That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 34

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Chapter 34

This was an absolutely top-secret matter that even the Emperor and Empress didn’t know about. Something that only Ferdinand kept hidden and knew about.

Who would welcome a situation where their important weakness might be discovered?

Moreover, that Crown Prince bastard was visibly getting more and more irritated in real time.

At times like this, wouldn’t you want to kick away even an innocent tin can in front of you just because it’s annoying?

‘Bribe, bribe…’

Suddenly I remembered the handkerchief I had brought. I was about to press it into Ferdinand’s hand when I hesitated.

‘With that personality, he might just throw away a handkerchief like this.’

Given my circumstances, I couldn’t afford the finest handkerchiefs yet, so what I had with me was just an ordinary cotton handkerchief.

With the rain falling without warning, to the Crown Prince who couldn’t hear.

To him who was sharply observing me, worried that his weakness might be discovered.

“Wipe the blood.”

I deliberately spoke clearly and pressed the handkerchief into his hand.

As expected, I could feel Ferdinand, who was about to throw it away, hesitate.

I immediately grabbed both sides of my skirt and curtsied.

“It was an honor to meet you, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Originally, nobles’ greetings ended here.

But knowing that Ferdinand, this male lead, had never once had a comfortable night, I briefly added:

“Have a peaceful evening.”

Even in that brief moment of pressing the handkerchief into his hand, I could feel that the boy’s hand was cold as ice.

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“Wipe the blood.”

Ferdinand couldn’t understand Tulia’s words.

Of course he couldn’t.

His ears were blocked because of the rain.

Because of the damned overwhelming divine power flowing through this body.

But Tulia held out the handkerchief while also showing the motion of wiping her mouth.

Ferdinand, like a baby bird following its mother, slowly wiped his lips with the handkerchief just as she had shown.

The red blood that had just begun to dry came off on the handkerchief.

Being openly slapped by Empress Carmi was rather rare.

She had set her public image as a pure and merciful empress.

The cunning Empress Carmi rarely did anything that would leave marks on Ferdinand’s face.

Instead, she killed Ferdinand’s nanny, pulled out the tongues of servants who pitied and cared for him, stuck multiple needles in his clothes.

And gradually poisoned his baby food when he was young.

‘She probably guessed that I wouldn’t die from mere poison anyway.’

As long as the divine power flowing through this body didn’t dry up.

But while he wouldn’t die, the poisoning easily tormented the boy’s body.

The burning fever and pain as if his organs were being torn apart instilled terror in young Ferdinand.

No matter how much he cried, no matter how much he pleaded for medicine just once, no palace physician came to the Crown Prince Palace.

The cold servants of the Crown Prince Palace, filled with the Empress’s people, repeatedly deceived Ferdinand with words like ‘You’ll feel better if you sleep.’

Now he had grown enough to be numb to such pain.

Ferdinand looked at the blood-stained handkerchief.

“It’s just a rag.”

He was used to not hearing his own muttered voice.

He simply recalled the young lady of Grand Duke Frazier House who had trembled like an aspen leaf while offering him the handkerchief.

An ordinary cotton handkerchief.

Noble young ladies who received perfect love usually had even such trivial possessions made of luxury items with lace and ribbons.

Though this was the first time seeing her face directly, he already knew that Tulia Frazier of Grand Duke Frazier House was a lady with pink hair and light green eyes.

Seeing such a great family’s young lady using this kind of handkerchief, he could roughly guess her circumstances.

She might have kind servants to dress her in suitable dresses, but apparently no intimate family to carefully select even her handkerchiefs.

He thought she was similar to himself, but only briefly.

Having even the former made her situation much better than his own.

“It was an honor to meet you, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Up to that point, it was something he heard from countless nobles, so he could understand just by reading lips.

“Have a peaceful evening.”

What had she added just before leaving?

He tried to recall the shape of Tulia’s lips, but as expected, he couldn’t tell.

The rain continued to fall.

