish the maid for that."
"Of course you do."
Rasta looked at the Duke of Ergi with a tearful look.
"Your Majesty won't help Rasta. He just went away with anger without saying anything. I don't know what to do and I'm scared."
The Duke of Ergi smiled softly and uttered a soothing.
"You are the empress, and if things go wrong, the dignity of the imperial family falls. There's a baby in the back, so that's all he's saying, but he'll come forward and take care of course. Rest assured."
It was a sweet voice, but there was no shaking in it, giving the opponent confidence.
Rasta, in relief, hugged her stomach, looked at the Duke of Ergi with his hollow eyes.
"Lasta would have been really hard without you."
"It's good to be of help to you, Rasta."
The Duke of Ergi replied as if it were a matter of course.
The answer was dependable, and Rasta's eyes were red again. Duke Ergi's attitude was totally different from the cold Soviet reaction.
The Duke of Ergy gazed at Rasta's slender back and gently reached out his hand to wrap her shoulder around her.
Rasta was surprised for a moment, but soon went into the arms of the Duke of Ergi without a word.
Like a poor deer, she buried her face in Duke Ergi's breast.
The Duke of Erggie's eyes were slanted.
As my office was not yet in existence, I took all ten books of the library to my room and piled them up.
After organizing the salaries and work of employed people, I thought it would be better to compare them with the books.
But before I could finish all this, McKenna brought me another document.
"The West has become a great empire, so we must have the proper status. Phew, I'm glad the Empress knows better than anyone. I really lived."
The documents contained new and missing jobs, jobs to be created, and jobs to be integrated or separated.
But it's all temporary, McKenna said, asking for a practical change.
It wasn't difficult, but it was a very demanding job.
As I stared blankly, McKenna coughed in vain and avoided eye contact.
But looking at the corners of his mouth, it was clear that he liked it because he could take his hands off it.
I was very busy the day because I ended up doing three things at the same time.
In addition, because my parents were still in the Western Empire, I tried to eat with them more than once a day, so I ran out of time.
Rose and Mastas, who first saw me working with three pens and six notes lined up, were surprised, but Laura said rather delightedly.
"I don't know if she can do like the Empress."
Countess Joubert also burst into laughter as if he were suing her.
"I know. Your Majesty Sovish will have a hard time."
But I was in the middle of my work.
There was a knock on the door.
It was Heinley's secretary who came in.
"What's going on?"
When asked in wonder, he said with a look of forced concealment of a happy face.
"The Emperor has asked you to bring him in because there is a place he wants to show his Majesty."
Where do you want to show me?
As soon as I heard it, I could guess where it was.
My office!
When he showed me his to-do list, Heinley smiled and asked, "Isn't it your job to repair the office and get an assistant?"
Then I said I'd hurry up and get it ready.
Judging from the call, it was clear that the office had been completed.
"Let's go."
It was Hein-ri's office where his secretary took me.
You want me to look around the Oval Office with Heinley?
But it wasn't.
Unexpectedly, the door of the room opposite his office opened and Hein-ri came out.
He smiled and said, 'This way,' as he made eye contact with him.
When I went into the room where he came out, I found a fine office with the whole wall covered with bookshelves and a large desk in front of the window.
In addition, there was a small waiting room in front of the room, and there was even a lounge inside the office.
The room was a harmonious blend of green and gold.
"Ah…."
"Do you like it?"
"Very much. I like it very much.
Nodding her head in hearty admiration, Hein-li smiled gladly and said,
"I thought it would be better for you to pick your own, so I chose the candidates first. You'll like it, Quinn, because they're all good, hard-working people. If you don't like it, you can pick it again."
I was so happy that my big hand lay on my palm.
Looking to the side, he was naturally dangling with his fingers crossed.
We sat side by side on the window frame for a moment and chatted.
Then the talk of Christa went on.
Heinley's face hardened when the story of Christa came out, but soon awkwardly confided about her behavior at the reception.
Then he looked at me and said, "I'm embarrassed how to deal with it."
I wanted to send Christa to Compshhire under the Imperial name, but he seemed to be in trouble because there was his brother's will and many people heard the will.
I was also embarrassed.
Instead of openly saying, "I think my wife likes me," Hein-ri only told me about Krista's behavior.
But that alone wasn't hard to figure out who Christa was thinking about right now.
And strangely enough, the excitement of seeing the Oval Office subsided.
Krista likes Heinley.…?