I Got Engaged To The Blind Duke - Chapter 222

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I Got Engaged to a Blind Duke Episode 222

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The deep, dark night passed and a new sun rose.

The Prime Minister’s eyes gazing at the Imperial Throne sparkled brightly, unsuited for his age.

The Crown Prince’s softly curled hair was neatly swept back, revealing his clear forehead, and his bright golden eyes were upright.

The Crown Prince sitting naturally on the Imperial Throne was flawless no matter who looked at him.

“His Majesty the Emperor’s illness is deeper than expected. The Imperial Physician has determined that he is in no condition to handle state affairs.”

The Imperial Physician standing in the back slightly bowed his head toward the three ducal houses and the Prime Minister who were looking at him before answering.

“That is correct. His Majesty the Emperor keeps losing his memory, so I have determined he is in no condition to handle state affairs. However, despite his deep illness, His Majesty the Emperor is refusing treatment.”

The Prime Minister made a regretful expression upon hearing the Imperial Physician’s report.

He had felt that His Majesty the Emperor’s mental faculties had become clouded, but to think he had been hiding such an illness.

“Therefore, I intend to serve as regent. If you have any other opinions, please speak freely.”

“I fully support His Highness the Crown Prince’s wise judgment.”

The Prime Minister expressed his support for the Crown Prince.

“I also support it.”

Eastern Duchess Edena and Smith also expressed their agreement.

The Crown Prince’s gaze, which had looked at each of them one by one, finally reached the Western Duke.

“I support His Highness the Crown Prince.”

The Western Duke’s heavy lips parted.

“Thank you all. Though I am inexperienced, I will work hard from now on. My first proposal concerns Western trade matters. The entire Empire is deeply troubled by this issue. Western Duke, we will issue an official apology regarding your fiancée. So would you please reconsider?”

“I will comply.”

“Good. Prime Minister, would you speak about the next agenda item?”

“Understood.”

The Prime Minister cleared his voice and began to bring up one by one the matters that the Emperor had postponed due to luxury and entertainment.

An official announcement from the Imperial Family was made.

The main content was that the Crown Prince would serve as regent due to the Emperor’s illness.

And they officially apologized for calling Lady Marine Schwentz, the Western Duke’s fiancée, a witch, adding that she was an ordinary Lady.

At the same time, the Western Duke’s side also withdrew what they had proclaimed regarding Western trade.

The Capital stirred with the successive new developments, and everyone was filled with anticipation.

The Crown Prince, who had taken on the regency, was swift in handling affairs.

Many state affairs that the Emperor had neglected were being quickly processed.

As the long-awaited agenda items were resolved, even those who had distrusted the Crown Prince began to praise him.

Except for one person.

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The Emperor, confined in the Separate Palace, threw all the water bottles and decorations on the table.

But no matter how much he shouted and threw things around, the rage that had built up heavily in his chest would not subside.

“The Imperial Physician has arrived.”

As the attendant opened the door, a decorative item came flying through the air.

The Imperial Physician who was about to enter stopped abruptly in surprise.

“How dare you open the door without permission!”

The Imperial Physician bowed deeply with a troubled expression.

“I greet His Majesty the Emperor. Your Majesty, you must receive an examination. Please quickly regain your health—”

“Stop spouting nonsense and get out!”

When the Emperor cut off the Imperial Physician’s words and even threw a teacup, the Imperial Physician fled outside the door in shock.

The attendant, fed up with the Emperor’s daily tantrums, was about to close the door with an expressionless face when the Emperor’s sharp voice rang out.

“Why can’t I see the Chief Attendant?”

At this, the attendant’s face immediately darkened.

The Chief Attendant who had hanged himself in his room was found as a cold corpse in the morning.

Along with a suicide note saying he would pay with his life for failing to properly serve the Emperor.

He had always been someone who looked after his subordinates well. Why on earth would such a person make that choice?

“The Chief Attendant took his own life yesterday.”

“…What?”

The Emperor’s eyes widened as much as they could.

Soon the Emperor frowned and his lips twisted.

“Did the Crown Prince do this?”

“No. It was the Chief Attendant’s own choice.”

The startled attendant hurriedly told the truth.

