Remarried Empress – Chapter 261. A Christian gamble of Christa. (1)
You want me to go to Compshire? Christa's expression hardened quickly at the woman's suggestion.
No. Life would be convenient if she went to Compshire, but she would be treated as a complete wreck.
Moreover, her close aides have strengthened their power. Even those close to him were considered "the past generation" along with him, which would have discouraged him. All family and friends.
Going to Compshire meant all the power was gone to her, and Krista was left a footprint.
Others were in front of him, but he fell alone behind him, and he had to wait for the traces to disappear.
"Does the rumor go on its own? His Majesty is suffering from bad news, so why should I avoid myself?"
"That's true, but…the Emperor was not well-known in that way from the beginning…."
"But the queen looked even more surprised because she never had that image."
Christa was sad. A divorced butterfly was hit by a beautiful new husband, but why should she be treated like this?
In addition, she was not even a few years apart from Navier.
At a similar age, it was very painful for one person to have a new hope and the other to be a shabby past.
"Queen…."
On the sad expression of Christa, the maidens cried together.
Krista stared blankly at the picture on the wall far away.
Long after that, Christa finally came to a conclusion.
She is determined to be strong-minded.
"If I go to Compshire like this, my life ends there. You'll die if you don't do anything."
"Queen! No, never!"
"As long as there's a bad rumor going on, it's the same if we go to Compshire. The rumor will follow me. If you leave like you're running away, the rumor might get stronger."
Speaking in a calm voice, Christa grabbed the hem of her skirt and lowered her eyes.
What you are going to do from now on will be very dangerous.
But you can't just lose everything without doing anything. I wanted to step on it.
Under the half-closed eyelids, both eyes shined.
"Now that I've come to this, I'll have to use the rumor."
It was night time, but instead of going to the couple's bedroom, I spread the documents on my desk and worked.
It was hard to concentrate because my mind kept on heading to the couple's bedroom, but now I didn't want to see his face because he was so mean to me.
Holding onto the spirit of dispersing, I tried to concentrate on the letters as much as I could.
Fortunately, concentration returned at a slow pace.
But as soon as he recovered his reading speed, there was a knock on the door of the couple's bedroom.
It was only me and Heinri who could enter, and of course it was the sound of Heinri.
Instead of answering, he purposely flapped the paper over, and dipped the pen in an ink bottle to make a sound.
Still, the knock didn't stop.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
No, not to stop, but later he knocked on the door to see if he was bored.
You want to see who wins?
Never open it.
Play by yourself.
I snorted and held the pen again.
But it was hard to ignore that noise while working.
Eventually, I slipped out of my room with the papers and moved to the empty room across from me.
Empty rooms were used less, but they were kept clean, and there were desks to use.
I spread the papers on the desk and sat on the chair.
However, the distance between the desk and the door was so far that I couldn't concentrate because I was constantly on the backside.
He was forced to move to the door.
When I put the cushion next to the door and sat on it, I felt a little secure now.
It is considered more stable when the document is placed on the knee and the door is opened as lightly as a finger.
All right. It'll be easy to see if he's coming out or not.
"…."
However, no matter how long I waited, Heinrich did not come out.
You're not knocking on the door yet, are you?
I can't hear the sound in the room here, so there's no way to know.
I was worried for nothing when I was fiddling with the documents.
What if I knock on the door for too long and my bones crack? Or the skin will tear?
I knocked so much on the door because I felt wronged to be in prison, and I remembered a ghost story that my skin was torn.
When I finally get up and open the door, I bring back the documents.
"!"
My heart almost dropped in amazement when I found Heinri standing by the door.
When did you get here? I'm sure I've been watching you.
Looking embarrassed, Heinley looked at me resentfully and murmured.
"You hated me so much, Quinn? Enough to get away here?"
"I didn't run away, I had a lot of work to do…."
When I tried to answer that I was here, something went up in my throat.
Why didn't I go into the couple's bedroom?
But when I said, 'You said I'm heavy,' I thought I was a little boy who clung to small and trivial things.
