âThey say that you canât conceive a child if you do it too much.â
Lyle was angrily sharpening his teeth, declaring he would not let the person go if he found the one who whispered such things into the Empressâ ear.
Even when he seduced her and tempted her, Medea did not let him touch the tip of her hair with sharp rebukes until Lyleâs insides were completely burnt with frustration.
Although Lyle tried to call a doctor to explain the matter to Medea made another excuse.
âWe might have conceived a child from last time so I should be careful.â
In the early stages of pregnancy, it is correct to stay away from and watch out for sex, so the doctor nodded in agreement and suddenly met Lyleâs fearsome look.
âMedea and I are young and healthy, but we havenât conceived any children yet, probably because our union days are too infrequent. Donât you think we should increase it?â
Lyle pressed him with a lively look at the doctor. The doctor nodded, sweating profusely.
âWell, eh, I think so. Youâre rightâŚâŚ.â
In fact, when the first date of union day was set, the doctor decided to do it three days in a row. According to Medeaâs menstruation cycle, they had been encouraged to have a relationship for three consecutive days in time for a possible pregnancy.
In Medeaâs previous life, she had learned how to calculate ovulation in a sex education class.
Usually, you need to be involved 3-4 days before and after ovulation; thus, it was more likely to get pregnantâŚâŚ.
âIf you tell that to Lyle now, I wonât be out of the bedroom for eight days every month! Youâre going to die!
There was a lot of lack of medicine in this world. It was because science and medicine were relatively less developed, and most depended on magic or healing.
Medea didnât have accurate knowledge about ovulation. It was also ridiculous to mandate she had to have a relationship every two weeks.
âWell, then, as we decided for the first time, three days every 11 daysâŚâŚ.â
âNo!â
âNo!â
Simultaneously, similar oppositional words broke out from the mouths of Lyle and Medea for different reasons. Lyle felt it too little, and Medea thought it too much.
The doctor caught in between gulped, his mouth dry, and pulled at the collar of his shirt as the Empireâs two most powerful people glared at him as if to strangle him.
âShouldnât it happen at least one day, day after day?â
Medea shook her head firmly as Lyle took his chance.
âNo, Your Majesty! We donât know if I am pregnant or not since the last day of our merger, so I should be careful in advance. Doctor, how many weeks before we know if Iâm pregnant?â
Suddenly, the doctor, who was asked a question, hurriedly answered, pulling down a handkerchief that had been wiping cold sweat.
âIt depends on the body and constitution, but usually it is three weeksâŚâŚ.â
âDid you hear, Your Majesty? So we canât do it for three weeksâŚâŚ.â
âThree weeks? Is the Empress trying to hang me dry and kill me?â
said Lyle with a straight face; mentally, Medea clicked her tongue.
She didnât think she could really postpone it for three weeks because she had a menstrual cycle. Since she hadnât had her period since coming to this world, she would be able to tell whether she is pregnant or not within a week or two.
âEmpress, donât you think youâre being too arrogant with my favor?â
As he gritted his teeth, Medea glanced at Lyle.
Despite his threats, even when he hated touching Medea and he didnât harm her. She would never be afraid of such a bluff, butâŚâŚ. I thought it would be a little disappointing to lose my favor [t1v: aka she like the D].
âY-Your Majesty, you first imprisoned me and then used a strange drug! Get me the antidote! Then Iâll be in your arms every day!â
When Medea shouted with her cheeks dyed red, Lyle looked at her with an impatient face.
âI said there was no antidote! Besides, I punished the Empress for being rude to me first! What do you mean imprisonment!â
âYou donât let me send letters or receive them, but try and drag me into bed every day! What is it, if itâs not confinement?â
âWho during probation ever receives letters? Arenât you too arrogant to be an Empress?â
As the voice of the Emperor and Empress increased, the maid of honor and servant did not dare to intervene, only looking at the two masters.
In addition, the crouching doctor opened his mouth with a look that he wanted to run out of the room right away.
âTheâŚâŚt-the two âor two of you seem busy, so Iâll leave you alone. His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the EmpressâŚâŚ.â
As the doctor spoke in a hoarse voice, Lyleâs frosty eyes turned to him.
âSay here now, doctor. Is there a child in the Empressâs womb?â
âT-thatâsâŚâŚI donât know at this momentâŚâŚ.â
As Lyleâs body was fuming, the doctor hurriedly changed his words. If his tongue made the wrong move, his neck might have to pay for it.
âI donât see any energy at the moment.â
âHow many days a month is it right to be involved?â
âYour Majesty! Sireâ You are cowardly! Youâre intimidating him right now!â
Medea protested, but Lyle pretended not to hear her and instead held the doctorâs eyes with a frosty glare. The doctor, who was trembling with a blue face, said,
âItâs right to be as involved as possible! Your Majesty and Her Majesty are both in good health! You can do it everydayâŚâŚ.â
âEmpress, did you hear him?â
Medea jumped up and down.
âWho wouldnât say that when your Majesty is so frightening!â
âDoctor.â
Lyleâs cool voice made his shoulders jump.
âYes, my Emperor.â
Lyle, who had a soft smile and a fierce glare on his face, looked down at the doctor.
âDid I scare you?â
âOh, ahâ no, no! Scared? Me! The grandeur of the Emperor dazes my eyes! Your Majesty never threatened me! Yes, sire!â
At the doctorâs desperate cry, Lyle looked back at Medea with a triumphant look.
âThatâs right.
âWhat do you mean âyesâ? Your eyes were so scary. No matter how hard you try, there will be no unionâjust so you know!â
Lyle got up from his seat with a perplexed look on his face as Medea left the parlor in a fit of anger.
âEmpress!â
Lyle chased Medea out of the drawing-room, and the room became quiet. The doctor slumped and sat on the floor without a pulse.
âCounselor, may I serve you a cup of tea?â
When the maid-in-waiting carefully asked, the doctor nodded.
âGive me cold water. His Majesty⌠I think it was just yesterday that he was yelling at me to cut back on the days of the merging.âŚ. How much things have changedâŚ.â