The Stand-In Empress’S Wedding Night [EN]: Chapter 310

310. Melanie’s Advice

The result was successful.

The fight stopped immediately when Moni breathed fire.

Princess Resilia dropped Moirah’s horn [likely a magical artifact or weapon] she was holding when her hair caught fire.

The fire Moni breathed out instantly burned Princess Resilia’s long, glossy pink hair.

“Aah! My hair! It’s hot… it’s hot!”

More than half of Princess Resilia’s long hair, which Moirah had been holding onto, was burning away at a terrifying rate.

But the damage extended to Moirah as well.

“Moni, you idiot! My face is burning too, Moirah~!”

“Huh? You’re already dark, so it doesn’t matter, Moni~?”

“No, it’s different! It’s different, I tell you! There’s a noticeable difference in my complexion when I’m in the sun a lot versus when I’m only in the shade!”

Moirah was upset about a very subtle difference that only she knew, but Moni didn’t sympathize at all.

In Moni’s eyes, it wasn’t Moirah who was noticeably changing right now, but Princess Resilia.

The flames burned the hair that hung down to about half of the princess’s left shoulder, all the way up to her shoulder, before disappearing.

The shortened hair looked messy, as if it had been cut with 100-year-old broken scissors.

The princess burst into tears, touching her left hair that had been burned to her ear, and went into a frenzy.

“Hwaaaah-! What is this on one side! What am I going to do!”

Who told her to fight?

Moni rebuked Princess Resilia with her hands behind her back.

“Hey, pink head. Why are you crying and making a fuss? What did you do so well to cry?”

And it was only natural that she was being punished for recklessly damaging the sausage, which was the price Moirah received for teaching the young ladies the ‘Dance of Courtship’ [a potentially suggestive or formal dance].

But seeing Princess Resilia crying so sadly, Moni’s heart ached a little.

Eventually, she made up her mind and offered an apology to Princess Resilia.

“Sorry. Don’t cry. I’ll match the length.”

“!”

Princess Resilia, who was crying with both hands buried in her face, suddenly raised her head.

A sense of foreboding suddenly flashed through her from the sincere voice coming from Moni’s voice.

“Wh-what?! Wait… don’t come! Don’t do it! Don’t open your mouth! Don’t breathe fire!”

Princess Resilia screamed, horrified, stepping back as Moni flew from her left to her right.

“Moni, you’re too kind. Why bother matching it when you could just leave it uneven?”

Moirah, who was fuming that her face was burned, muttered with a click of her tongue.

“Kwaaaaak-!”

Moni breathed fire at Princess Resilia again.

Even though the distance was somewhat farther because Princess Resilia was stepping back, the flames accurately caught her right hair.

“Ooh? The length has changed again. We need to burn the left side a little more to match, Moirah~?”

Following Moni, Moirah breathed fire again at the left hair, which was a little longer than the right hair.

“Huh? Did it go up too much again, Moni~?”

This time, Moni breathed fire at the right hair again.

“Please stop! Wh-who said to match the hair length?!”

Princess Resilia screamed.

She went to the place where the mirror was and looked at herself in the mirror.

It looked like she had a pink gourd placed on her head.

“Heo, heoeok!”

Princess Resilia couldn’t close her gaping mouth in disbelief.

Instead of her mouth, her eyes closed, and she fainted backward.

“I don’t know why she’s making such a fuss when hair grows back, Moirah~?”

“That’s right. The crushed sausage that was trampled on doesn’t even become plump again…”

The two baby wyverns did not understand the fainted Princess Resilia.

“Moni, don’t tell the master that we fought.”

Moirah took out the remaining intact sausage from her basket and instructed Moni.

“But what should we say if they ask how we got the sausage?”

“Let’s just say Rams’ mother was sleeping. It’s not a lie, is it?”

Moirah said, taking the blanket on the bed and throwing it over Princess Resilia, who was fainted on the floor.

***

The next day.

Prince Norton moved up the national affairs meeting scheduled for two days later.

In addition to the ministers of the Partsha Empire, key figures from the congratulatory delegations of various countries who attended the party last night also attended the meeting.

The people who attended the meeting knew that the purpose of today’s national affairs meeting was related to the procedures and agenda related to the ‘Emperor’s Coronation Ceremony’.

What the ministers were more curious about was something else.

What position Prince Norton would take regarding Princess Resilia’s incident at the party last night was a matter of great interest.

However, the beginning of the meeting went as expected, with talk about the coronation ceremony.

There were no newly added or changed items. It was just a place to check the schedule for the day one last time.

“I believe that the ministers will proceed with the coronation ceremony without any setbacks. So, I will not mention that issue any further. There is another reason why I have gathered not only the ministers but also the congratulatory delegations today.”

Prince Norton put strength into his last words.

The people who attended the meeting all paid attention to Prince Norton with eyes that said they had come to the right place.

“Since the ministers witnessed it directly yesterday, I will not beat around the bush.”

It was clear that he was going to mention Princess Resilia’s ‘disturbance’ at the party last night.

Prince Norton looked at the ministers’ expressions and continued.

“Ministers who still think that Princess Resilia, Rams’ biological mother, should become the Empress of the Partsha Empire, please raise your hands.”

Prince Norton’s resolute voice contained the nuance that ‘If there are any ministers who still want to put Princess Resilia in the position of Empress after seeing that spectacle yesterday, then that person is not in their right mind either.’

No ministers raised their hands.

It was a natural result.

At that time, Linelle, who was sitting diagonally from Prince Norton, subtly raised her hand.

“…Does Your Majesty think the Princess should become the Empress?”

Prince Norton reacted sensitively without realizing it, even though he thought Linelle would never do that.

