I had no idea what Charlia meant by peasant blood and imperial blood, but there was one thing I had to acknowledge. The first princess had inherited the emperor’s blood, and even though it was just a minor compliment, it still made her happy. Perhaps it had been a long time since she had gotten any compliments because every time I made a sweet comment, her body would tremble, and it was a sight I wasn’t quite used to. Words were unnecessary to describe her expression.

‘Will it really be fine to make her the empress?’

Out of the many compliments and praises I gave, the first princess reacted the most when I complimented her more than Charlotte. As expected, her favorite sentence included, “more than the second princess,” and it was almost like a magical spell.

“I think you’re more beautiful than the second princess. You’re smarter. You’re the complete opposite of what people have been saying.”

Of course, I didn’t want to be charged with contempt against the imperial family, so like earlier, I didn’t blatantly say Charlotte’s name. However, the slow-witted Charlia would always catch on to the fact...