"All the people close to Her Majesty seem to be elated."
Heinley said, "Yes?" and cocked his head.
"I mean the Troby Family and her ladies-in-waiting."
McKenna stood beside him with a yellow letter in his hand.
"They haven't stopped crying and laughing since yesterday."
The corners of Heinley's mouth turned up in a warm smile.
"I'm glad they are very happy about the news."
"Your Majesty, you should join as well."
"Hmm. I know."
"You can do this tomorrow or the day after."
McKenna, who spoke as if he were sorry, handed Heinley the yellow letter in his hand.
Heinley accepted the letter and asked a question instead of replying.
"Did you see My Queen's expression when old Duke Zemensia sneered in her face, McKenna?"
"Didn't she have a smile on her face?"
"What? What were you doing looking at my wife's expression so closely?"
McKenna looked at Heinley puzzled, unable to understand.
Heinley snorted and opened the letter McKenna had handed him, thinking to himself that it wasn't true.
"My Queen had an angry expression. My Queen is only supposed to think of good things since she's pregnant. This needs to be over with quickly."
A ruthless smile appeared on his face as he muttered and glanced at the letter.
At that moment, another secretary announced the visit of old Duke Zemensia.
"You sent for me, Your Majesty."
After the old Duke entered the office, he came within five paces of Heinley's desk and bowed his head.He had a nonchalant expression. He did not look like the same person who yesterday turned on the Emperor and Empress to accuse them in front of the nobles.
While McKenna thought that he was indeed an old fox, he took the yellow letter he had shown Heinley.
"I sent for you because I found something interesting, old Duke."
The old Duke looked up without a trace of emotion. His attitude reflected that, whatever it was, he had nothing to fear.
As soon as Heinley made an eye signal, McKenna handed the yellow letter to the old Duke.
"What is this?"
The old duke asked in a heavy voice, took the letter and opened it. Instantly, his expression tensed slightly.
Chin propped on his hand, Heinley looked at the old duke as if he found him amused.
Soon after, the old Duke returned the letter to McKenna. He probably lowered his gaze to hide the fear in his eyes.
"What do you think, old Duke?"
Heinley asked with a smile. Then the old Duke answered directly.
"My handwriting has been forged."
"Forged?"
"I have written no such letter, Your Majesty."
"But I found it, old Duke."
"It's a fake letter."
"Is it incredible that you dare to deny it even after seeing the letter in your own handwriting? In the letter it is clearly written, 'the empress is pregnant, so prepare food that is harmful to the baby in her womb, it must not be poisonous because it will not pass the priest's check'."
