Chapter 187 - Moving (2) (2/2)

The next day.

Rashta’s fake parents attended her tea party for the first time. Rashta felt proud, seeing how the nobles greeted her parents.

The atmosphere was overall very good.

Now, she was sitting in the same place where Duchess Tuania used to hold her tea party. Next to her were her fake parents who loved her more than anyone else in the world, or at least pretended to, and her parents were nobles with an official position.

The annoying deposed empress had gone to another country and remarried, so she would never return.

Rashta carried the emperor’s first baby in her womb. Sovieshu promised her the position of empress, and the baby in her womb would become the next emperor in the future.

All was well.

But there were still problems left— the promised period as empress of one year, and the family of Viscount Roteschu….

‘If I become pregnant again, the period as empress will be extended. His Majesty does not want to have illegitimate children. Besides, he loves Rashta.’

Actually, she wasn’t so much worried about the period only being a year, but more about Viscount Roteschu…

The higher his status, the more annoying it will be in the future….

‘I’ll have to get rid of Rivetti’s loose tongue, the pitiful Alan, and the Viscount’s trash. Then the baby…’

At that moment, she heard a cry suddenly. Rashta awoke from her thoughts and looked beside her with a startled face. Her fake mother was sobbing.

“Mother?!”

When Rashta called out to her in astonishment, the nobleman opposite said in bewilderment,

“This… Forgive me, I spoke of something I shouldn’t…”

“What did you speak about?”

“About… about her two lost daughters, and the one she still hopes to find…”

The nobleman bowed his head, embarrassed.

Rashta fidgeted and looked at her fake mother. Marsha, who had been searching for her daughters until the fall of her family, heard her own painful story. Her face turned pale and it didn’t look like she would stop crying.

The eyes of the nobles were on Rashta. They believed that Rashta was Marsha’s real daughter, her first daughter, so they seemed to assume that Rashta would comfort her mother.

The fake father was already hugging his wife and crying with her. Rashta, though somewhat reluctantly, got up and hugged her fake mother as well.

The daughter they lost had nothing to do with her, but the others considered that girl to be her own sister.

‘Apparently, if I want these fake parents to be like my real parents, I’ll also have to act like I want to find my fake sister.’

“Rashta wasn’t considerate enough, mother. The first thing I have to do is find my sister…”

Rashta sobbed, hugging her fake mother and promising.

“Don’t worry. Rashta will definitely find her sister.”

The fake mother asked in tears upon hearing Rashta’s promise.

“Really? You’re really going to look for your sister?”

‘Is she really my sister, though?’

Rashta was inwardly upset, but nodded hurriedly.

“Of course.”

After barely calming the fake family, the nobles’ eyes reddened and they sobbed. They seemed to think this scene was very moving.

Seeing this, Rashta sat back down as if nothing had happened.

But after that, no matter how much she laughed and chatted, she found it hard to concentrate on the tea party.

She didn’t even want to hear from her own son. The idea of looking for a fake sister whom she didn’t share a drop of blood with, and whom wouldn’t be useful, was very upsetting.

If it had come from her heart or Marsha had asked her privately, it would be different, but she hated it because it was a promise she was forced to make in the moment.

Even her fake mother who burst into tears in this situation was irritating to her. However, Rashta didn’t blame her. It was another nobleman who first brought up the story of her lost daughters.

‘Should I have made the noble couple brought by Baron Lant my parents?’

Rashta sighed inwardly, and finally rose from her seat, saying she would go wash her hands. Actually, she would take a breather for a while to calm her irritation.

But during her second walk around the vicinity, she saw Duke Elgy. Rashta quickly approached him.

He too attended the tea party, but sat far away and only talked to the other ladies.

She was going to ask him to sit a little closer, but Duke Elgy was already talking to someone else.

Rashta stopped and frowned.

The man Duke Elgy was talking to was the nobleman who had brought up the story of her fake mother’s lost daughters.