I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 129

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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor

 

Chapter 129

 

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Dahlia stood in front of the Emperor’s Office with a face full of tension.

 

Even though the servant opened the office door for her, she remained standing still without entering, prompting Annie, who was watching her, to call out urgently.

 

“Princess?”

 

“…Will I be able to do well?”

 

Annie gazed intently at the Princess, who seemed particularly anxious today.

 

The Princess she had served all this time had suddenly manifested divine power. The public sentiment that had cursed the Princess as a villainess had changed to be favorable as easily as flipping one’s palm.

 

Now she seemed to understand why the Princess could see the future in dreams and see transparent birds. Perhaps it was another power of the divine force that had been sleeping within the Princess’s body?

 

The Princess had never acted as expected, but she always tried her best.

 

Wouldn’t that be enough?

 

Though Annie didn’t know what was making the Princess so restless, having watched her for a long time, she could say with confidence.

 

“Of course. You’ll do well at anything.”

 

The Princess’s tense face relaxed a little as their eyes met, and a faint smile formed.

 

“Thank you. I’ll do well and come back!”

 

Annie sent an encouraging look as she watched the Princess, who seemed to have made up her mind, take a deep breath and enter the office.

 

At Dahlia’s visit, Oreon and Ethan bowed to her and left the office to give them space.

 

Dahlia forced a smile and looked at the Emperor.

 

“Good morning, Your Majesty.”

 

A displeased energy emanated from the Emperor’s gaze.

 

“No matter how curious you are about the Emperor’s Chronicle, isn’t it too early?”

 

He cast his gaze toward the window as if telling her to look at the morning sun.

 

“I knew Your Majesty would be working at this hour.”

 

Dahlia answered diligently while scanning his desk with her eyes.

 

She couldn’t contain her curiosity about the Emperor’s Chronicle. That’s why she headed to the office as soon as morning came.

 

But on the desk was only one small book that looked ordinary.

 

Could that possibly be the Emperor’s Chronicle?

 

As Dahlia stared at the book with suspicious eyes, the Emperor spoke.

 

“It really is.”

 

“I don’t know exactly what the Emperor’s Chronicle is, but isn’t it too small to record things about past emperors?”

 

“It’s a mysterious book.”

 

Emperor Gray picked up the Emperor’s Chronicle placed in front of him.

 

This small book appeared to have only a few pages on the outside, but when actually opened, pages continued to be generated.

 

Moreover, when an emperor died, content was naturally recorded, and the book could only be opened by dropping the emperor’s blood on the book cover.

 

The book could only be read by the emperor, appearing as blank pages to anyone who wasn’t an emperor.

 

Just to be sure, he had shown it to Oreon before Dahlia came today, but as he already knew, Oreon answered that he only saw blank pages.

 

“As I said before, only the emperor can read this.”

 

“Yes. You’ve said that several times.”

 

“And you still want to see it?”

 

“Yes, please show me.”

 

Dahlia spoke firmly and extended her hand.

 

Emperor Gray picked up the letter opener on the desk and lightly cut his finger.

 

“What are you doing right now?”

 

She became like a startled rabbit and quickly approached. She grabbed his hand where blood drops were falling, quickly applied pressure with a handkerchief to stop the bleeding, and looked at him reproachfully.

 

“This book can only be opened by dropping the emperor’s blood.”

 

Actually, one drop of blood would suffice, but hoping she wouldn’t read the book, he had applied a little more force.

 

“What? What kind of strange book is that?”

 

At Dahlia’s wide-eyed expression of disbelief, Emperor Gray couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“Don’t you want to see it anymore?”

 

“…No, I do. I’m sorry. Would the blood on this handkerchief work somehow?”

 

“That’s creative. I’ve never tried that before.”

 

“Then let me try.”

 

Before he could stop her, she picked up the book and pressed the blood-stained handkerchief against the cover.

 

Then, as if by magic, the book opened by itself.

 

“It works?”

 

Hearing Dahlia’s amazed voice, Emperor Gray looked at the opened book with bewildered eyes.

 

“I didn’t know this would actually work either.”

 

“Then I’ll take a look at the book.”

