Morgan spoke suddenly.
“Come to think of it, I’m surprised you haven’t read this book.”
His tone was casual, as if he were discussing daily gossip within the noble circles.
“Most of the nobles in the Royal Court are following the serialization.
There was an uproar of complaints during the finale.
It seems everyone prefers a happy ending.”
Anastasia: “…”
Are those fairy princes and dukes really that idle?
But to dare to write about herself and His Majesty—the author must hold a high status.
Anastasia: “Is the author the wife of Grand Duke Filippov?”
Morgan’s finger, currently turning a page, paused.
He looked up, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise.
“How did you guess?
This book was published anonymously.”
“I have read this lady’s other works,” Anastasia said in a flat tone.
Morgan: “Were those published?
Let me see.”
Anastasia: “Only a few self-printed booklets exist, circulating only within some ladies’ social circles.
I can borrow a copy for you.”
Morgan: “I can recommend she publish them.”
“The vast majority are love stories based on other princes and dukes.
One of them is a fantasy novel starring you and Filippov.”
Morgan narrowed his eyes.
“…Does the minister know his wife is writing about him like this?”
“I asked him,” Anastasia said, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting.
“He said he doesn’t understand why, in his wife’s novels, he is either gender-bent into someone else’s wife or reduced to someone’s vassal or subordinate.
Filippov is distressed—why, in his wife’s eyes, is he always the’suppressed’ one?
Does he not have any masculine spirit at all?”
Morgan froze for a moment, and then an uncontrollable burst of laughter erupted in the carriage, nearly sounding like a goose honking.
“Hahaha—cough—”
Morgan laughed until his shoulders shook, and the book in his hand nearly slipped away.
He braced himself against the cushion with his other hand, his ice-blue eyes curving into crescents.
“No, Filippov, he…
hahahaha…
did he really say that?”
Anastasia nodded calmly. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“His exact words.”
“What does his wife write about him…?”
“In one piece, he is a foreign noble captured by an Inazuma female warrior.
Every day, he is forced to learn tea ceremony and flower arrangement.
In another, he is a fairy prince imprisoned by a Sumeru scholar, who demands he groom their hair every day.
In another story set in Liyue, he is a mortal scholar taken a fancy to by an adeptus.
The adeptus transforms into a stunning woman, knocking on his door at midnight to borrow books, rain or shine.
And there are even more stories featuring Snezhnaya fairy nobles.”
Morgan laughed until tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
He covered half his face with the book, his shoulders still shaking.
As a superior, he never tired of watching his subordinates’ antics.
He hadn’t expected the Grand Duchess to be a fanfiction writer about her own husband.
He truly hadn’t expected it.
That Grand Duke Filippov, who was so serious in the royal court, with a thousand faces, always presenting a cold front.
In the stories, he was actually the eternal’sufferer’ under his wife’s pen.
Fanfiction writers are truly terrifying.
Memories of his time on the Astral Express flashed through his mind.
Those were the days spent Trailblazing with Himeko and the others.
During a gap in a warp jump, March 7th mysteriously stuffed a manga into his hands.
The cover featured two figures he knew all too well.
“The Galactic Love Triangle of Aha, Nanook, and Akivili.”
Author: Xuzhao
My apologies, my apologies; it turns out she is the Aeons’ strictest mother.
After reading it back then, he wrote on the Data Bank’s message board:
“Shipping everything will only give me a balanced diet.”
Dan Heng walked by, fell silent for three seconds, and silently crossed out “balanced.”
Changing it to “overdosed.”
Now, history was repeating itself in Teyvat.
Morgan suppressed his laughter, struggling to maintain his imperial bearing, but the corners of his eyes remained curved.
“Does that lady…
have any other works?”
“Are you sure you want to read them?” Anastasia’s tone was calm, but there was a subtle, amused glint in her eyes.
Morgan’s smile froze on his face.
“…Wait.”
He sat up straighter, alert.
“Why am I involved?
Isn’t there only ‘The Domineering Tsarina’?”
Anastasia shook her head.
“Besides that one, the most famous one is actually ‘The Love Between the King of Remuria and the Frost Fairy’.”
Morgan’s expression stiffened visibly.
“…How does she know about that?”
His voice rose slightly, carrying a subtle unease at having his past exposed.
Anastasia answered calmly:
“She needed creative inspiration.
I happened to mention the past incident where you were being pursued at a tea party.”
Morgan covered his face with one hand, his voice muffled as it came through his fingers.
“Don’t mention it.
I am a shipper, but that doesn’t mean I like being pestered by a gloomy male ghost.
Remus…
that persistent man will be my lifelong nightmare.”
Anastasia crossed her arms, a look of pure amusement on her face.
“I only know the gist.
As for the details—I’d love to hear them.”
Morgan glanced at her through his fingers, lowered his hand, and spoke in a deep tone.
“Stop shipping.
Shipping everything will only ruin you.”
Anastasia’s smile remained unchanged.
“Shipping everything will only give me a balanced diet.”
Morgan stared at her, their similar ice-blue eyes meeting.
After a moment, Morgan narrowed his eyes.
He looked up and down at the Grand Duchess opposite him, whom he had raised with his own hands.
“Anastasia.”
His voice softened a little.
“These past few days…
haven’t you become a lot livelier?”
Anastasia retracted her smile.
“Your personality is a bit like you were when you were little.” Morgan’s tone was casual, but his gaze did not move from her face.