I'm Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

I was so surprised at his words that I even forgot to manage my facial expressions and left me with an ecstatic face.

I was expecting that he would reproach me, but I couldn't even imagine it would be something like this.

Alexander looked around my hands and sighed low.

"There is no place that is good. This is why the gloves are useless."

Seeing him say so, I didn't seem to have misread his meaning.

Only then did I draw attention to my hand held in his hand.

Indeed, as he said, my hands were a mess. I hit someone's cheek so much that my hand couldn't be fine.

My hands, which were swollen red, bruised every joint, and scratched everywhere, looked terrible.

The black lace gloves worn on top of it became tattered, and now it was difficult to recognize the shape.

But no matter how much I do, is my hand more important than the prestige of the imperial prestige?

In addition, Marquis Wilhelm was a man with a great power and powerful among the nobles, so his relationship with Marquis was also important.

I guess I wasn't the only one who thought so. Seeing that so many people around them are deeply embarrassed by Alexander's reaction.

Unlike before, when I heard the sound of swallowing saliva, people around me now seemed to have no intention of hiding their embarrassment. There was a murmur everywhere.

Nevertheless, Alexander acted as if he had no interest in the gaze of others.

He didn't even look at Marquis Wilhelm, who still fell with a miserable look. Rather than that, Instead, he's calling the servant and ordering them to do so.

"call the court to heal the empress's hand."

"yes."

'You're crazy, aren't you?'

I'm the person who created this situation, I would say this, but none of the Marquis Wilhelm, who suffered irreversible injuries to the genitals and me, who had a hand injured, did not know at this point who was more critical.

Nevertheless, Alexander seemed to be more interested in the scratch on my hand than in the injury of Marquis Wilhelm.

In the end, I couldn't stand it and said.

"Wouldn't the Marquis of Wilhelm also need courtship? It looks like he's fainted."

"If you think so, feel free to."

Alexander responded with a cool attitude, instructing the attendant to call another court.

While my hand was being treated, I was completely confused.

'In the end, he didn't rebuke a single word for my sudden actions in public.'

I just didn't understand why Alexander came out like this.

It's really hard to believe, but what he's done now... doesn't it seem like he's taking me extremely cheap?

I looked sideways at the people surrounding us.

'Surely not, everyone seems to be thinking that way.'

People around him were confused because they couldn't see why Alexander acted like that, but they were desperate to grasp his intentions.

'I don't know why he did it, but I'm sure everyone knows he's packing me up.'

The evidence showed that the eyes of those who saw me were unusual.

After being possessed by this body, the most amazed and angry thing I have ever felt was the attitude of others toward robelia.

No matter how politically motivated marriage may be, Robelia was definitely the empress and mistress of the imperial family.

However, it was difficult to see that other people's attitude toward robelia was toward the empress.

In general, the popularity of society is proportional to its power, but Robelia received few invitations.

Rather, it was Aisha who received such attention. She got her attention wherever she went, and everyone wanted to see her, so it was obvious that so she didn't know what to do.

But now.......

I could feel the interest of everyone in the banquet hall towards me.

Hundreds of needle-like gazes were so distinctly curiosity and suspicion.

'What's the reason the Emperor suddenly fought the empress?'

'What happened between the two?'

'Isn't His Majesty the only love of the emperor?'

'What did the empress do to his majesty the emperor?'

...The sound of everyone's heart seemed to be coming into my ears.

It was a disaster for me.

'No, no! I didn't do anything! Rather, I did nothing but hate the emperor....'

The gaze of admiration, envy, and jealousy that i've seen you quite again!

That was never what I wanted.

"My reputation is getting worse, and the relationship between me and the Emperor should be as bad as possible, so there's a greater chance of divorce. What the hell is going on here?"

It was so amazing that I even got resentment for Alexander who made the situation like this.

I swung my head around and stared at him.

Alexander was having a conversation with the court.

"It's just a little abrasion, so you don't have to worry."

"Do the best possible treatment for the Empress, regardless of medication or treatment.

"I'll do it as directed."

'What the hell are you thinking of doing this?'

It was beyond comprehension.

Then, his golden eyes turned to this side. Probably felt my gaze.

He grinned at me when his eyes met.

The smiling face was so deadly that my heart might have been rattled if I hadn't been angry with him.

However, unlike me, who tried hard to turn away, you seemed to have succeeded in making other people's hearts rattle.

The smile, as if trying to reassure me, was admired by several nobles.

"Your majesty has taken such great care of you..."

"I didn't know that your Majesty was such a good gold thread....."

Soon after, the clinician who was looking at my hand finished the treatment. The Marquis Wilhelm had already disappeared somewhere.

After confirming the fact, Alexander raised his head and glanced at the nobles gathered there.

"The empress has also been treated, so let's have a dinner party."

After declaring so in a far-flung voice, he looked back at me and blinked his eyes. Just like asking for my permission.

"Okay, Robelia. You must be very hungry because of the late dinner."

His sweet voice echoed in my ears and I felt a big hand wrapped around my shoulder. His hands were so big that my shoulders were right in one hand.

Seeing that, the nobles again spewed admiration.

I had an ominous premonition that there might be a lot of speculative articles about Alexander' relationship in the morning newspaper tomorrow.

And this ominous feeling of foreboding is bound to fit perfectly.

