Page 180 of Remarried Empress

“Miss. It’s a serious matter... Don’t take it lightly.”

“It’s alright. You want me to be friendly to all the journalists? That’s it, right?”

“Not really.”

“?”

“Someone who is friendly to both my enemy and me is not an ally after all, right?”

Rashta wanted to cry.

She would like to talk about the deposed empress, and then about her new parents. However, Duke Elgy was currently talking about a subject too boring for Rashta.

“Miss, do you know how many types of journalists there are?”

“I don’t know.”

“There are only two kinds.”

“Good journalists and bad journalists?”

“Journalists who are friendly to the nobility and journalists who are hostile to the nobility.”

“Since journalists friendly to the nobility will also be friendly to the imperial family, should Rashta stay close to these journalists?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“?”

“Just because they are friendly to the nobles does not mean they are friendly to the imperial family, nor does being hostile to the nobles mean they are hostile to the imperial family.”

Rashta grabbed her head with both hands.

She felt like shouting ‘Stop!’

“If the relationship between the emperor and the nobility is bad, the emperor must be close to journalists hostile to the nobility. In other words, it is a war of wits.”

“Ah... Yes. I understand.”

“But the commoners are undoubtedly hostile to the nobility, Miss. Be aware of this difference and decide who to be close to.”

Rashta sighed and responded.

“Rashta needs the support of the commoners, so Rashta needs to be close to the journalists friendly to the commoners.”

“That’s right. But you mustn’t be hated by the journalists friendly to the nobility either.”

“Uh... how do I know who is friendly to commoners and who is friendly to nobility?”

“You only have to read the articles of the last three years.”

Rashta finally squatted and waved her hands.

“My baby doesn’t want to hear that! Tell me a funny story!”

Duke Elgy stared at Rashta, and he soon burst out laughing.

When Rashta looked at him pouting, Duke Elgy shook his head laughing. This side of her was very cute. However, he did not praise her openly.

Eventually, Rashta looked down with a smile.

***

People expect two things when they read a newspaper.

The truth or the desired response.

What was needed for the current question was not the truth, but a desired response.

So, what was the answer that the people of the Western Kingdom wanted...?

The majority of the people hated that their king was made a laughing stock because of amorous whims. Such amorous whims were only entertaining in royalty, when the king and the crown princes were not involved.

It would be the same for the people of the Western Kingdom, especially since Heinley’s brother had several concubines. They must have been tired of these kinds of stories...

Well, it would be best to highlight the romance without mixing up the political. However, if the romance is too intense, it becomes an affair, so it is necessary not to cross the line.

‘I’d like to talk to Heinley first before answering, but...’

If you postpone your response once, saying you will respond at another time, the later response will lack credibility.

At that point, no matter how good the answer is, anyone will think it’s made up, so I’ll respond now.

As soon as I finished reflecting, I responded with a slight smile.

“I arranged everything before my divorce.”

“?!”

“His Highness the King gave me the strength at that time.”

Of course, in answering, one must leave a bait for the opposite party to bite. The astute journalist understood the implications of my words and asked in surprise.

“Did you know beforehand that you were going to get a divorce?

“... I heard it.”

I could have answered more clearly, but this would have been enough.

The journalist opened his mouth in surprise and Rose’s expression was also one of surprise.

Then she looked at me with pity.

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Around six o’clock in the afternoon.

As the detached palace did not have a kitchen, Rose went personally to the central palace to take care of my meal.

Naturally, Rose met with her brother, Yunim.

As soon as Yunim saw her, he asked her what she thought of the queen, and Rose responded with surprise,

“She doesn’t show feelings in either good or bad situations. ”

“What do you mean?”

“Literally that.”

Yunim added, after thinking about it for a moment.

“You are trying to appease me.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Do you think I can’t see that?”

“That’s right.”

After that, Rose lifted her skirt slightly and pointed to her swollen feet.

“Do you see this? I’ve been walking around all day, showing her the royal palace.”

“How far did you have to walk to make your feet so swollen?”

“Don’t even mention it, you don’t know how meticulous she is.”

Rose shuddered, waving her hands slightly.

The queen entered each room, checking every inch of the interior, as if she were a spy and not the queen.

Naturally, they encountered several courtiers, and it was strange the reaction of some when they saw the queen.

“Instead of a tour of the royal palace, it seemed like a way for people to see her face...”

As Rose tilted her head, Yunim asked her.

“How would you compare her to Christa?”

“I was only by her side for one day. I don’t know much.”

“What about her personality?”

“It’s hard to tell in one day.”

“And what about her competence?”

“She’ll do well, there are rumors about this circulating everywhere. I haven’t seen anything wrong with my own eyes.”

Rose responded frankly, then hesitated and admitted,

“To tell you the truth, I didn’t dislike it. As long as she walks a little less I can continue to be her lady-in-waiting.”

“...”

Yunim frowned slightly, as if he had expected such a response.

***

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Rose had not yet arrived.

‘How long has it been since she left?’

As I looked at the clock, I tried to calculate the distance between the central palace and the detached palace, after walking around here all day.

It was not a short distance. Going back and forth with tired legs would also make her walk a little slower...

However, even considering the above, she was taking too long to return. So, she must be talking to someone. Who could it be?

‘She probably met with her brother.’

No, I don’t think it’s Christa, as she would do it another time or not talk as much as she does now.

If it was to stab me in the back, she wouldn’t be taking this long, so I guess it’s Yunim.

In that case, what is she talking about?

Maybe she’s complaining that her feet hurt because she walked so much today...

I pressed the corners of my mouth to hold back the laughter.

Knock-knock

Oh, I guess it’s here.

I quickly removed my fingers from my lips and stood up.

Knock-knock

However, the knocking did not seem to come from the door. In fact, those knocks were coming from the window.