My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"but..."

"First of all—Kelina, who do you think is the one with the problem?"

Kosiché sighed and asked Karina gently.

When Koschei asked her, Karina shook her head blankly, indicating that she thought everyone seemed strange—aside from Lord Koschei, all the other women who were close to Lord Yang Hao seemed very strange, right?

“Head Maid Monica is one of the people I trust most, and she is now an immortal. It’s simply impossible to prevent a maid who is forever loyal to us from having a relationship with the master she loves. Besides, I don’t want to damage our family relationships by restricting her feelings, do you understand?”

"I see..."

Monica needs no introduction—she's Yang Hao and Koschke's most trusted confidante. Even Koschke would feel bad if he didn't give her soup.

"As for Lady Sonia—well, her bodyguard, you'd be better off expecting that she won't have anything to do with my husband than expecting that regent from Kazdel to have an affair with him. And she certainly lived up to her reputation, so that's all that matters, understand?"

"Um, uh... well—"

Ms. Sonia—needless to say. As the deep-sea hunter who saved Monica, Koschei was very grateful to her, so letting Sonia have a bowl of soup outside during the chaos was no problem—and it saved him from worrying about his husband getting bored out there.

"—Ms. Theresa...this is purely a matter of my husband's perverted personal preferences. I know nothing about it, and I don't want to say anything, but it's just his little hobby. I wouldn't interfere with my husband's entertainment items outside of work, understand?"

Miss Theresa—well, in a way, Kosichelle really couldn't understand why her husband liked patting Kuranta people's butts so much... but since it's his personal hobby, let him be.

But if he dares to go once, I, Kosic, will go five times that same night, and that's how it is.

...

This made everything clear about the three people who had or were about to have relationships with each other—just as Koschitch was about to take another sip of tea, feeling that there shouldn't be any problems with her heir, she heard Miss Karina timidly ask one last question:

"And... what about His Majesty the Emperor?"

"..."

She placed the cup back on the table, looked at Miss Karina, and gave her a sinister smile that even she couldn't quite describe:

"That was purely... out of necessity."

"Forced to do it...is that right?"

"Due to political and interest-based exchanges, various reasons related to shared goals, coupled with some issues of luck and timing, as well as my personal absence at the time leading to mistakes... In short—His Majesty the Emperor is now pregnant with my husband's child, so this matter is confirmed, do you understand?"

Yes, it's absolutely a fucking matter of luck, not my husband...

......

...

Kosichrie felt her smile was forced—she suddenly remembered that her husband was now in an enclosed space, sharing a room with His Majesty the Emperor.

What's most frustrating is that she provided that enclosed space; it's still her home...

The thought that His Majesty the Emperor might do whatever he wanted to his beloved darling, his most cherished treasure, his most beloved husband, in her own home truly made Koschche...

I had the urge to just kick this damned emperor out.

Ugh!

She sighed heavily, thinking that now that Karina had finished asking her questions, she should ask something in return.

"So... I've answered all your questions, Karina. Shouldn't you also tell me your thoughts on my husband?"

Karina only became like this after seeing her beloved, so it must be because of that?

She picked up her teacup again, but before she could even take a sip of the almost-cold black tea, she saw Karina give a shy smile for some reason—this girl, who was as cold as a combination of ice and steel, was actually smiling?!

"I...I don't know either. But, Mr. Yang Hao, would you be willing to remember our names?"

She did smile.

This gave Kosiché a very ominous feeling.

Chapter 11

The fact that Karina would pay attention to such a thing was something Duke Koschei had never even considered.

To be honest, one of the reasons Duke Kosichä was attracted to Karina was because of her heart, which was as cold as iron, like a block of ice that might not melt even in ten thousand years—she would dedicate everything to Ursus. But now, it seems that this ice block is gradually melting.

My husband, what kind of magic do you possess? Why are there so many women who have feelings for you ever since we got married, even after they know you're mine?

Kosiché felt a pang of bitterness: following the Emperor, even her own heir had designs on her husband? Sigh!

She sighed, then thought that her heir's body would eventually be hers, so it wasn't really a problem.

"...Indeed, my dear, he is indeed willing to remember the name of every heir—every heir he has met since he came to Ursus. So it's normal that you, Karina, are happy. After all, once I inherit your bodies, your past will almost completely disappear, leaving you with only the name of Duke Koschche."

“...Yes. So I am indeed very happy that someone is willing to remember us.” Karina nodded with a smile, her eyes no longer cold to Koschei, but filled with curiosity. “So...I would like to know more about Mr. Yang Hao’s situation. Lord Koschei? Would you be willing to tell me?”

"no problem."

It's just letting my heir know the situation, nothing serious, nothing...

Kosich's lips twitched. Why was his ominous premonition growing stronger?

so, what happened?

She sighed, somewhat at a loss.

...... ......

Kosiché and his heirs were chatting.

Yang Hao, however, had already completed part of his plans for Kazimir in His Majesty's bedroom.

First, Scale Paul had already led a group of people to infiltrate the eastern cities of Kazimir. According to the messages they transmitted back, Kazimir was in a state of panic. Although some people were still optimistic that Silver Spear Pegasus could fight against the iron hooves of Colombia, the refugees who fled from the west poured more unease and bitterness into this cauldron.

