Jieun suddenly stood up and ran outside. The shocked palace officials followed her.

They all heard what happened.

Jieun shouted at them not to follow her then ran alone out of the palace. After walking for a while, Jieun arrived at the royal palace garden and sat. She looked at the sky. When she saw the dark sky adorned with many stars, she once again realised that this world was not her world.

Jieun started crying.

"Mother, Father, Ji Soo."

She had never wanted to become the Empress. Coming home from school, Jieun had seen a coin shining on the for and had picked it up. Then suddenly she had become dizzy and had lost consciousness. And when she had opened her eyes the world around her had changed. A stranger wearing a strange uniform had spoken to her in a strange language, saying that that place was a imperial palace. Jieun had asked to be sent home, but no one had listened to her.

She had tried to sleep with the hope that it was just a dream, but nothing changed even after several days. When anxiety had begun to seize her, a man who seemed in a high position had come over. Wearing fancy clothes without a slightest flaw, he looked cold, and his hair was blue, a hair colour she had never seen before. The man had said that he was the Crown Prince and had told Jieun to stay here for a while because Jieun was the child mentioned in God's prophecy.

Few days had passed, and Jieun had realised that this was not a dream but the reality, and that this place was a different place from the world that Jieun had come from. From the lessons Jieun had learned in class, she also found out that this world was a world similar to the European Continent.

Not long after she arrived, the Emperor had died and the Crown Prince was to be the new Emperor. Jieun had thought that this had nothing to do with her. She just needed to find a way to return to her world. But one day a Duke had come to her and had said that Jieun was the person mentioned in God's prophecy. And that as such she was the partner destined for the Emperor, so a marriage would soon be held alongside the coronation of the new Emperor. At first Jieun had thought that it was something that didn't make any sense.

Jieun had not been willing to marry the cold Prince. A man who hadn't even shed a single tear when his father had died. But the Duke had managed to persuade Jieun. He had said that the Prince was actually a warm person, and although he didn't show it openly, the Prince was very fond of Jieun. He had also scared Jieun. He had said she now lived in a dangerous world, and if she were to leave the protection of the Palace, her life would be extremely hard. Hearing that, Jieun had feel threatened. In a world without the concept of human rights, where Jieun didn't know anything, she couldn't live on her own. So shehad unwillingly agreed to marry the Prince, under the condition that the consumption of the marriage would be postponed. Jiun had convinced herself, according to the words of the Duke, that the Prince loved her.

Even though he looked cold, it it better for a woman to marry someone who loved her than to marry someone she loved, she had thought.

After becoming Empress Jieun had spent time studying and reading books. Jieun had only been able to talk to people of this world - she had no basic knowledge about this new world, and could not read or write. Even though she had studied hard, her abilities had not improved. Even though she had been taught the basic etiquette the Empress had to learn, she had not made enough progress. The only thing in this world that had made Jieun endure was Ruve, who had always listened to her complaints without saying anything. But one day Jieun had met that woman.

One day Jieun had ran out of the palace and hid in the bushes to avoid the servants who were looking for her, she had seen her. With her long silver hair shining in the sun, the woman was holding a beige umbrella in one hand. The girl who was about the same age as Ji Soo, looked small and thin in her dress that almost reached the floor, and she looked incredibly graceful as she walked slowly.

That's when Jieun had realised that this was the graceful bearing her manners teacher expected of her, something that indicated that one was the daughter of a noble family. Jieun had asked the servants who the woman was, but they had avoided the subject and no one had answered her. The only clue had been the word 'quee....' spoken by a young maid. When she had asked Ruve, he had said that Jieun didn't need to know who that woman was.

From her young age, Jieun had thought that the woman was a princes. The only people who could live in the palace were the Emperor's close relatives. Jieun had watched the woman for several days because she wanted to become close to her. As a result of her observations, Jieun had learned that the woman often took a walk in a small park in the corner of the inner palace. Jieun had approached the woman as if it was just a coincidence. Jieun had really liked that golden eyed girl who had greeted her elegantly.