Eventually, he hesitated and changed his direction and made another excuse.
"You fall off your horse and it hurts. I thought lying next to a sick person would make you uncomfortable."
"Queen, you know I'm not sick. You're doing this on purpose, right? Are you kidding me with my shame?"
"First think about who started playing tricks."
When I said it out loud, turned around and entered the room, Heinrich followed me and pecked.
"I'm sorry for the poor play. But that's how I wanted to keep Quinn in the eye."
I really want to slap you in the mouth and kiss you. Why are you talking so cutely?
As I stared at his mouth, Heinri quickly retreated and added.
"Of course that doesn't mean I didn't do anything wrong."
"You know."
"Are you mad, Quinn?"
"It's not too much. And it's not because of your clumsy play that I'm offended."
"Then?"
"Think with your conscience. …I don't know if your conscience is as heavy as mine."
"!"
McKenna liked that Navier's work was reduced as he joined the work force.
Butterflies were given various tasks, many of which were temporarily handled by McKenna, a secretary.
Of course, it's good for McKenna, who is less burdened.
However, when Navier joined the task force, there was also a bad thing, which ironically was "more work."
It's because of Henry.
Heinri often fell into "private worries" after marrying Navier, each time the efficiency of her work dropped sharply.
Whenever that happened, Hinesley's secretary, McKenna, also had to slow down.
For example, like now.
"McKENNA. I have a question."
"Oh, what else, Your Majesty."
"Again? Again?"
When Heinri opened her eyes thin, McKenna tapped her mouth with her hand and cried pretending to be cute.
In his own way, he seemed to think of himself as a bird, but it was too much for a cousin his age.
McKenna is handsome. He was just a sullen friend to Heinrich's eyes.
Man was a oblivious animal and a self-generous animal.
Heinley completely forgot that he was acting cute in front of the butterfly.
"You sometimes feel very burdened. Do you know?"
"…why did you call me? I'm busy. Your Majesty hasn't approved for 45 minutes, so I'm very busy right now."
"If you haven't paid for it, shouldn't you be more free?"
"My heart! My heart is busy! Please pay for it!"
"I'll do it for you. After asking a very important question."
"As far as I can tell, it's a question about Empress Dowager. What is it?"
When McKenna resigned and asked, Heinley shook his head.
"It's about you."
"Are you going to let me get married?"
"Maybe when I'm in bed."
"When?"
"After I was caught playing the play by Queen, I was embarrassed when I dug into my blanket."
"Oh…yes. At that time."
"Did you cover me up?"
"Why would I do such a disgusting thing?"
When McKenna asked with disgust, Heinrich's expression turned pale.
McKenna asked with a shudder.
"Why? What happened then?"
Henry asked again instead of answering.
"McKENNA. By any chance, did Quinn visit me that day?"
McKenna raised her eyebrows. Seeing Navier's cold expression, he fled to prepare for a fight and went straight downstairs.
I didn't ask about the future. I didn't want to pry into the story of a couple's quarrel.
But McKenna naturally thought that Heinrich would have talked to Navier. So far.
But I didn't even know you were there….
"Yes. But why? Did something really happen?"
At McKenna's answer, Heinrich covered his face with his hands and cried out.
"Your Majesty?"
McKenna, who struggled with surprise, stretched out her head and looked at Henry's face hidden under her hand.
He looked very distressed.
"Why? What can I do for you? Did you think it was me and just flip it over?"
"To press from the top… I thought it was you…."
"Do you know?"
"I said it was heavy."
McKenna tilted her head.
"Why is that?"
Heinley looked blankly at McKenna.
McKenna looked like she really didn't know what the problem was.
"Queen doesn't like it. I think you're mad at me because of that."
"What? Why?"
"Because I don't like that word."
McKenna opened her eyes round and asked again because she didn't know English.
"Why are you angry when they say it's heavy and heavy?"
"I see. You said heavy things are heavy, but there's no reason to be angry. You said it was heavy, but why are you so angry, Heinrich?"
But as soon as I finished speaking, I heard a low voice from behind and felt a chill