Tia’s Smooth Life After Regression - Chapter 147
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Tiya’s Smooth Regression Life
Chapter 147
The Prince’s Chamber was a complete disaster with broken glass shards and shattered furniture scattered everywhere. It would have been faster to find intact furniture instead.
Nevertheless, when the Empress entered without a care.
“Your Majesty the Empress!”
Crash!
A flying teacup shattered into pieces, its fragments scratching the Empress’s foot. The maids following the Empress turned pale and blocked her path.
The culprit who threw the teacup had his back turned to the Empress, gripping a wooden desk with both hands and breathing heavily.
Surely an attendant had announced the Empress’s visit. Yet he showed no intention of turning around. No, perhaps he hadn’t even noticed the Empress. The Prince looked that far from his right mind.
An attendant from the Prince’s Palace, realizing the Prince’s condition was serious, squeezed his eyes shut and stepped forward.
“Your Majesty the Empress, once His Highness calms down a bit, I will inform him of your visit. For now, it would be better if you withdrew—”
“No.”
The Empress cut him off.
“It would be better if you all left.”
“However…”
“I said leave.”
The Empress’s sharp voice drove away the hesitating attendants and maids.
In the room now left with just the two of them.
Surprisingly, it was the Prince who spoke first. Though still with his back turned, his voice seemed to have regained some reason.
“As the servants said, I will visit you later.”
The Empress spoke quietly.
“Prince, turn around and look at me.”
“Didn’t you hear? I said I would visit you. So leave.”
“Prince, I told you to turn around.”
The Empress’s voice dropped even lower.
Neither backed down, and a tense standoff continued. Naturally, it was the Prince whose patience broke first.
“I, I clearly, told you to leave… I told you to leave!”
He grabbed and threw even the glass ashtray that remained on the desk. It had been provided for Count Montes who enjoyed cigars.
The ashtray fell to the floor and shattered completely, and the Prince began trampling it with his shoes while screaming.
“Why won’t anyone listen to me! These incompetent fools! You said to call whenever I needed you!”
“Prince, that’s enough—”
“You babbled about trusting only you, that you wouldn’t leave me…!”
The Prince’s voice cracked. He spoke almost like screaming.
“How dare you just collapse and die?”
Bang bang. His kicks at the already broken ashtray wouldn’t stop.
Unable to watch anymore, the Empress approached and grabbed his hands. Then she forcibly pulled him to lean against her shoulder.
The Prince’s stiff back gradually relaxed. The Empress said nothing and slowly stroked his back.
“It’s alright. It’s okay.”
“Let go of this, no, why are you—”
The strength left the Prince’s body as he lost his bearings like a lost child.
Soon sobbing sounds leaked out, and he finally broke down crying.
His cheeks, which had been red with anger, became wet with tears.
The reason he had kept his back turned until the end was probably his last bit of pride, not wanting to show his tears.
“Uncle, Uncle is dead, Your Majesty. On the street without even closing his eyes… he died miserably like slaughtered livestock.”
The Empress knelt on the floor together with the collapsing Prince. Tears had formed in her eyes as well.
“It’s okay to break down. Grieve to your heart’s content.”
The Empress held him so the Prince could bury his face in her embrace and stroked his back.
And she whispered in a low, slow voice like singing a lullaby.
“On the day of the First Empress’s funeral, I said… You lost your mother, and I lost my child… so I would become the Prince’s mother.”
The Prince gave no answer.
However, from his quieter crying, she could tell he was listening to the Empress’s words more than ever before.
“But actually, I thought it was presumptuous. The Prince still had proper real family left.”
When the Prince finally lifted his head, his face held none of its usual arrogance or conceit. He desperately denied it.
“That’s not true. Only Your Majesty remains for me. Really, now—”
“Yes, this time I will truly become your mother. So rely on me, Karsein.”
The Empress’s face held the desperation of a mother who had found her lost son.
It was right after losing the only family member in this vast palace who called him by name.
The fact that he now had a strong support should certainly be cause for joy, but Karsein was far from naive.
“…Even more than that bitch Anaël?”
The Empress hesitated for a moment, but soon nodded.
“I will support you as Crown Prince. I will help you become Emperor someday, as a mother.”
Finally, relief settled on the Prince’s face.
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The Empress who returned to the Empress’s Palace was completely exhausted.
However, instead of resting, she immediately began preparations for Count Montes’s funeral.
Due to his status as a serious criminal, the body had only been recovered, with no one willing to hold a funeral.
If the Empress stepped forward first at this time, the Prince would not forget that kindness.
As the Empress moved busily, her gaze fell on the hem of her dress, wet with the Prince’s tears.
Unavoidable pity and sympathy flickered in her eyes.
“Poor thing. I’ve seen that child wandering the palace every night after losing his mother so many times…”
Just as worry crossed her face about whether he could remain composed at his uncle’s funeral.
“While you pity the Prince so much, you’ve taken away all of the Prince’s family.”
Words that pierced the Empress’s heart were thrown out casually like a joke. The Empress faced her visitor with her usual expression.
It was her aide Noel, who had just returned after completing the task she had assigned.
Instead of reproaching the rudeness of entering without knocking or even removing the hood, the Empress smiled warmly.
“Speaking carelessly is your virtue, at least in front of me. You always test my conscience.”
Noel, impressed by the flawless response, handed over the documents being carried.
“I have completed all the tasks you ordered.”
Instead of hasty praise, the Empress carefully examined the contents of the documents. It was a crime scene report where Count Montes’s body was discovered.
It contained a list of evidence from the suspected perpetrator.
Among the various pieces of evidence listed were items belonging to Count Valoz. Of course, this was the result of Noel tampering with the scene.
“The evidence is too crude to frame Count Valoz. The Imperial Investigators already think it’s impossible for him to be the culprit and have excluded him from suspicion.”
“If they were a group that would fall for such manipulation, we wouldn’t need to make things this complicated. And we’re not trying to fool the Imperial Investigators.”
The Empress’s face turned pale as she closed the documents. As if the contents were horrifying.
“Everyone will think Count Valoz is not the culprit. But there’s one person who absolutely needs him to be the culprit.”
Only then did Noel realize the Empress’s scheme.
“It’s the Prince.”
Right now he’s only grieving from the shock of losing his uncle, but given a little time, the Prince will try to find who killed the Count.
‘No, not find but create one.’
Nothing would comfort the heart of the survivor more than revenge.
In the Prince’s eyes, Count Valoz, that is, the Vladijef Family, would absolutely have to be the culprit.
“Well done.”
At the Empress’s praise, Noel gathered the documents and burned them to leave no evidence.
Whoosh.
The hair inside Noel’s hood, revealed by the blazing magical flames, was a rare blue-gold color.
The Empress watched as the documents turned to ash and scattered.
The chess pieces she had prepared for so long had finally been placed on the board.
Now all that remained was to make the piece in his hand into a king and annihilate the Vladijef Family.
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