The woman's charisma had felt different from the charisma that Ruve had when he spoke. Ji Eun had been amazed and had felt that noble families were really different. Since then Jieun had wanted to be like that woman and had made the woman her role model. But that woman had always seemed to keep her distance from Jieun. Saddened, Jieun had been determined to befriend the woman so she could learn how to be elegant and a proper Empress.

Therefore, when she had learned that this woman was the Queen, which meant she was the second wife of the Emperor, Ji Eun had been shocked.

Jieun had not think Ruve could have another wife. Moreover, it had never crossed her mind that this other wife could be the woman she had seen. Jieun had felt confused and guilty. She had learnt that the woman had been engaged to Ruve since she was just born. Jieun had stolen her fiancé. Jieun had understood that woman's feelings.

So she had decided to apologize to the woman. If the woman was angry and said that she hated her, Jieun might feel better. But the woman's face had not shown a single change in expression. She had only said that the position of the Empress had not been hers in the first place. Jieun had not understood how that woman could act like that. Had this happened to her, she would have definitely hated her fiancé who had betrayed her and the woman who had taken her fiance. But this woman had shown no signs of hatred.

Seeing that Jieun had been angry and had blurted out words without thinking. After a while she had realised that she was being outrageous and she had wanted to apologise. But when she had raised her head, she had seen the woman's demeanor change and Jieun had not been able to say anything.

The golden eyes that had always looked calm had been burning, and the woman's voice had sounded cold. Hearing the woman asked her why she had wanted to be first Empress, Jieun's heart had felt stabbed. The woman had said that Jieun had to take responsibility for the choices she had made. If all this time Jieun had only thought of how to get home, she did not deserve to sit in the position of the Empress. Hearing that, Ji Eun had felt startled. She had agreed to become the Empress just to get food and shelter in a place that was foreign to her. She had never thought about the amount of responsibility behind her position.

She had felt herself shrinking before the anger of the woman who had been prepared herself to be able to sit in that position since childhood. Finally Jieun had told Ruve to let herself be and care more about that woman. Even though her heart had ached, Jieun had thought that it was the right thing to do. But Jieun had felt uneasy everytime Ruve wasn't by her side. And when she had imagined Ruve and that woman together, Jieun's heart had ached.

And the last part that I've never got to translate. Here is the MTL version :

Spoiler: Did Jieun and Ruve live happily ever after? #1stRuvesPOV

Lublis, who had not stepped into the palace of Jieun for several days, headed to the imperial palace after receiving a message she had sent carefully.

Although he has not been happy lately, he tried hard to do the least because he met the queen.

"Rub, are you here?"

When he saw the unwittingly decorated Ji-eun greet him with a smile, he asked in a solemn tone.

"What do you want to see about, Empress?"

"Do you have to see anything special between them? I'm just thinking about having dinner with you after a long time."

"Is it. Let's."

Somehow I was a little bit curious about what seemed to be unusual, but Rubley went to the restaurant without a word. While answering to Ji-eun, who was smiling and talking, Lublis managed to narrow the gap as she watched the dishes brought in by the maids.

"What's all this, Empress?"

"These are the foods I used to enjoy in my world. Haven't you made some before?"

"I guess so."

"I've made it myself, even though I'm not good at it. I hope you like it."

"I see. Thank you for your"

"Oh, I told you to take care of what you said last time."

"I see."

Lublis answered briefly and raised the fork. I tried my best to do it, but now I haven't had much fun with her.

Somehow Ji-eun, who was talking endlessly, took some of the meat from a nearby plate and took it to her mouth. Then he straightened his brows.

"What is this?"

"Oh, it's called bulgogi. How's it going, are you all right?"

"......a little salty."

It wasn't tasteless, but it didn't suit his taste. Everything she made was a little salty.

Lublis, who had put the fork down without a word, suddenly recalled what had happened a few years ago. On the day when the two duke announced his retirement, he offered all kinds of food to him, saying, "Jin was made by herself."

At that time, they looked terrible and were much more salty than they are now, but I remembered eating them without words because I was so touched by their spending.

But now, Ji-eun was no longer impressed by her actions, although it was then when she made food for him. Rather, I was annoyed by the food that didn't

"Oh, really? Didn't you eat well last time? It's weird. We've had less liver than last time."