“That can’t be. The Chief Attendant would never do such a thing and leave me. The Crown Prince must have killed him and staged it all.”

The Emperor glared at the distant mountain with cold eyes and spoke with a voice full of conviction.

The attendant could not continue speaking and bowed his head.

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A week had passed since the Emperor was confined to the Separate Palace.

No matter how much he shouted and struggled, he could not leave the Separate Palace, and no one came to see him except the Imperial Physician.

Had he ever been treated like this while living as Emperor?

The isolated life gradually ate away at his belief that he could regain imperial power.

“Your Majesty.”

The Emperor, who had been leaning back against the sofa with a tired face, raised his head at the voice calling him.

Through the open reception room door, he could see the face of someone he longed for.

“7th Imperial Consort!”

Joy spread across the Emperor’s golden eyes.

“I’ve come to serve you from now on.”

“As expected, there’s only you. The other Imperial Consorts haven’t come to visit even once.”

Eira smiled gracefully and looked around the surroundings.

Broken flower vases and books scattered on the floor. Expensive decorative items were also broken or damaged, rolling around.

“The inside is quite messy. I’ll order it to be cleaned up quickly.”

“That’s enough.”

The Emperor closed his eyes and pressed firmly between his brows, showing a tired face.

“Does your head hurt again?”

“Shh!”

The Emperor’s eyes snapped open and he gave a warning with anxious eyes.

“Don’t say such things carelessly. Right now, that traitor is acting as regent using a nonexistent illness as an excuse. If he catches even the slightest hint, rumors will spread that I truly have an illness. To restore my position as quickly as possible, my robust health is important.”

Eira tilted her head with an innocent expression.

“Your Majesty, is restoration truly possible?”

“Look. I am this healthy, so how long can they confine me using illness as an excuse? All it takes is for someone to have doubts. That distrust will become a spark, and soon it will blaze up and consume that traitor.”

The anxious expression disappeared, and the Emperor’s golden eyes gleamed with greed.

“Didn’t you also drive away the Imperial Physician? Then who will prove Your Majesty’s robust health?”

“My word is law. If I say it is so, then it is so. Whose proof would be needed?”

“Your Majesty really does as you please.”

Eira smiled with sparkling eyes.

Even at her bold words, the Emperor looked at her as if she were adorable.

“Do you know that you’re the only one who can say such things to me and still be alive?”

“Of course. Because Your Majesty cherishes me.”

When Eira smiled confidently, the Emperor chuckled heartily.

“Yes, yes. Now that you’re here, I feel like I can live.”

“I will serve by His Majesty the Emperor’s side until you close your eyes.”

“For that long?”

“Why? Don’t tell me you’re planning to bring in another Imperial Consort?”

When Eira turned her head sharply with a jealous tone, the Emperor was delighted.

“Your charm is particularly bold and cute today.”

“I’m glad your mood has improved. More importantly, I’ve prepared tea. Not for headaches—I mean, it’s tea that helps you sleep well.”

Eira corrected herself as if remembering the Emperor’s words.

A satisfied smile appeared on the Emperor’s lips at her clever tact.

“I haven’t been able to sleep well since being confined here, so this is perfect.”

Eira smiled gently and stood up to personally brew the tea leaves.

“Where is your maid?”

“I wanted to see Your Majesty quickly, so I came early by myself. The maid is packing luggage and will come soon.”

“I see. Hurry and bring the tea.”

“Yes.”

Eira left the reception room with a beautiful smile.

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And one month later.

Murky, darkened golden eyes. Anxious gaze constantly watching the surroundings with vigilance. Sunken cheeks. Hollow under-eyes and darkly mottled skin.

At some point, unable to swallow food properly, the Emperor’s sickly appearance became more pronounced as he grew more ferocious and violent.

Crash!

The flower vase thrown by the Emperor shattered, and fragments grazed past Eira’s cheek.

“Ah…”

A red crack appeared on her cheek, and blood soon began to seep out.

“Your Highness!”

Startled, Camellia rushed over and pressed a handkerchief to her cheek.

“I’m fine.”

Eira gently pushed Camellia away and spoke nonchalantly.

The Emperor gnawed at his nails while constantly watching all directions with wariness, then turned his gaze to Eira.

“Why were you standing there?”

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