The Evil Empress Adores Me Chapter 104.1

Published at 18th of September 2022 07:19:44 PM

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“….is there any way to make land greener while reducing costs as much as possible?”

I looked up at Damian, wide-eyed. 

I mean, I know I sound like I'm messing with him right now, but to get grass, I'll need money to fall from the sky?!

Oh brain, where did you go?!

Damian spoke up, giving a suggestion. 

“Then, what if I paid for the expenses with my own money?” 

“Don't. Is there anything the Emperor can't find fault with?”

I shook my head resolutely. 

I can't give any room to the Emperor, who's always keen on bringing down or slandering Damian in some way. 

'Huh?'

One of the newspapers scattered on the table caught my eye. 

To be precise, a small article on the corner of the newspaper. 

It was an article about barley farming. 

I inadvertently reached out and picked up the newspaper. 

There was nothing special about it, to tell the truth. 

It displayed a description pertaining to when barley was sown and when it would sprout. 

Since most of their subscribers are commoners, informational articles like these would usually come up. 

However…

'Wait a minute.'

Then it hit me. 

Why was I only focusing on grass? 

Well, the most important thing was to coat the ground green with grass, but-

“Come to think of it…your highness.”

I called Damian out of the blue. 

Damian looked back with a surprised visage. 

“Huh? What?”

“Well, I might be onto something.”

I paused for a moment. 

What if Damian thinks it's an absurd idea?

But my mouth was way ahead of me, voicing my question with my lips.  

“If all we need to do is make the ground green, it doesn't have to be grass, right?”

With that question, Damian widened his eyes. 

***

There was another article from the press. 

This time, the article was about…

'How the memorial service's budget was decreasing.'

….I was also a topic of controversy. 

'The Crown Prince's fiancee is a commoner and a maid.'

'She isn't the Crown Princess yet, but she's in a position to become the future mother of the empire.'

'What does a mere maid know?'

….harsh criticisms followed one after the other. 

They're so mean!

Do you know how often I asked the Empress and the Empress Dowager, in case I wasted my budget?

Everyone complimented me on my impeccable budget-spending!! 

…there shouldn't be protests, right? 

I shed tears on the inside.

'At least, I have a lead on the solution for the grass problem, so I'll ignore it and take my wins where I get them.'

Haaa, that's the only comfort in this hectic life. 

Life is so hard. 

I let out a deep sigh. 

But then. 

Knock, knock. 

I looked back to see who it was. 

With her hands clasped together, the maid bowed politely. 

“Um, Lady Charlize. You have a guest.” 

“Is that so? Where is the guest now?” 

“He's in the reception room.”

“All right, I'll go now.”

I got up and went there. 

The door opened. 

There was a seated middle-aged man who looked rather tense. 

'His name is likely…William, I think.'

He was the representative for the bereaved families of the soldiers killed in the North. 

As soon as Mr. William saw me, he sprang up from his chair, so startled he looked like he was on the verge of collapse. 

“Hello, I'm Charlize,” I greeted him. 

“AH, to meet the fiancee of the Crown Prince!”

“I'm not part of the royal family or a noble, there's no need to greet me like that. 

“Please, have a seat.”

I quickly waved my hand, bowing my head politely. 

“I'd rather just say hello. Please, I'm Charlize.”

“How could she, how could Charlize bow her head to me…” 

Mr. William had a dumbstruck expression. 

I shook my head. 

“Don't say that. It's thanks to the countless people who gave their lives in the North, that our people can have peace.”

I answered as kindly as I could. 

I was sincere when I said that.

The people of the North, including Damian, have sacrificed so much. It's why the empire could be at peace until now. 

Despite my hectic schedule, I took the time to invite the bereaved families' representative. 

Isn't that the right to do?

We're organizing a memorial service to commemorate the veterans. It doesn't make sense to not meet the official in charge of the memorial service.

Instantly, water began to form around the deeply wrinkled corners of his eyes. 

“Hah, Charlize…”

Terrified, I hurriedly approached Mr. William. 

“Oh my God, what's wrong? Did I say something I shouldn't have?”

“No, no, not one bit.”

After shaking his head a few times, Mr. William answered in a tear-strained voice. 

“To have someone say that…it's truly a first for me.”

I was speechless for a moment. 

As if a needle of ice had pierced the deepest parts of my heart, making it cold. 

I see. 

Until now, there was not a single person who understood the pain felt by the people of the North, moreover, supported them. 

If others were indifferent, let's change that. 

However…

'Without a doubt, this is something the Emperor should have taken care of in advance.'

He's the father of the empire. 

Is he not in a position to care for everyone? 

What kind of emperor only enjoys the privileges he has but disregards his duties?

I bit my lip.

Then I bowed my head deeply once again. 

“I'm sorry. And…thank you.”

“No, no, don't. Why is Charlize…”

Mr. William tried to dissuade me from bowing.

I looked up at his unaware face, feeling uncomfortable. 

….I don't know if I can say this. 

But, if I don't tell them, no one else will. 

“On behalf of the country that has been apathetic, I express my apologies.” 

With those words, Mr. William bit his lips till they bled. 

Sometimes, all it takes is one teardrop to unleash a flood of tears. 

Tears streamed continuously as they wet the table below. 

Mr. William wept silently, for a long, long time.

Chapter end