Suddenly, my gaze reached Aisha in the distance.

Aisha held her hands tightly with a pale face, biting her lips. She tries to pretend that she's fine, but she looks unavoidably impatient.

The whole process was smooth as water. I couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of playing under Alexander's thumb.

Soon everyone sat down and the dinner party began.

In the top seat were me, Alexander, and Aisha, and next to it, the nobles sat in a row, facing each other.

I didn't know exactly, but because of the atmosphere, the seats were designated in the order of political influence, not title.

The only absent Marquis Wilhelm was quite close to the top seat.

"I didn't prepare anything, but I want you to listen. This is not an official business, but a small exchange between court officials, so don't feel too pressured."

Alexander sounded humble, but it was a lavish dinner that was one of the most prestigious dinners in the world.

I put my tongue out at the fancy table setting that my eyes were spinning. I've eaten court food several times since I came here, but the number of dishes served at the dinner party was different.

'Every Friday the event is this much, but how great is the annual event?'

I was quite hungry when I faced the dishes that gave off a delicious smell and spilled gloss.

It was a little late due to the disturbance earlier, and it seemed even more so when I slapped Marquis Wilhelm on the cheek.

'Let's eat once. Wouldn't it be possible to have a good meal to eat and be full of energy?'

Thinking so, I started to eat little by little with delicious-looking dishes in a plate.

Alexander looked back at me and smiled.

"Empress is particularly well-heeded. That's how much you used your strength."

Isn't he going to pick a fight?

Even in the midst of such a silly conversation, there was a gaze that I could feel.

I was starting to notice that Aisha was giving me a pretty glance.

So even when Aisha suddenly spoke, I wasn't surprised at all.

"The dress is so beautiful, Her Majesty!"

As if she had been waiting for the time to intervene, Aisha did not miss the relationship when there was a brief gap in the conversation between me and Alexander.

"Dark green is exactly the color of Her Majesty's eyes, so it fits really well. Besides, it's a design with a narrow waist."

I laughed at Aisha's clear words. I replied, putting down my sipping glass of golden champagne.

"What do you want to say?"

I don't know if the heroine is the heroine. Despite my unfriendly attitude, Aisha smiled clearly without any embarrassment.

"You got a new one from Charlotte and Collins boutique, right? I heard you got 14 correct there."

Aha, I was wondering what you were going to talk about. I guess she was dissatisfied that I took away her dress design.

"As expected, the design of the place is gorgeous, so it suits you very well. I'm worried that such a fancy style doesn't suit you. For me, it's much better. I think a simple design fits me well."

So this is it.

It was an attempt to appraise how modest and frugal I was compared to the fact that I matched 14 dresses from the capital's most expensive brand, Charlotte & Collins.

'You bragged about making a reservation for the head designer here, and now you're now?'

The obvious shallow water looked the same.

But it would be a pretty effective strategy for others besides me.

'In fact, at the beginning of the original, there were often descriptions of how frugal and innocent Aisha was. Every time, the men around me fell in love with Aisha.'

It was still clear in memory.

In the prom scene that appeared in the beginning, a lady proud of her marten coat.

The lady was excited about how valuable and precious the coat was and how much she had to strangle her husband to buy it.

Then Aisha tilted her head and said, with an innocent face.

'I find it a bit burdensome to buy such expensive things. Isn't it too luxurious?'

Then, the surrounding area became cold as if it had poured cold water.

'This rabbit fur shawl is made of ordinary rabbit fur. The Emperor asked me to buy something more expensive, but... it seems too much for me. I think rabbits and squirrels fur is enough.'

Most of the female nobles around were wearing valuable furs such as weasels, minks, and foxes.

In the meantime, Aisha, the highest-ranking woman on the spot, told herself that fur other than rabbit and squirrel fur was too much.

In the end, it was no different from accusing other women of being excessively extravagant.

All of the women were embarrassed, but noble men admired Aisha.

'The Queen is also known for her excellent character and frugality.'

'Frugality is an important virtue for a woman, cancer.'

When I read this scene, I didn't admire Aisha's simplicity and purity. Rather than that, I was rather angry.

'If you talk like that, what do other women become?'

To my eyes, Aisha seemed seriously lacking in consideration and attention.

When I read the novel, I didn't know if Aisha was doing it on purpose or if it was really innocent in my head, but now I thought I knew it.

'It was intentional.'

I looked at Aisha with sharp eyes.

There were many ears to hear our conversation. We were sitting in the top seat and it was a seat that attracted many people's attention.

The men who hear this conversation will praise Aisha for being frugal, but in fact it doesn't matter to me.

If i wanted to attract the attention and favor of men here, i would not have caught the concept of a villain from the beginning.

But I soon found out that my prediction was wrong.

The Alexander vassals somehow did not welcome Aisha's words or exaggerated praise.

Rather, they only looked at each other with embarrassed faces.

'What's wrong with them?'

At that time, I didn't know what Alexander had said at the previous parliamentary meeting.

Therefore, unlike the original, the reaction of the vassals who do not welcome Aisha's frugal appeal is bound to be puzzled.

It seemed that Aisha was the same that was puzzled by this awkward reaction.

If you could use your frugality, you would have been used to praising the men around you.

It was then.

"Speaking of the dress."

A low voice echoed. It was Alexander.

"Robelia, why didn't you wear the dress I gave you?"