In the empty conference room, Lorne gazed at the two pages of Roselle's Diary in his hands, lost in thought.
I'd better not translate the information about transmigrators and Earth. If Queen Mystic found out, not only would I struggle to explain it, I'd also land myself in serious trouble.
But Huang Tao's-no, Emperor Roselle's-fantasies about maids when he first arrived here can be translated word for word and shown to his daughter.
A mischievous smile curled Lorne's lips.
And those explicit accounts of his affairs later on... well, they're part of Emperor Roselle's glorious life, too.
As for the name "Huang Tao," perhaps... I could transliterate it. I'll tell Bernadette it was an alias Emperor Roselle gave himself in his early years to express his individuality.
Old Huang, my fellow countryman, surely you won't blame me, will you?
Lorne folded the two diary pages and tucked them into his Portable Space.
He had already been away for a while on the pretext of using the bathroom. He didn't want the two perceptive ladies outside to notice anything amiss because of his prolonged absence, or for rumors to spread about his kidneys.
"Sorry, I ran into an employee in the corridor and stopped for a quick chat."
Lorne pushed open the office door, an appropriately apologetic look on his face.
Seeing nothing unusual in Xio's and Fors's expressions, he resumed their earlier conversation.
"A party... Scott, you're holding a formal aristocratic party?" Fors couldn't help exclaiming when Lorne casually mentioned his upcoming plans.
"Yes."
Lorne took a sip of coffee and sighed helplessly. "Actually, I've been putting this party off for a long time. According to custom, I should have held it within a week of the ennoblement ritual."
"Mostly, I've been too busy with work and social engagements to