Remarried Empress – Chapter 260. Can we take care of this?. (2)

A duel? Should I call it a duel?

The horse could not be seen where it had gone, and Heinley showed his love for the fox. On the other hand, the fox was twitching its tail as if it were a joke.

When I got down from the horse, the fox ran like a deer on all fours and came up to me and acted cute again. She was a lovely fox who was very sociable. When I scratched his chin, he made a strange sound and smiled like Heinley and shook his tail.

It's cute, but… Does Heinrich hate foxes? Why is he doing that with such a small, gentle animal?

As I looked at him in wonder, Heinley shouted hastily.

"Queen, that fox is playing tricks now!"

"…."

"I'm telling you, it's just cute on the outside, but it's actually very wicked and vicious! It's dangerous!"

Henry's voice died down as he stroked the fox's head. When the fox flapped away and approached Heinri, he pretended to be very sick and said to me.

"Queen saved my life. My life is a lifesaver."

"I didn't do anything."

"The existence alone helped."

It's suspicious. When I opened my eyes and saw it, Heinrich suddenly wrapped his legs around and pretended to be sick.

"It looks like you sprained your leg when you fell off the horse, Quinn."

You sprained your leg when you fell off the horse? Without a scratch anywhere else? It's also suspicious.

This time, however, Heinrich put his hand on his forehead and muttered helplessly, "I have a fever," so he took care of him and put him on the horse.

"It reminds me of the old days. It's not as old as it used to be."

He hugged me like a handle and murmured like a whisper behind me. It was a nice voice, but I frowned because the temperature I encountered kept bothering me.

I don't think I have a fever.

"No, but why did you fight with the fox?"

McKenna clicked her tongue as she looked at Heinrich lying down with a fake bandage and a wet towel on her forehead.

Even in the court's view, Heinri's injuries were not much, but he was wrapped in a bandage.

Heinley replied irritably.

No matter how long I waited, there were only foxes and squirrels. But you can't fight a squirrel, can you?"

"Oh, well, that's still true. How could a fox.

"Are you ignoring the fox?"

"It depends on the fox. Aren't you talking about that little, bright fox? The fox who's so cute that no one's holding him? The fox the size of your head?"

Heinley shut his mouth in a sulk. Even so, I'm upset that this skit I've made doesn't work at all. McKenna was grouching like that next to me, so I wanted to grab my lips and shake them from side to side.

When she saw it, McKenna kicked her tongue and reluctantly comforted her.

"But the Empress gave you the care. They praised the play for being cute."

"Don't point out. That's the problem, that compliment!"

He pretended to be black, but he was caught by someone who wanted to be loved. It was bound to be embarrassing.

Henry crawled into the blanket, unable to bear shame. It looked like a turtle with its head covered, so McKenna shook her head with excitement.

Then the door opened gently. McKenna turned her head. It was the beginning and the cause of the incident that opened the door and slightly lowered the head.

The butterfly raised her eyebrows and looked at the rolled-up blanket, and asked McKenna, 'Hainley?' in the shape of her mouth.

McKenna smiled awkwardly and nodded, and the butterfly carefully entered the room. Then he looked down coldly at Heinri, who was tucked away in the blanket.

Navier's eyes were so terrifying that McKenna left her seat tactfully. I didn't want to be swept away by the storm.

Why am I so embarrassed after doing such a cute thing?

When Heinri, trapped in the blanket, looked down because she was cute, McKenna quickly stepped aside.

When I heard the door closing, I sat on the bed with my hips attached and leaned against the bulging blanket.

"Don't play with me, McKenna."

Then I heard a weak murmur in the blanket. As I held back my laughter and leaned more strongly, my body wriggled and a dull sound came out again.

"Your liver is swollen, McKenna. I told him not to."

I was about to say "it's me" because he was so cute.

"It's heavy, so get off."

"!"

Words that seemed to have been heard by Heinri's mouth before "Again" flowed out. I took myself off the bed and looked down at Heinrich. Heinley was still not coming out of the blanket, whether he really thought it was McKenna who pressed him.

Suddenly, a soft pillow above the blanket caught my eye. The fingers wriggled themselves.

You've already told me twice that this damn eagle is heavy. Don't you think I'm heavy?

When I was on his body at night. I once asked Heinri anxiously if it was heavy. At first, he replied, 'It's as light as a feather.'

However, when I repeatedly asked him to be honest because he seemed to be lying, he replied, "It's just the right level to feel existence," and hugged me.

Then he let me put my weight entirely on him and muttered, "I'm fine.

I thought that was true. But… What? Is it heavy? Does it fall off?

Krista has been in a difficult situation lately. It was due to rumors circulating within the social circle.

Originally, Christa had a very good reputation in society. She was polite and careful in her speech, and she was a queen but humble. After her husband took the government, the votes of sympathy became strong, and the nobles admired her as they saw her firmly.

Since her husband's death, the atmosphere has been divided into two parts. Half said she felt sorry for coming down from the throne at such a young age, and half blamed her for staying at the palace.

But her detractors also agreed that she was in an awkward situation.

She became a queen at best, but she suddenly resigned from the throne after agonizing over the lack of children, the governments, and the reputation of Prince Heinrich.

However, the strange rumors that began circulating after Heinrich's wedding reception ate down all of her reputation.

I heard that Krista and His Majesty were having a secret meeting.

The aristocrats are generous with having a government, but they also had their own standards.

You're having a secret meeting with your husband's brother? This was supposed to scare the aristocrats.

As the issue seemed to be getting serious, the poet of Christa spoke out with difficulty.

"Queen, I'd rather go to Compshire first and watch the situation. Of course it's a false rumor, but there's nothing wrong with being careful like this."