Page 326 of Remarried Empress

Old Duke Zemensia was at a crossroads.

He had to choose between him or his daughter.

If he made the decision thinking only of his own life, he would not have hesitated. Of course he would save his daughter.

The problem was that if he admitted that he had intentionally prepared food to harm the imperial family, his entire family would also be in danger. His wife, his son, and even his two charming grandchildren….

“Your Majesty is truly ruthless.”

The old duke muttered in shock.

Although he had prepared food harmful to the baby in her womb, he didn’t even know for sure that she was pregnant.

Even if he had been sure she was pregnant, he would not have done it with the intention that she would eat it.

He just wanted the Emperor and Empress to suffer a little public humiliation. He wanted everyone to realize that behind the emperor’s sweet cover there was only poison.

Although this was also not a good thing, wasn’t this revenge milder in comparison to what his daughter suffered from being locked up in a desolate mansion like an animal?

This was nothing more than a usual dispute between high society nobles. However, this ruthless emperor threatened to kill a human being to appease his momentary displeasure.

How could he be so indifferent when it comes to a human life?

To old Duke Zemensia, accustomed to the indulgent and kindly former king, Emperor Heinley seemed a despicable tyrant who would devastate the country.

He would have preferred Heinley to wield the sword. But this emperor forced him to wield the sword and choose who to stab. Wasn’t that from a cruel person?

When their eyes met, the corners of the emperor’s mouth turned up slightly.

The old duke’s expression twisted.

With that face, the Emperor made people think, ‘His Majesty is being too mild.’

With that face!

But the old Duke had to choose. He had to choose between sacrificing Christa or his family.

“That letter… it wasn’t written by me.”

His eyes were bloodshot with anger.

“It’s a shame.”

Emperor Heinley whispered under his breath, “It is truly a shame,” and pushed away the statue on the desk with one hand.

The statue shattered as it fell to the floor.

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My father, who had finally stopped crying, was now completely focused on choosing a gift for the baby.

Before I knew it, designers were here, and fashionable baby clothes filled the room. There were also many albums of baby clothes designs.

As I looked at the clothes closely, I barely managed to escape the enveloping temptation.

Since the palace doctor told me that I should rest well, now I had nothing to do. Yesterday was the same. But it made me feel bad that Heinley was working while I was enjoying myself.

“His Majesty is inside?”

However, McKenna’s expression in front of the office was strange. When he saw me, he became suspiciously nervous and smiled awkwardly.

“Well, His Majesty is very busy at the moment. He seems to have a lot of work to do. Hmm… Anyway, the pregnancy has already been announced. Huh… What’s that? Is that His Majesty Heinley’s clothes?”

“It’s baby clothes.”

“Oh, the baby clothes are similar in size to His Majesty Heinley’s. You understand what I mean, right? When he’s in bird form.”

No, I think Heinley’s is bigger. In any case, it was an absurd comparison if only to pretend.

‘Why is he acting like this?’

When I saw the man who came out of the office door a few moments later, I knew the answer to that question.

The old Duke Zemensia…

It was about Christa’s father, the man who yesterday lashed out at us in public for hiding the fact that I was pregnant in an attempt to set a trap for the nobles.

McKenna was worried that I would run into him.

Old Duke Zemensia, who took a few steps slowly, looked in my direction.

His eyes fixed on me, and on the basket of baby clothes I was holding.

Then his gaze turned fierce as his big eyes narrowed.

He stared at me as if I were the enemy who had driven Christa out. Once McKenna coughed, he shook his cloak vigorously and reluctantly left.

Viscount Langdel, who stood behind me, said in a low voice,

“His gaze is not good. We need to reinforce your guard for the time being, Your Majesty.”

“Yes…”

I wonder if Heinley pressed him severely because of yesterday. His expression became totally fierce within a day.

As I watched his distant back, Heinley also came out of the office.

“My Queen!”

Calling me affectionately, he hurried to my side, pulled out clothes that were in the basket, and asked me.

“Is this mine?”

What was going on? What did Heinley talk about with the old Duke to make them act so strangely?

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