“Wasn’t that issue over a little while ago? I thought you raised your hand because you had other suggestions.”

“Ah, that’s right. I’m sorry, Your Majesty. Please speak comfortably.”

Prince Norton smiled awkwardly and closed his mouth.

“I was wondering if we could proceed with the wedding ceremony along with the coronation.”

The ministers’ faces were filled with embarrassment at Linelle’s suggestion.

He turned his gaze to the ministers and opened his mouth again.

“Since Prince Kalbain and Princess Consort Jasper are already planning to hold their wedding ceremony on the day of the coronation, we won’t have to prepare separately. I think it’s definitely possible, right?”

“I think it would be better to discuss that issue again after the coronation…”

A minister quickly offered his opinion to Prince Norton.

“Is there really a need to do that? As you all know, I am also the emperor of a country, so I cannot leave the imperial palace empty for long. It’s not a short distance to visit again for the wedding ceremony.”

“You can come with the Mage Tower Lord’s teleportation, can’t you? Just like how you brought Princess Resilia here.”

At the minister’s rebuttal, Linelle glanced at Bellos.

Then Bellos answered the minister with an indifferent expression.

“Teleportation is only possible once a month. If you force teleportation, your lifespan will be reduced by 10 years.”

Bellos lied for Norton and Rosie.

However, the ministers whispered that if the Mage Tower Lord had lived for nearly 300 years, it wouldn’t matter if his lifespan was reduced that much.

Still, it was someone else’s lifespan, so they couldn’t force him.

Following Bellos, Linelle added.

“I hope you will understand my heart, as a brother who wants to personally congratulate Rosie on her wedding and return.”

Linelle spoke to the ministers in a polite voice, but her eyes were quite coercive.

Again, the ministers began to whisper about how it was possible for a woman who was a concubine to congratulate the wedding with the heart of her brother.

But again, it wasn’t their heart, so they couldn’t argue.

Prince Norton gave Linelle and Bellos a look of gratitude.

The ministers quietly exchanged a few words among themselves and then the Foreign Minister asked as their representative.

“Then what are you going to do with Princess Resilia’s residence?”

“I am planning to take the Princess back to the Lapion Empire.”

Linelle answered.

The Foreign Minister paused for a moment and then opened his mouth again as if he couldn’t help it anymore.

“After hearing what you said, I think it would be better to reduce unnecessary waste of time. If possible, it would be better to proceed with the wedding ceremony with the blessings of the congratulatory delegations from various countries…”

“I will follow everyone’s opinion. Let’s conclude that we will proceed with the wedding ceremony along with the coronation.”

Prince Norton quickly spat out the words before the Foreign Minister could finish speaking.

***

“Did the meeting go well? After what happened yesterday, I hope there weren’t any ministers who sided with Resilia?”

Melanie, who was preparing to go out, turned to Hector, who had returned to the room, and asked.

“Thanks to Your Majesty and the Mage Tower Lord, we agreed to have the wedding ceremony on the day of the coronation.”

“Really? That’s great!”

Melanie, who was sitting at the dressing table applying lipstick, jumped up from her chair and ran to Hector.

Hector chuckled and stared at Melanie, then,

“Woop?!”

He cupped Melanie’s face with both hands and bit her lower lip.

Hector, who took his lips off, chuckled and said.

“It’s done now.”

“…What’s done? But why are you suddenly kissing me like that? It makes me not want to go out.”

Melanie twisted her body, pressing her heated cheek with the back of her hand.

“Because the lipstick was only applied to your lower lip. It’s so funny, I can’t have a conversation.”

“?”

Melanie ran back to the dressing table and looked in the mirror.

The lipstick she had just applied to her lower lip had disappeared without a trace.

She quickly picked up the lipstick she had placed on the dressing table and this time drew lipstick only on her upper lip.

Then she ran back to Hector and pushed her face forward.

Hector burst into laughter with an absurd expression and kissed her lips again.

After a while, when their lips parted, Melanie started speaking, saying ‘Remember!’ and leading the way.

“I’m going out now with our in-laws and the madams to see the imperial city.”

“And.”

“If any young ladies flirt with you while I’m away from the imperial palace, draw your sword immediately. Got it?”

“…”

Maybe she’s saying that because some young ladies showed interest in him at the party yesterday.

Hector thought so.

Even though he is a pirate king with barbarian blood flowing through him, he is not someone who draws his sword at any time.

“To scare them?”

Just for that reason?

Hector asked with a dumbfounded expression.

“No. Just cut them down!”

“…Hurry up and go. Don’t keep your in-laws waiting.”

Hector avoided answering and pushed Melanie’s back.

“Oops, my mind. I can’t be disliked.”

Melanie also readily hurried her steps and opened the door, then turned back to Hector.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I’m thinking of making some progress today.”

“With me?”

Melanie’s eyes sparkled, saying it was the most welcome sound she had heard.

“No. I mean the novel… I think I should start writing again because of His Majesty’s nagging.”

Hector hesitated and confessed.

“Baby. Did you hear that? Your father is finally going to move his fingers for your future!”

Melanie stroked her stomach with both hands, deeply moved.

“Remember. You have to go completely crazy. And cut it off at the sexy scene. To the point where His Majesty grabs you by the collar because he’s curious. Can you do it?”

Melanie patted Hector’s firm butt with a coaxing expression and voice.

“The biggest crazy thing I know is… Melanie, it’s you.”

You are a living crazy thing.

Hector, who had been spaced out for a moment, muttered, looking at Melanie, who was patting his butt.

“Crazy is… when you think it’s over, that’s when you take another step forward.”

Melanie whispered, glancing down slightly,

“For example, like this…”

The hand that was patting Hector’s butt subtly moved forward.