"Casimir is like a diode right now—the Casimirians in the west are terrified, while the Casimirians in the east are overconfident; the common people are panicked about the Colombian attack, while the elites are dismissive... Your Majesty Catherine, I don't think their leaders will come to us for support—but we can't let them really lose. We need a non-Ursus official army, one without any Ursus characteristics, to temporarily aid Casimir, and maybe we can squeeze some money out of them."

“I heard that you previously vassed—oh dear, you invested in United City. And the Regent of Kazdel.”

“Yes. The United Cities are indeed in Kazimir, but they can't provide many troops. I still have quite a few Sarkaz mercenaries under Ms. Therese, so they should come in handy—it's just that they want to have business dealings with us, what do you think…”

"I've already said that I'm leaving all economic and livelihood matters to you."

"Ah...thank you."

I thought I'd have to argue with you for ages to get permission for Kazdel to conduct business with Ursus... but it seems, Your Majesty Ekaterina, you really are a good person—

With this in mind, Yang Hao took out his phone and put it on—

...?

Ms. Therese?

Why did your contact list move from "My Friends" to the matchmaking app? Hey? You lousy app, can you please stop moving my friend list?

Why can't we just leave her name and contact number there properly, like we did with Jack?

Yang Hao stared at Ms. Therese's name and contact number, which had inexplicably been transferred to the marriage agency's app, with a pained expression. He then sighed heavily, put his phone back in his pocket, and decided to contact her later after confirming the plans.

He then began planning his next task—the work on the foal of the creed.

The ponies are Qazimirians, which means that if they are given enough disguise, it shouldn't be a problem for them to infiltrate Qazimir.

If there was anything to worry about, Yang Hao's only concern was—

...

These money-grubbing foals won't work hard if they can't see money.

'How much money do I have left...' he muttered to himself, then swallowed hard, recalling that the Duke of Kosice's budget had been almost entirely used up. 'It seems... we're out of money.'

What to do? What to do? Getting the Creed to work hard requires money. Even if Theresa is willing to use her own money to work first, Yang Hao doesn't think they'll be motivated to work hard.

So, what to do?

...

He turned around with difficulty and looked at Empress Catherine, who had returned to her bed to read. She was the biggest patron of the Ursus Empire, and coincidentally, her Saint-Germain Castle was right next door.

so...

"Um...Your Majesty?"

"Hmm? You're not calling me by my name anymore? Then you must have something you want to ask me for?"

It was only at times like this that Yang Hao would think that women who were too smart would bring him trouble.

He chuckled awkwardly and told His Majesty the Emperor that he needed a small amount of financial assistance...

After all, the Ursus Empire's economic and social expenditures are definitely off-limits, as are its military... So, after much consideration, what Yang Hao can take...

That's His Majesty the Emperor's private treasury!

So, Your Majesty the Emperor?

In the hope that the Ursus Empire will become powerful in the future, could you give me a little bit, just a tiny bit?

"Um..."

Yang Hao's request prompted Her Majesty Catherine to blink.

After a moment, for some reason, Her Majesty Catherine put down the book with a wicked smile on her face. Then, she gestured for Yang Hao to come over.

He did as she said. And then, in the next instant, she embraced him.

His body stiffened as he heard the person holding him say those words:

"How much you can get? Hehe...it depends on your efforts."

He swallowed hard, wondering if his body could take it.

Chapter 12

Noon on September 3rd.

After finally dealing with her heir, feeling utterly exhausted and inexplicably increasingly overwhelmed, Lady Koschke decided to personally call her husband out for lunch, hoping to also have a chat about their marital relationship—

She walked directly into the corridor in front of the imperial guards, and when she tried to push open the door, she found that the door to His Majesty the Emperor's bedroom seemed to be locked.

"...Um???"

Was the door locked when I brought her in? Kosichew blinked, instinctively wanting to ask Monica to come over, but then remembered that Monica was already busy preparing lunch in the kitchen after taking Hela around, so he gave up on that idea.

"I can't disturb Monica while she's preparing the meal," Kosiche sighed, reaching out to knock on the door.

[Dongdongdong——]

After knocking, Kosiche waited patiently in the hallway. She figured her husband was probably still at work and it would take him a while to come and open the door.

only..

Isn't this taking a little too long?

And speaking of which? Your Majesty, could it be that you...

Felin Cat frowned, and her tail stopped wagging, hinting at an impending explosion.

Just as Kosiche was about to lose her patience and consider barging in—she heard her husband's panicked voice coming from inside:

"Is it—Koschke?"

...

Honey?

Why are you breathing?

Kosichrie blinked... but when her husband opened the door and saw that he was indeed dressed neatly, and that the room was only filled with the scent of incense that His Majesty the Emperor loved, she sniffed in confusion.

Indeed, it only smells like the incense used by His Majesty the Emperor... But where is His Majesty the Emperor?

Driven by some unknown sense of vigilance, she curiously peeked inside, her hand on the doorframe, muttering to Yang Hao, "It's lunchtime," while searching for the Emperor.

Her Majesty Catherine doesn't seem to be in the bedroom. So, my dear husband, can you explain why you locked the door?

Koschitch's eyes sharpened instantly. Seemingly noticing what Koschitch was thinking, Yang Hao chuckled dryly, explaining that he would go back after finishing his last tasks, and added:

"Her Majesty said she was going to take a bath before having her meal, so she locked the door."

"...Um?"

"I'm also curious why His Majesty takes a bath at noon, but I don't dare to ask."

"...oh."