I’m In Trouble Because My Husband Is So Cute - Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi

“If you want to change something, you have to change the little things first.”

“….”

The Countess clenched her fists.

Strengthening her shoulders, Iellie took a wide look around her surroundings before she went on with her words.

“Anyway, back to what we were talking about, I hope we enjoy our hobbies.”

She really meant it. She had never been able to understand why she had to pay attention to what men think when she was just enjoying her hobbies.

She spoke, leaning back lazily in her chair.

“Basically, I hope that those who attend this salon will be comfortable.”

While her voice was relaxed, the other noble ladies had not a single bit of leisure left.

“If you want to create something, you can do that. If you want to appreciate it, you can do that.”

As the noble ladies were horribly focused on Iellie’s words, she met those gazes leisurely.

“And I’m thinking of bringing in different artists from different fields. Oh, also…”

Iellie slightly raised her eyes as if she remembered something before she smiled softly, “If there are female artists, I plan to support them with all my might.”

Perhaps her words were a little surprising. It was because women who chose a path other than marriage or family were often ostracized by society.

Eventually, she concluded her words firmly.

“If there is someone who has talent but is not seeing the light of day, please let me know at any time.”

The ladies’ eyes sparkled. As Iellie was bombarded with questions, she squinted at the Countess.

‘Anyway, the first day of the salon seems to have been effective.’

It was quite a sight to see the Countess shaking her shoulders with a deep sense of defeat. Iellie thought so, smiling like a little devil.

* * *

The first day of the salon opened by Iellie has ended successfully. After seeing off the guests, Iellie stumbled into the room with an exhausted face. As she lay down on the blanket without even removing her makeup, Zachary asked her sweetly.

“How was your day?”

“Well, it was okay, but…”

Iellie, who was buried in the blanket and just rolling her eyes, trembled. She whined slightly.

“Ugh, it’s so tiring…”

“You must be tired.”

“Yes. I don’t even have the strength to lift a finger.”

Iellie narrowed her eyes as she replied. As her husband walked to the bed and sat down next to her, Iellie lay still, rolling her eyes. She soon reached out her hand and caressed the back of his hand as she opened her mouth again.

“By the way, Zachary. You escorted me earlier.”

“I did. But why?”

“Countess Laurent opened her eyes wide and looked agitated.”

Remembering the distorted face, she let out a chuckle and laughed. It was good for her to look back at the Countess’s angry and helpless face one more time. She shrugged her shoulders and looked up at him.

“How pleasing her crumpled expression was.”

“Was it?”

“Yes. I guess I don’t have a good personality after all.”

When she replied and made a mischievous face, Zachary reached out his hand and smoothed out her disheveled hair. The feeling of his long fingers brushing through her hair felt good, and she closed her eyes.

“Did anything else happen besides that?”

“Well, it just seems like they’re saying that the Duke and Duchess are getting along very well… something like that?”

Her face looked a little tired as she said that.

Zachary, who was staring at her, bent down towards her. Iellie widened her eyes as she saw her husband’s beautiful face quickly approaching.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Len.”

Zachary’s voice was low. Among the playfulness, the hard-to-conceal desires overflow.

“I would like them to say that the Duke and Duchess get along well, both day and night.”

“What?”

“And to prove that point, what a good married couple should do…”

As he blurred his words, Iellie glanced at her husband with a side-eye. Zachary kissed her lips in slow motion. As their breathing became mixed, he looked slightly nervous.

“So I…”

“Really, I can’t with you.”

Iellie glared at him for a moment but eventually laughed and hugged his neck.

* * *

Since her salon opened, Asha flowers have been nicknamed ‘the Duchess’ flowers’ in the Empire.

“I heard that Asha tea is so fragrant?”

“I’d like to be invited to the salon at least once.”

“But, when will we ever go down to the north?”

The rumor spread so well that the Duchess’s salon became a place that even ladies from other regions wanted to visit at least once. Besides, the Duchess was quite generous with the people coming and going into her salon.

“…They said so.”

“That’s an interesting story.”

The Princess and Empress, who had not seen each other in a long time, were drinking tea together. Although the two were close friends, after the Empress became a member of the Imperial Family, it became difficult to see her face.

It was because of the Emperor.

“Is this the famous Asha tea and Asha jam?”

“That’s right. How does it taste?”

“It’s very delicious. I’ve felt this for a long time, though I think the Duchess is resourceful in many ways.”

In particular, it was rumored that the Princess’ salon, which only accommodated a few people, served Asha tea and jam to her close ladies. This was an indirect way of expressing that the Princess and the Duchess were very close friends.

“Now that I think about it, I heard there was a suggestion to commercialize Asha tea and jam as an operation.”

The Empress took a sip of the tea and opened her mouth. The warm tea traveled down her throat and warmed her stomach.

“I heard, but the Duchess declined the offer.”

“Why? It seemed quite commercially viable.”

“Actually, the Duchy doesn’t need any more wealth. They are wealthy, comparable to the Imperial Family.”

The Princess smiled faintly.

“So, I guess that’s why she chose it… the symbolism that this tea can have.”

“Symbolism?”

“You know what the Asha flower is called these days. They call it ‘the Duchess’ flower.’”

“‘The Duchess’ Flower’…”

The Empress smiled bitterly as she watched the flower petals fluttering inside the light pink tea. Even though she felt like she was trapped in a golden cage, the Duchess was flying.

The Empress uttered.

“I wish I had attended the Duchess’s wedding. I feel sorry for no reason.”

“No, it was an unavoidable situation. I’m sure she understands, too.”

As the Princess waved her hand, the Empress quietly looked down at the tea. Her own haggard face was reflected in the tea water.

“Why did I end up in the important position of Empress?”

Seeing the Empress’s face looked very tired as she muttered that, the Princess spoke in a pitiful voice.

“Your Majesty.”

“You know. I’m not the type of person who is naturally suited to this kind of position.”

The Empress raised her hand and covered her face. The thin, trembling voice, like a moan, flowed from her lips.

“Actually, I’ve never even thought about marriage that much…”

When she was the daughter of Marquis Rondo, she lived a life of rare freedom under her father, who cared for her. Additionally, because she was the only daughter and the bearer of the title, she was relatively free in choosing her marriage partner.

However, the moment she suddenly received a marriage proposal from the emperor, her life was shattered.

“….”

The Empress’ crown did not make her happy at all.

The Empress’s shoulders trembled slightly. Not knowing how to comfort her, the Princess let her hands hang instead of stretching them out. Her heart ached.

* * *

In fact, as Iellie expected, the noble ladies were already tired of just having conversations while appreciating works of art. Such salons were a trend that had been passed down from ancient times, and since the Countess had brought the trend to the North, most salons had been following it, so it was easy to get tired of it.

“At the Duchess’ salon, it’s not just about viewing. She says it’s okay to create things yourself.”

“Isn’t that what men should do?”

“The Duchess says she doesn’t care about that at all.”

“Yes, she said she would even support female artists.”