Chapter 44 Reconciliation "Whenever you accept me, that's when I'll..."
My relationship with him became awkward. Secretly, we "broke up," but openly, we were "loving."
We still share a bedroom. He sleeps on the bed, and I sleep on the floor. We never speak at night.
We were still putting on an intimate act in the Imperial Study, lying in his arms, on his lap, and in the same armchair with him.
We still have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together every day.
We still walked hand in hand, embracing each other, through the corridors, across the gardens, and into the stone hall.
To outsiders, we still seem close, but to those who know us well, like Mrs. Jane, it's clear that something is definitely wrong.
But Mrs. Jane was very clever; she never overstepped her bounds by asking any extra questions and continued to do what she was supposed to do, just like before.
"Mrs. Lanna, the meeting will begin in fifteen minutes," Mrs. Jane said from the doorway.
"good."
As I walked through the snowy corridor, hundreds of snowflakes rushed towards me. I shielded my eyes with my hands and struggled forward. Suddenly, I slipped and fell heavily to the ground. My head spun, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself sitting on the high seat in the stone hall.
The generals and officers below were chattering amongst themselves.
Oh no, I've turned back to normal.
— He becomes Bernard, sitting in a chair, pointing out the world.
Bernard must have suddenly appeared on the wet tiles of the snowy corridor, lying face down on the ground.
I rubbed my temples; I had a bit of a headache.
“My lord, I think we should have someone assassinate Rosie directly,” Bourne said, stepping forward.
Another general immediately objected, "Rohi has become extremely cautious since his defeat. He has doubled his guards even when he sleeps. It will be extremely difficult to kill him."
“That’s right,” another general said. “If the assassination fails, Roxi will have something to say about it and will report it to the king and queen. We might lose half of our territory.”
Wait, what's going on? What are they talking about?
The white-haired, aged general Tendi stared at me—this was the first time I had seen him since he returned to the castle. His eyes were very different from before, filled with wariness, caution, and distrust.
Clearly, he already knew about the body swap.
I felt a chill and dared not look at him again.
Byrne noticed the exchange of glances between me and Tendi, narrowed his eyes, stared at me for a while, and only after confirming something did he say, "My lord, Rosie's act of complaining to the king is utterly despicable, but it won't be so easy for him to bring us down."
He was trying to explain what had happened, I thought, giving him a grateful look. He ignored me.
“That’s right,” another general chimed in. “Roshi won’t be able to swallow us up so easily.”
Listening to their back-and-forth conversation, I roughly understood what had happened.
After suffering a defeat, Rosie complained to the king that Bernot was raising zombies and using a zombie army to deal with his half-brother. The king was furious and ordered Bernot to either return to the capital to plead guilty and be imprisoned, or he would send an army to annihilate Bernot's army and reclaim his territory.
Oh My God!
This is hardly like father and son, let alone brothers; all these examples are aimed at killing Bernard.
After the meeting, I was cornered in the snowy corridor by Bourne and Tendy.
“I’m warning you, don’t act on your own initiative, and don’t forget who you are,” Bourne said to me in a vicious low voice.
Tengdi stared at me coldly, his eyes like sharp knives.
Clearly, neither of them was very satisfied with me. If it weren't for some kind of fear, they probably would have killed me long ago.
“My lord,” my chief mistress suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, smiling at me, “what are you doing standing there? It’s snowing so hard.”
I didn't say anything; I hadn't recovered from the intimidation.
He rushed over, grabbed me without a care in the world, and pulled me forward, saying, "Let's go have lunch."
We didn't make up. After we were out of Bourne and Tendy's sight, he released my waist.
I looked at him, and he looked at me.
He said, "I'll help you come up with ideas whenever you accept me."
This sounds exactly like something a child would say in a fit of pique.
I wanted to laugh, I tried to hold it in, but I still laughed out loud. He looked at me and laughed too.
Our relationship thawed from that point on. It seemed that as long as he spoke to me and I smiled, our relationship would return to normal.
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