His swollen cheek needed to go down quickly before he could leave.

He placed the shabby handkerchief, wet with cold rainwater, on his cheek. Though it was too humble for royalty to use, it was also the most necessary thing he had with him right now.

Ferdinand slowly closed his eyes while looking up at the pouring rain.

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‘Whew. Seeing him in person, his presence is no joke.’

I understood why in you had to meet him as a child to see the Crown Prince ending.

Even at this young age, his gaze was so intensely fierce it seemed like it could devour someone – I wondered if I’d even be able to approach him when he got older without my legs giving out.

‘He’s not called the tyrant concept for nothing.’

I thought as I quickly found a shortcut to escape. My wet dress was bothering me.

Since I was going to the Imperial Palace with the Grand Duke, Adel had specially chosen the most gorgeous dress for me to wear.

But it had gotten soaked in the rain like this. It would take quite a bit of work to dry and properly care for it.

Just as I easily found my way out and was thinking once more about what to tell the soldiers who would be looking for me.

Thud!

‘Huh?’

My foot caught on something and I fell.

And the shadow of an umbrella fell over me.

I looked up.

A boy was looking down at me.

“They say the White Tower is clean and noble, but there’s all sorts of filthy things here.”

And then came an arrogant voice.

“What’s this wet mouse doing here?”

Dark-colored silk formal attire that clearly proved his noble status. And the silver insignia on his shoulder.

Most of all, those characteristic haughty and arrogant eyes that seemed like they’d never encountered anything frightening in the world.

Setting aside all these facts, I knew who this was.

‘It’s the Second Prince?’

It was Second Prince Dave, the biological son born to Empress Carmi.

Did this bastard just trip me with his foot?

“Tsk.”

Second Prince Dave clicked his tongue with an arrogant look.

Just in case, I worried that he might have found out about me handing the handkerchief to Crown Prince Ferdinand and having a conversation with him, but it didn’t seem like that was the case.

‘Ah. He’s just picking a fight because he’s bored.’

And since I look absolutely terrible right now, he probably thought I was some lower-ranking noble.

It seemed he wanted to see me begging him for mercy.

‘Well, that was his setting in that damn bread novel too.’

An Imperial Family member who absolutely can’t stand boredom and was raised being spoiled.

Yet despite that, he’s greedy and acts however he wants, relying on his mother Empress Carmi’s backing.

I tried to get up slowly and carefully.

But then.

“…!”

Crash!

I gasped sharply.

Dave had kicked me back down as I was trying to get up.

I was completely dumbfounded.

This was the kind of scoundrel behavior that even that arrogant bastard Tedrick hadn’t done.

‘Has this bastard lost his mind?’

“How insolent!”

But shamelessly, it was Second Prince Dave who shouted angrily.

“How dare you lay hands on me, the Second Prince, and not even ask for forgiveness!”

So he’s saying he kicked me because I tried to get up without apologizing first?

Having been pushed by Dave and seemingly having twisted my foot slightly, I looked up at him in disbelief.

‘Wow, unbelievable.’

Second Prince Dave.

Even in , he was portrayed as an Imperial Family member with a selfish temperament, so I wasn’t too surprised.

But he hadn’t acted this arrogantly before.

Was that because it was Coriko?

Am I experiencing this level of intense bullying from our first meeting because I’m Tulia now?

But even so, to this extent?

‘No, wait.’

This Dave bastard doesn’t seem to know who I am at all right now.

Is it just because I’m Tulia, the villainess who dies on a daily basis?

‘This damn worldview….’

But I still need to survive somehow.

Swallowing the rage and injustice I couldn’t express to anyone, I pretended to be scared and trembled.

“I-I laid hands on Your Highness?”

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of apologizing.

“That’s right! What if I had gotten hurt?”

“But… Your Highness.”

My voice was still trembling. In situations like this, the other party thinks they’ve won and becomes even more triumphant.

“You’re mistaken.”

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