Remarried Empress – Chapter 269. Henry should look back. (1)
The chair was light because there was no back, but if it was hit by a chair with all its strength, it might be seriously injured.
Rasta instinctively wrapped her stomach, and Lady Verdi hastily pushed her maid aside.
The chair bounced off Rasta's forehead. There was a thud and the chair rolled around, and the maid, who swung the chair all over, lost her balance and fell.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Rasta crouched around her stomach and screamed. When the maids who saw it made a fuss in fear, the guards outside the door rushed into the room.
"Your Majesty the Empress!"
When they saw the grieving empress, the wandering chair, and the angry maid, they ran with fright and raised Rasta.
The chair-wielding maid tried to jump back at Rasta, but the escort hastily pressed her shoulder to lie on the floor.
The maid struggled with her eyes flashing. The anger was greater than fear. Now that this happened, I wanted to kill Rasta at all costs.
However, it was hard to beat the rugged and stout job escort.
Rasta glared at the maid through her hair and pointed her on the forehead. The head hurt like a drum beating, and my stomach felt heavy. Especially, my forehead was very bitter.
Mrs. Berdy put her handkerchief on Rasta's wound and ordered the escort.
"Call the Inquisitor!"
When the escort hurried out, Rasta asked, 'What do you mean by palace?' He didn't seem to know that blood was still flowing from his forehead.
"I think my forehead is torn."
When Rasta heard Mrs. Verdi, she realized that her hands were wet.
Rasta's face turned pale at the sight of his red hands.
About 15 minutes later, the palace appeared, and about 15 minutes later, the Soviet Union appeared.
"Your Majesty…."
Rasta jumped up while receiving treatment from the court and cried at the Soviet Union.
"Rasta, it hurts so much…."
I was relieved to see his face, but on the contrary, I was afraid. The maid who did this would be severely punished for attempting to assassinate the Hwangs, but I was worried that the maid might talk about her father or hanging.
The last time we were in Dallas, we ordered him to cut his tongue off as soon as the incident happened, so he wouldn't let the words leak. This time, the guards entered the room and blood flowed from the forehead, so I missed the timing to block the maid's mouth.
"What's going on?"
Soviet Union was surprised to see Rasta's forehead wrapped around his head.
"The maid attacked the Empress."
"Are you hurt a lot?"
"Fortunately, it's not…."
As the palace blurred the words, Soviet Union came to the bed and handed Rasta's hair back. The bandage did not show the wound.
"My forehead and near my eyebrows are torn."
"Are you hurt a lot?"
"I'll do my best, but…I think I'll get a scar."
Rasta looked at the palace in surprise. The palace did not tell Rasta this story, so it was the first time I heard it.
"What do you mean a scar?"
Soviet Union was surprised and patted Rasta on the shoulder.
You can take your time to get rid of the scar. I'm glad you're okay with a slight scar."
Rasta almost yelled at her face for the scar and for what's good, but she was already asking the court another question.
"What about the baby?"
"It's okay now, but I think you'd better be careful."
She nodded, apparently relieved, and left the bedroom to enter a small room where the maid had been locked up.
The maid sat on her knees, her hands tied tightly to the guards.
The maid was quick-witted. As soon as the Soviet Union entered, she quickly shouted instead of asking for forgiveness or complaining.
"Your Majesty the Emperor, the Empress has hanged my father!"
At the very beginning of the story, Soviet Union raised its eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Your Majesty has put my father to death as a vent to his anger against me! I made a slip of the tongue, but it was never enough to kill my family, Your Majesty!"
The Soviet Union frowned.
"What are you talking about? There's no prisoner who's been hanged recently."
Before executing the death penalty, the final confirmation procedure is introduced to the Soviet Union. If someone had been executed, the Soviet Union could not have known. all the more if the death penalty was made under the direction of the Empress
"But the Empress must–"
Frightened, Rasta, who had chased after Soviet Union, hurriedly intervened.
"I just scared that maid of honor to spread a strange rumor about Rasta, Your Majesty. Rasta didn't kill people. There's no way you could do that."
The words made the maid's face turn pale.
Sovietzsche sighed when he gave the escort a sign to investigate and report the matter in detail.
The exact circumstances should be reported, but I could roughly see what the situation was like.
I understand the situation of a maid excited by the news of her father's death, but that's why she attacked the empress with a chair, and the next empress. Even the head.
This was a crime large enough to be executed by a aristocrat with a wide range of immunity.
"Sorry for the situation, but sin is sin. Put that maid in jail first."
After giving the instructions, she took Rasta back to her bedroom, bit people, and then advised.
"Rasta. Unless it's related to the assassination of the imperial family, we can't just kill people."
"Even though you're the empress?"
"Even the Empress."
"But, Your Majesty, the maid made Rasta a strange man. The Queen was going to lose face…."
"Even so, we can't put him to death right away."
"Lasta wasn't the empress at the time of her own creation–"
"He stabbed you with a knife and was caught in the act."
Rasta shed tears and covered her sick head.
"Your Majesty is too cold. Rasta's in so much pain, and he's scolding her first."
Sovietzsche sighed and stroked Rasta's uninjured head.
"Even the maid cannot be put to death immediately, but you even said you would put her parents to death."
"I didn't get you executed!"
"I don't care if you're just saying it or not. For those who know you have the power to carry it out, it will never sound empty."
"!"
"I thought I would, but… you don't seem to know enough about the job.
Rasta was startled by the significant words of the Soviet Union.
"Your Majesty?"
The Soviet Union shook its head and went outside to call in Lady Verdi and her guards.
"If Rasta decides to hurt someone 'as the Queen' in the future, let me know before you follow his orders. If you don't do this, you'll have to take responsibility for everything."
Rasta felt deeply insulted. I can't believe you called people in and said that. That way, even the courtiers of the palace will find out that the empress has no power!
"Your Majesty must be before love."
Feeling sad, Rasta didn't see him off and cried in his bedroom.
Was his mind cooled down or was he always like that? It was rather ridiculous for Soviet Union to scold and insult itself as a victim.
'No, he wasn't always like that.'
Eveli? Maybe it's because of a woman named Eveli. Rasta was sure. Having fallen in love with her, the Soviet Union was so stubborn.
Rasta sobbed for a long time, but his long forehead quickly brought him to his senses. Pain rather reminded me of reality.
At this rate, Soviet Union would try to make Eveli the third empress again, and she might be deprived of her child and divorced. Like the butterfly empress!
I had to behave smart and calm. The Empress Navier had an affair in advance, so she switched to another man, but she was only devoted to the Soviet Union, so it's obvious that she would be in a poor position.
Rasta quickly searched the jewelry box, took out a big pretty sapphire necklace, and gave it to the maid who told her that her colleague had made fun of her mouth as a gift.
"You're giving it to me?"
He used a whip on a maid who made fun of her mouth, so he used a carrot on the other maid.
"Yes."
"This is so precious…."
"Sell or take whatever you want. And you said your mother was in jail, right?
"Yes? Yes."
"I'll release you from my privileges."
The empress was granted immunity three times a year. This did not fall under what Soviet Union called the "right to harm others."
"Thank you! Thank you, Empress!"
The maid cried and greeted several times before vowing to remain loyal throughout her life.
But after the maid went out, Mrs. Verdi was worried.
"Your Majesty, the maid's mother should never be released from prison. A felon who poisoned three people!"
"I know. I saw it when I was investigating."
"But why…."
"I wanted to make the maid judge good and evil with loyalty to me. Morality is not the norm."
After finishing his speech, Rasta frowned in the mirror.
"There won't be much scar left, will there?"