Chapter 279 "Jealousy is useless, he should just play around..."
“The last fight,” he said, pulling me close against the headboard, “was about a piece of land. This land originally belonged to a powerful family, but that family was recently raided. They were accused of colluding with foreign powers, embezzling and accepting bribes, and colluding with the prime minister of Achia to sell silk at a lower price than it was originally worth. You know the head of that family; he was the mastermind behind the murder of the bride on their wedding night. You were the one he threw into prison. After the family was raided, most of their assets went into the national treasury, and a small portion was distributed to the victims he framed. This piece of land was one of those victims.”
"Why do the mistresses think they deserve this land?" I asked with a smile.
"Because this land appeared later, it was discovered that it was an asset that was missed when the property list was being reviewed. The previous small portion of the property had already been distributed to the victims, and the victims were very satisfied. This land is like an extra piece of property, and it's up to the king to give it to whomever he chooses."
"So, they thought they might have a share?"
"Yes."
"Then who do you plan to give it to? Don't you plan to give it to the Queen?"
"Do you want it? If you do, I'll give it to you."
"How much is it worth?" I asked with a smile.
"About three or four hundred thousand gold coins."
"That's definitely worth a lot of money."
"Do you want it?" he asked again.
"Nonsense, why wouldn't we take advantage of free money? Why would we refuse money that's offered to us?"
He laughed loudly, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"You're quite generous to women," I remarked. He covers half of Wangcheng's expenses, most of my newspaper's expenses, and now he's giving me a piece of land.
"Is it okay if I'm not generous?" He kissed my cheek. "If I'm not generous, you'll run off with another man."
"Who else can I run off with?" I laughed. "I'm too old."
“The Grand Chancellor of the North and the Elf King are both waiting to take over,” he laughed. “It’s just that the Grand Chancellor has been very busy these past two years and hasn’t had time to spare. He’s almost been pulled down from his position by the old nobles. The Elf King’s health hasn’t been good in recent years, and he can’t leave the secret realms casually, which is why he hasn’t come to find you.”
“Is the situation in Mamboa that dangerous?” I asked.
"Don't feel sorry for men. Women who feel sorry for men usually don't have a good ending." He rested his head on my shoulder.
"for example?"
"my mother?"
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should tell him that the Elf Queen didn't actually love his father; in my opinion, she just wanted a child. But in the end, I said nothing.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the gleaming floor. The other side of the bed was empty; Bernard had already gotten up. But I would run into him at breakfast, and he would come over to keep me company.
His life was extremely structured. He would exercise very early in the morning, and after showering, it would be about time to have breakfast with me. After breakfast, he would review the official documents that had arrived late the previous night, and sometimes he would meet with nobles from the Eastern Frontier. At noon, he would have a secret meeting with some people, whose identities I didn't know, as I had never seen them before. He usually ate lunch alone, and because he valued speed, he would take a two-hour nap afterward, then continue working in the afternoon. In the evening, he would sometimes have dinner with me, sometimes attend banquets hosted by nobles, sometimes go to banquets in neighboring royal cities or tribes, and sometimes go to banquets in the Western Frontier capital. Afterward, he would continue working for a while, and only return to my bedroom to rest around midnight.
It has to be said that all successful people are incredibly energetic. I usually feel sleepy just two or three hours after dinner. I almost never attend dinner parties; I don't have the energy. My workload during the day is too heavy, and when I feel sleepy, I just go to sleep.
When Bernard came home at midnight, he would sometimes wake me up. I was extremely impatient, and he would try his best to soothe me, saying that I didn't need to put in too much effort and could just enjoy myself. But this kind of thing is exhausting, and I would often wake up halfway through. He would be overjoyed and our lovemaking would become even more intense.
Sometimes I'm so sleepy he can't wake me, so I have to patiently wait until morning. He'll kiss me awake before dawn, leaving my face and body covered in drool, like a mother cat kissing her kittens. Then, we'll have a great time.
"Is it the same with you and your mistresses?" I asked him occasionally.
"Is that so?"
“Do it this way.”
"So what do you think should be done?"
“I think you guys should be even crazier. The mistress who framed me and got me into jail was really charming and seductive. A woman like that must be very uninhibited in bed. You must have enjoyed it a lot.”
He couldn't stop laughing.
"Is that so?" I asked again.
“That’s right,” he replied. “She’s definitely very open in bed.”
"So you chose her as your chief mistress back then?"
"No, it's related to her resources. Both her biological father and adoptive father are wealthy."
"You'd do anything for money," I exclaimed.
“I really needed money at that time,” he said frankly.
Aren't you afraid people will call you a gigolo?
"I'm not afraid."
Men are rarely driven by love; they weigh the pros and cons when choosing a mistress. He has a handsome face, a great physique, and a status that makes women fascinated, causing countless wealthy and powerful women to flock to him.
To be honest, his appearance in the Land of Death, that breathtakingly beautiful young man, captivated me completely back then. I was almost infatuated to the point of madness, but I never told anyone.
With his authorization, I published the story of his mistress fighting in the newspaper, which sparked another wave of gossipy discussions.
