Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 127: I want you, Luciana...

Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock at Luciana’s words.

’What did she just say? She invited all the monks in the capital?"

"You...you..." Evelyn stammered incoherently.

"Respected monks, can you come forward and check this special vase for my sister here? Maybe one of you might remember something," Luciana said, turning to face the direction of the monks who had come in their large numbers.

"Princess Consort doesn’t need to call all of us to come and check, I recognize that chamber pot very well because I was the one who wrote the prayer on it," one monk rose in the crowd and said.

Gasps and whispers filled the hall at the monk’s revelation.

Evelyn vehemently shook her head as if she was about to have a mental breakdown.

"No, no, no... you are lying. You and the princess consort are trying to frame me," Evelyn said.

"I have the record of everyone who visits the temple for things such as these. The name of the maid who brought the pot was Ellen. She had told me to write a prayer for the empress dowager and I have evidence to show I wrote that prayer.

There’s a Buddhist scripture with a drawing of a dragonfly at one side of the pot," the monk said.

The eunuch who was inspecting the gift hurriedly began to confirm the monk’s words and found out everything was just as he said.

"Your Majesty, indeed, there’s a Buddhist scripture written here on the chamber pot, and there’s also a drawing of a dragonfly," the eunuch reported.

"What does Lady Evelyn have to say about this? I wouldn’t have been disappointed if I didn’t receive any gift from you. I’m just disappointed you treated it without any importance and lied about it. I think that is how much value you have for me in your heart," the empress dowager said, her voice full of disappointment.

"Your majesty, please forgive me just this once and give me another chance. Due to my severe morning sickness, I delegated the task to my incompetent servants. It’ll never happen again...please be merciful," Evelyn begged.

"Guards! Escort Lady Evelyn to her chambers. She should rest since she has severe morning sickness," the empress dowager said and Evelyn’s face paled.

To be escorted out of the banquet in front of everyone...How did it become like this? It should have been the princess consort who lashed out of envy because her gift was better than hers and then went on to incur the wrath of the empress dowager.

It was she who should have caused a scene and thrown out of the banquet grounds so that she would be the only one seated with Nicholas at the table and finally having his attention.

Why was everything different than she expected?

Evelyn tried to keep her remaining dignity and quietly followed the guards as they trailed after her out of the banquet hall.

’She was going to make the princess consort pay! She promised to make the princess consort the one who was laughed at and pointed at as people made a mockery of her!

Luciana saw the reverse of what happened in her previous life and felt numb. Maybe her emotions were changing but she wasn’t as happy as she expected.

She decided to put what had happened behind her and called over Dora and Esther to present her gift.

Just like her previous life, she gave the empress dowager a longevity scroll. The characters were embroidered with golden threads on a large silk scroll. The peak of the night was when she brought out flying lanterns on which well wishes symbolizing good health, long life, and fortune were painted with colored inks.

The lambs were then released into the air and cheers filled the air. The empress dowager looked happy as she stared at her with appreciation. Luciana could tell the woman’s impression of her had changed somewhat.

When the crowd’s attention was on the lantern, Nicholas sneaked behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Did I tell you you look beautiful tonight? No, I think the right word would be gorgeous; you look divine, love," he whispered huskily and pulled her away from the crowd into the flower garden at the side of the banquet hall.

"Where are you taking me?" Luciana asked in a whisper.

Even though they were a little distance away from the crowd, she didn’t want to risk bringing the people’s attention to them.

Nicholas kept pulling her hand until they reached the middle of the garden and he pushed her against a wall at a blind spot in the garden and caged her between his arms, enveloping her in his embrace.

"All the men are watching you with such hungry gazes that I wish I could take you away from here," he hoarsely whispered.

Luciana watched him in surprise. Was he jealous?

"Luciana, I want to claim you right here and now. I want to make love to you against this wall with everyone just a few meters away from us. I want you to smell of me, I want to make you mine right now, love," He added in a seductive tone, his lips grazing her ears as he gently bit on it.

Luciana gasped at his actions. She wanted to push him away but her body was reacting strongly to his touch. But she knew she couldn’t let him get his way.

’They were in public!’

"I smell of herbs and sweat," she said, but his hands that were on her waist held her tighter, pushing her towards him.

"So?" He whispered.

"I smell bad. Let’s finish here and return to your estate first. After I take my bath, you can do whatever you want with me," she said and saw his gaze darken.

It was as if she had said something wrong.

"It’s our estate, not my estate. It’s our home, Luciana... I’m always with you, sharing the same bed with you all the time. Do you still not see we are husband and wife? Do you still not know how addicted I am to you?" Nicholas asked in a hoarse voice, his hands squeezing her waist as his lips sensually grazed her neck.

"I...I..." Luciana stammered in dizziness.

"We’re husband and wife, Luciana. You are mine, and I know you know I can’t get enough of you," he said, and his hand found her waistband, trying to pull on it.

"Please..." she begged but her voice came out resembling a moan.

"I want you Luciana... I’ll be gentle," he said.

Luciana’s mind was in turmoil. Should she act rationally or let herself go in his arms?

"Please," he whispered. Hearing him begging her like that, she couldn’t resist anymore.

She was just about to give in to his demands when they heard an eunuch calling out in a loud voice.

"Your Majesty!"

"One of the cats is showing signs of dying...it’s the cat treated by the princess consort!"