Wife Contract Emperor Brutal
season 2_ The Sadness of the Emerald Empire
"Your Majesty," said Empress Flavia seeing the Emerald Emperor looking outwards through her window. His gaze waited for the sunrise, then he should be ready to listen to the decisions of all the nobles.
Empress Flavia hugged onto the Emerald Emperor's body from behind, "What should we do Your Majesty. How we're gonna deal with this shame."
The Emerald Emperor turned his body around, "Don't cry everything will be fine." softly smiled, in fact his heart was very crumpled at this moment.
"What did Princess Viola Your Majesty say?" empress Flavia asked, before Princess Flavia left Empress Flavia could not ask for a decision, since Princess Flavia only spoke four eyes to the Emerald Emperor.
"He just told us to be okay. He just asked us not to worry."
"Hamba has already given the punishment to Emma,"
The Emerald Emperor wrinkled his forehead, he was curious as to exactly what had happened. Until the Empress gives the punishment to Emma, usually she will not bear to give the punishment if only a small problem.
"He dared to slap the Prince," he continued, making the Emerald Emperor's blood boil.
"How dare he,"
The Emerald Emperor headed to Prince Abigail's room. But there was one of the servants who had trouble persuading Prince Abigail to open the door.
"What's wrong?" ask the Emerald Emperor.
"Nor Your Majesty, Prince Abigail refused to eat breakfast."
As soon as the Emerald Emperor regained consciousness, it was already morning. He will soon hold a meeting on this matter.
"Prince, eat the Prince's breakfast. I'll find a solution to the Prince's relationship."
Even if I humbled myself in front of Emperor Alex, it was only for the sake of your happiness his inner Prince.
"Prince eat, even a little" said Empress Flavia.
pranks
From inside the broken flower vase, Prince Abigail threw the vase towards the door, she could not bear to remember the incident earlier. "Shut up ! I just want to be alone." he shouted.
The Emerald Emperor and Empress Flavia lowered their heads, "Just let her rest first. You'll come back later." Empress Flavia ordered the maid.
"What's Mom, Ayahanda?" asked Prince Cyrk staring at the two people alternately.
"Your brother is shutting himself up" replied Empress Flavia.
"Just let Mother, Brother needs time. Let my servant persuade him."
After nearly 15 minutes, the Emerald Emperor arrived before the white-painted door. He breathed a rough breath and was ready with the decision at hand.
The Emerald Emperor stepped his feet into the room, there was only silence created and the glances of the nobles bowing respectfully.
"Maybe you already know this matter right," cried the Emerald Emperor.
"What should we do, Your Majesty? inevitably we must be prepared to accept war from the Sun Empire." refuted Duke Rezi.
"Right, in this case. The prince has deliberately insulted the Empire of the Sun." - Baron Wilton.
"We'd better get Miss Emma and Prince Abigail married" exclaimed Viscout Everett.
The Emerald Emperor massaged his temple, his head as if crumbling thinking about all the problems of the palace in addition to the relationship of Prince Abigail.
"Give me time to think about Prince Abigail's relationship and the relationship with the Sun Empire" he said.
"Alright, Your Majesty we only need three days."
As if struck by lightning, the Emerald Emperor pecked. How is it possible with three days everything should be determined. Moreover, he had to meet with Emperor Alex first, to apologize.
"All right," said the Emerald Emperor.
The morning changed day, the afternoon changed afternoon, the afternoon changed night.
The Emerald Emperor and Empress Flavia were silent, awaiting the arrival of a letter from the Sun Empire. Whether it's a war decision he should be ready.
Prince Abigail has decided to lock herself up in her room.
The originally lighted room was now pitch-black, there was only the moonlight and night wind accompanying him, his heart full of sadness.
Sometimes she cries, sometimes she laughs. Yeah, he's pathetic now. Now he can only hug the beautiful painting in his hand.
Another case with Emma, her hand was full of lash injuries. But he did not regret it because it was the hand that hurt half his heart.
"Prince." heeled..
Elsewhere.
It looks like the two women are almost frustrated. They didn't find anything.
Maybe tomorrow they should go back to looking. In every corner of the room, they were already almost looking for him. But the result is nil. Not finding anything at all. All there was, was the sound of their already exhausted breathing.