"Queen, is this the first ti you’ve slept in the sa bed with a man?"
"You’re already calling Queen, how could that be possible."
"Is that so? But I feel your body is very stiff. Could it be because you’re nervous?"
"It’s just a bit cold."
"That might be true. However, I’ve also noticed sothing interesting, I wonder if I should ntion it."
"Then don’t."
"Alright, I’ll just say it. I’ve found that your way of referring to yourself, Queen, is not constant. Although most of the ti you refer to yourself as ’I’, occasionally you use the common ’’. And every ti you refer to yourself as ’’, your emotional value clearly rises, becoming more tense or agitated than usual. Queen, do you know what this ans?"
"..."
"According to the terms of our bet, Morgan cannot remain silent to Le Cheng’s questions, whether truth or lies, she must respond. But faced with her current silence, Le Cheng didn’t call her out, only smiled and said: "From a sociological perspective, only a very small portion of people refer to themselves in the third person, distinct from ’I’. This group of people either occupy high positions, like the Emperor, concubines, Princes, etc., or they have special professions, using this to distinguish themselves from commoners and to highlight their uniqueness."
"At the sa ti, among these people, there’s a considerable number who’ve received a different education from the common folk from a young age, leading them to strongly acknowledge and identify with their unique status. So, no matter what the situation, when referring to themselves, they almost never use ’I’."
Morgan said lightly: "Do you wish to discuss sociology with ?"
"Not necessarily, but what I’m more interested in discussing is psychology. After all, Queen, you do not belong to the group I’ve just described." Le Cheng smiled, "If I rember correctly, you’re now thirty-three years old, right?"
"Yes."
"You married Emperor Sigma thirteen years ago, aning in your life, you’ve been Queen for less than half the ti. But for much more ti, you have been just an ordinary person... or, to be more precise, twelve years as an ordinary person and eight years as a Witch. These periods occupy a larger portion of your life. So, can I understand that as Queen, you don’t actually feel a strong sense of identification with your current status?"
"Absurd!"
"Is it? Then let ask you a simple question... Queen, if you had to choose between the two, would you want to spend your entire life as a Witch, or as a Queen?"
"..."
Le Cheng smiled faintly, "Queen, you are allowed to lie."
Morgan involuntarily clenched her fingers, suddenly realizing why Le Cheng would bring up such a strange topic. Although she didn’t want to play into his hands, given that the other party didn’t care whether it was truth or lies, it also ant that lying would mostly be futile. Might as well speak the truth.
"Why would I need to lie, of course as a Witch."
"Indeed, compared to the identity of the Queen, you care more about whether you’re a Witch or not. Then, can I believe that the strong and aloof attitude you usually put on is actually just a disguise?"
"How can you tell?"
"We have to start with psychology... Generally, the majority of introverts who are reserved are not adept at interacting with strangers, even fearing crowded situations. For ordinary people, they just need to avoid such interactions as much as possible. But you, as the Queen, also need to handle state affairs for the aging Emperor, obviously unable to avoid contact with court officials. Therefore, to protect yourself, you’ve deliberately put on this strong and aloof mask, and ti and again, you refer to yourself as ’I’, both as a reminder to yourself and an assertion of your status to others. This allows you to maintain a safe distance with them."
"However, because in your heart you have never truly accepted the identity of the Queen, no matter how much ti passes, that strong and aloof mask will never truly beco your face. The real you and the you everyone sees are always misaligned. Therefore, when your emotions suddenly beco very agitated or tense, the mask will naturally fall off, revealing the real you... Am I right, Witch Morgan?"
Morgan frowned slightly, her breathing becoming hurried again.
She deliberately avoided Le Cheng’s gaze, her eyes wandering as she said in a deep voice: "Even if what you say is true, what of it? Right or wrong, I am the Queen of the Empire."
"No, not for long." Le Cheng shook his head, "After the King Selection Ceremony, the Empire will choose a new Emperor. Whether it’s a new Emperor or a noble, they’ll not permit you to continue wielding power. For the stability of the Empire, you will surely choose to let go. Then, you can truly be yourself again... Oh yes, the Empire’s laws do allow won to remarry, don’t they?"
Hearing this, Morgan’s expression suddenly changed.
Indeed, the Empire not only allows won to remarry but even strongly advocates for it.
It’s not that the Empire is dominated by feminism, but because at the inception of the Empire, during the peak ravages of the Catastrophe Legion, Empire n were sent to the front lines in droves, and in droves they died. This naturally resulted in countless widows. However, as the number of widows increased, the Empire’s productivity and birth rates dropped. Foreseeing this dragging the Empire into a fatal quagmire, Sigma began to vigorously promote policies encouraging the remarriage of widows.
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