Remarried Empress

ry.”

Whatever the purpose, if they really meant well, I would be grateful.

However, if what they were after was to approach me in order to then try to stab me in the back, I would have to be cautious.

***

Arriving at the Imperial Palace of the Eastern Empire, Rashta ordered Viscount Roteschu to come to the palace tomorrow at 10 a.m.
through a messenger.

“An order?”

Viscount Roteschu was upset by Rashta’s message, but visited her at ten o’clock the next morning as ordered.

Rashta asked him coldly when he arrived.

“The slave trade certificate.
Where is it now?”

The certificate had originally been left at the bear corporation.
However, Koshar had gone to get it after cutting off Roteschu’s ear.

Viscount Roteschu blatantly pretended to be unaware of this fact.

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“Of course it’s in my hands.”

“Really?”

Rashta narrowed her eyes, biting her nails.
While Roteschu continued to pretend to have it.

“Of course.
Who else could have it?

“It wasn’t lost?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Lie!”

When Rashta shouted and threw the cup at the wall, Viscount Roteschu flinched and shrugged his shoulders like a turtle.

The cup that flew out hit the wall and shattered into pieces.
Fragments scattered dizzyingly across the floor.

“A-Are you crazy?”

The astonishment was such that Viscount Roteschu clicked his tongue, but closed his mouth immediately upon seeing Rashta’s face.

“Are you sure?”

Rashta tilted her head as she asked in a deep voice, as she was ready to throw the other cup at his face instead of at the wall if he said the wrong thing.

Viscount Roteschu kept his mouth shut.

He believed that she would change a little after having power.
That happened naturally with everyone.

But he didn’t expect her to change so much or so fast…

Viscount Roteschu just clicked his tongue without even thinking of trying to put her in her place, like in the past, by saying, ‘You’re not even within my son’s reach’.

“How does Your Majesty know about that certificate?”

Viscount Roteschu could not show his anger, so he smiled forcedly.

“It’s all because of that Koshar.
It was him who stole the certificate.”

Rashta looked coldly at Viscount Roteschu and ordered him,

“I don’t want to see you.
Get out!”

“…”

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“I said get out!”

Viscount Roteschu got up reluctantly.

Rashta glared at him, pulled the ring off her finger and tossed it at his feet.

“Keep it.”

The jeweled ring sparkled beautifully as it rolled across the carpet.

Viscount Roteschu bent down, picked up the ring and left the room with a smile.

But as soon as he stepped out into the corridor, his expression turned terribly cold.

‘How dare she be so arrogant?’

Although others considered her as ‘the hope of commoners’ or a ‘real fairy tale’, to Viscount Roteschu, Rashta was nothing more than a slave he could use.

No matter how high her position, Viscount Roteschu could not think of her as a noble.

That narrow thought stoked Viscount Roteschu’s anger.

‘I’ll have to teach her a lesson.’

He had done nothing to correct her behavior lately, but Viscount Roteschu was determined to suppress Rashta’s spirit now.

As soon as he arrived at his residence, he instructed Alan.

“Alan.
Ask for an audience.”

Alan asked puzzled, “An audience?”

Whether a commoner or a nobleman, if one asked for an audience one could speak to the emperor.

As a result, there were so many people applying for an audience that the waiting line was extremely long.

Those applying for an audience had to endure that long waiting line before they were received.

Why should I apply for an audience now?

“Why an audience?”

“Doesn’t Rashta participate in the audiences?”

Hearing Rashta’s name, Alan stiffened.
Roteschu smiled and said,

“I’m sure she will want to see her son.
Take Ahn and show Rashta his little face.”