 

Emperor Gray nodded his permission, knowing she wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.

 

Dahlia sat on the sofa in one corner of the office and quickly turned the pages of the book one by one.

 

Her eyes looking down at the book seemed perplexed.

 

As expected, she couldn’t read it.

 

She could see the letters.

 

The Emperor said she wouldn’t be able to read the book, but she could see it very clearly.

 

So she turned the pages quickly. What she wanted to read wasn’t the biographies of previous emperors.

 

The Emperor looked perfectly healthy. But why exactly was he supposed to die? Being a Sword Master, the probability of dying from someone’s attack was also low.

 

Why would a young, healthy emperor die early? Why?

 

As she continued questioning internally while rapidly turning pages, as if the book was trying to answer her questions, it automatically flipped through pages quickly and stopped at one place.

 

“Dahlia, what did you just do?”

 

The Emperor also seemed to be seeing the book turn pages by itself for the first time, asking in a bewildered voice.

 

But she couldn’t answer. Her frozen gaze was nailed to the page where it had stopped.

 

When a black mark appears on those of Ruusephon Imperial Family bloodline, that person will die before age 25.

 

Her heart sank with a thud.

 

The words ‘black mark’ pierced her eyes painfully. The black mark on his back that she had seen at the founding festival, in her dream, automatically came to mind.

 

Reading down the book with trembling eyes, there was a more detailed explanation below.

 

This concerns the curse of the Ruusephon Imperial Family. Emperors who develop the black mark on their back are chosen randomly. Those who develop the black mark may die of illness, die in accidents, or disappear in the form of going missing.

 

Their common trait is that they all die without reaching their 25th birthday.

 

A curse of the Imperial Family? How has such a curse remained unknown to the world until now? Is he really going to die? With such various causes, does that mean we don’t even know how he’ll die? How old is the Emperor now?

 

Dahlia turned her gaze toward the desk where the Emperor had been, feeling suffocated by the chaotic thoughts that arose.

 

However, the Emperor was already standing beside her.

 

He looked down at her with confused eyes, then snatched the book away. Seeing the page she had been reading, his eyes widened.

 

“…Don’t tell me you read this?”

 

“…”

 

Dahlia pressed her lips tightly shut and looked up at him.

 

She remembered. He was about to turn 25 soon.

 

Dahlia stared at him with a pale face. She felt as if all the blood in her body was turning cold.

 

When exactly was his birthday? Her mind was too complicated to think of anything. Her eyes kept closing and drowsiness kept washing over her.

 

“Your Majesty….”

 

“Dahlia?”

 

The Emperor’s voice sounded distant and hazy, as if calling from far away. He was clearly right in front of her, yet he kept appearing blurry.

 

“Birthday, when is your birthday-”

 

Thud.

 

Suddenly her body collapsed, and Gray hurriedly caught her.

 

It had been a long time since she had suddenly fallen asleep before his eyes.

 

His heart began beating frantically.

 

On the page she had been studying intently was written the Imperial Family’s curse that must never be discovered by anyone.

 

Especially, she must not have read it.

 

Did she really read it? No, this book absolutely cannot be read by anyone who isn’t the Emperor.

 

But the question she had asked before falling asleep troubled him.

 

Please, let it not be that she had read it.

 

Gray rested her sleeping head against his shoulder and desperately hoped.

 

“The person you’ve been waiting for has arrived.”

 

Glittering blonde hair was glimpsed between the tree leaves.

 

Ah, this was a dream continuing from the one she had before.

 

Just knowing about the Imperial Family’s curse made her heart feel like it would tear apart with sadness, and now she had to learn about the woman the Emperor truly loved?

 

Dreams that showed the future were always cruel to her.

 

Her mother’s death. The world’s destruction. Now they even delivered the final blow of confirming who the man she loved was in love with.

 

Dahlia wanted to look away, but still couldn’t do as she pleased in dreams.

 

The owner of the glittering golden hair was, as expected, Saint Heidi.

 

A wind as cold as the north wind swept across her heart. So the person he loved was indeed her?

 

“What’s your reason for asking to see me privately?”

 

The Emperor asked in a blunt voice.

 

“You love Princess Dahlia, don’t you?”

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