Everyone envied King Bernard's good fortune with women; he had a constant stream of romantic encounters from his youth until he grew old.
Mia looked at the newspaper and laughed, then asked me, "Grandma, haven't you ever been jealous?"
"Yes, but being jealous is useless; he'll still do what he wants."
“But now you’ve got him tied down, and you see he’s the one who stays with you the longest,” Mia said.
"So what? It doesn't mean there aren't other women around him."
“He’s the one who spends the most time with you and is willing to spend money on you; he’s already a good man,” Mia said.
I sighed, "Are your standards for men really that low?"
Mia chuckled, "Men don't have high standards for you. Grandma, you're not some stunning beauty, it's already a miracle you found such a handsome man. I just can't find one. Last time I saw one of your stewards at the palace, he was so handsome, I went over to flirt with him, but he ignored me."
"Who is it?" I poured Mia a glass of milk.
“I haven’t seen this steward you just promoted before. The last time was his first time entering the palace.” Mia was already seventeen years old, naturally at the age of first love.
“You and he are actually quite a good age match,” I said.
“But my mother won’t let me marry a man with no power or money. I can only be his mistress, but he ignores me.” Mia pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.
"You're not married yet, so don't even think about having a lover." Luckily, Aurora didn't come over for breakfast today, and her brother Jacob wasn't there either, otherwise this conversation would have been really awkward.
"But he looks so tempting, I really want to sleep with him," Mia said boldly, which startled me.
Ignoring my expression, she said with a look of ecstasy, "I've never seen such a handsome boy. I really wanted to lift his shirt and put myself inside him. I specifically inquired about him. He was married once, but he was away from home for long periods. His wife found another man, and they divorced. He's single now, and several women are pursuing him. I want to pursue him too."
I couldn't listen to it anymore, so I got up and left.
As luck would have it, I ran into them that day. I happened to be inspecting the printing plant, and my visit was quite sudden because I remembered I had some documents to submit for printing. The printing plant and the distribution department are connected. After handing over the documents, I went into the open warehouse to take a look, and as soon as I entered, I saw two people kissing in a corner.
To be precise, it was the woman who pinned the man against the wall, pressed her entire body against him, and frantically rubbed and kissed him. The man was forced to kiss her lips and briefly lost control.
The printing manager coughed a few times, and the two men, as if waking from a dream, quickly separated.
Mia, her chest half-exposed, hurriedly pulled up her dress, while Nathan, whose pants had been half-undone, quickly fastened them.
I didn't say anything, and turned to leave.
The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, what's there to say? They just shouldn't be here.
Back at the palace, I drafted a set of rules and regulations, stipulating that no one should do anything outside of work at the workplace, and that no one unrelated to work should be allowed to enter.
A few days later, the routine meeting was held. I acted as if nothing had happened, listened to the reports from the various managers as usual, then announced the tasks for the following month, praised the outstanding performance of the distribution department, and urged the advertising staff to find more advertisements, as the amount of advertising this month had decreased.
“I’m willing to take on part of the advertising work,” Nathan suddenly said.
“Your distribution workload is already heavy,” I said. “Taking on extra responsibilities will add unnecessary burdens and affect the quality of the distribution.”
"It won't have any impact. If it does, you can simply take back my authority."
The advertising manager then expressed his willingness to let Nathan help, as they were indeed lacking capable assistants.
I hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
After the meeting, I was walking alone down the narrow corridor when I happened to turn around and saw Nathan. He had been following me the whole time.
"Is something the matter?" I asked him.
Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, falling on his light brown eyes, which shimmered with a pale gold hue.
"Last time I..."
“I don’t want to concern myself with your private affairs,” I interrupted immediately, “as long as it’s not in the workplace.”
He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.
A few days later, Mia complained to me that the handsome guy was ignoring her. "I went to see him and bought him a lot of gifts, but he wouldn't even let me in. The doorman said that outsiders can't come in here."
“I’ve already set a rule that outsiders are not allowed to enter the workplace,” I said.
“What kind of outsider am I? I’m one of our own, Grandma, please let me in.”
“You’re not a staff member,” I said patiently. “You can wait for him at the door; he’ll come out eventually.”
“I waited for him, and waited for a long time. I even asked the maid to wait for me so that I could tell him as soon as he came out. In the end, he did come, but he ignored me and wouldn’t listen to anything I said.”
"Maybe he has someone else?"
"A while ago, a woman pursued him. She was a rich woman, the widow of a wealthy businessman. She was incredibly flirtatious, the kind who would fawn over any man she saw. He avoided her several times, but finally, she simply stripped naked and waited for him on the bed. She bribed a locksmith to get a key and get in. I heard he was stunned when he went in. The naked woman pounced on him, and he couldn't resist, so he slept with her. Afterward, he kicked her out, and she didn't even have time to put her clothes back on. The woman was furious and called a bunch of thugs to beat him up. Although he was quite skilled, he was still beaten half to death. He was also very angry, so he also hired a bunch of thugs to teach the woman a lesson. Seeing that things were going badly, the woman took the initiative to make peace, and in the end, she paid him money to settle the matter."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Is that so?"
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