"I don't like the original strong liver. You still didn't know that?"

"Oh, did you? I thought it was the same as my taste. The dishes that come out here taste good, so I thought you were the same as well."

"......you don't cook together because the food is the same. Don't tell me you don't know that?"

"Really? Wasn't it the same kind of cooking together?"

In a response that he had no idea, Rubley rose from his seat, swallowing a deep sigh.

"Don't you even eat?"

"No problem. I'll get up first, so finish the empress."

Thinking that he had given up his appetite for nothing, Rubley returned to the central palace and ordered him to have dinner again. The salty taste of his mouth filled with water made him frown upon a bite of the dish. It was like this

Most people didn't know much, but in fact he was quite a gourmet. So there wasn't much food to satisfy his taste.

Still, a few years ago, the fussy man seemed to have a satisfactory level of cooking, and at some point the food had suddenly changed a little. But it wasn't very satisfying, but it was manageable, so she never said anything about food.

But now that he had eaten Ji Eun's salty food, he had to call in the chief chef because he missed the satisfactory level of cooking he had tasted in the past.

"Your Majesty, did you call?"

"Yes, I have something to ask. How long has it been since you became the chief chef?"

"It's been three years, Your Majesty."

"Three years."

Lublis slanted his head. Come to think of it, I thought it was about that time that the taste began to change.

"Then what happened to the one who was there before?"

"He's, uh......."

"Reply."

"Three years ago, Monique was involved in a treason case......and executed."

"The chief cook is the one who's involved in the treason case? Why?"

"I, I was originally in the palace of the Queen, but by her command, I know she was raised and executed in connection with the Monique family."

Lublis laughed at himself.

The former queen, the former queen. Everywhere I go these days, I don't think I've ever listened to her.

"Yes, do you have any documents related to the empress?"

"Well, there's no such thing! Not really, Your Majesty!"

Rubley's eyes were wide open at the sight of his chief cook, who was shaking like a leaf, denying his thought to himself a few days ago when he recalled his affair with the palace chief. No matter how entangled treason is, isn't that an overly violent reaction?

"Bring it back."

"Oh, no, Your Majesty!"

"I won't say it twice. Bring it."

"Well, I don't have anything to do with the Queen. I'm telling you."

"Nothing directly related? So, what is it? Am I related to the cook?"

"Well, that's......."

"Will you bring it only when your neck drops?"

The shivering, repeatedly denied, middle-aged man managed to run into the kitchen only when Rubles glared hard at him. Then, after a while, I came back with a small notebook.

"This is it, Your Majesty."

After receiving the cook's notebook, Lublis unfolded it without a word.

In the winter of 961 the Empire was ordered to develop a dish for the Crown Prince.>

In the summer of 962 she still seems not satisfied. He asked us to do more to satisfy our gourmet crown prince.>

In the winter of the Empire, 962, he created a piece of Hashim, but was rejected by the Crown Prince, saying it was not the food he would like. The lady gave him a note saying it was a list of her favorite foods. The note said, 'He likes duck meat, beef, and fresh vegetables, and he hates fish, pork, and celery. He likes foods that make the liver as weak as possible and that enhance the flavor of the ingredients themselves, and doesn't eat food that smells well, 'it.' Your Highness the Crown Prince once said that he had never had a meal, so how did you know if she was a gourmet or what kind of food she liked? But I'll write down the recipe because it's a waste of time.>

In the spring of 963 the Imperial Household Agency succeeded in making the best taste with the food the Crown Prince liked. The lady seems to be satisfied. Just in case you forget, I wrote down the recipe carefully behind the notebook.>

In the winter of 963 the Imperial Household Agency, after eight months of hard work, developed a groundbreaking recipe for fish that the Crown Prince of Wales dislikes. The smell and the liver are not strong enough to satisfy you. The lady said, "Even if the Prince does not like it, try to develop healthy food in many ways." As expected, the recipe is attached to the back.>

In the summer of 964, the poor girl, who had been expected to be empress, is said to be the queen. I was hesitating to offer my condolences, but she told me to follow her to the palace of the Queen. With the Emperor telling us to develop some more food to enjoy.>

In the autumn of 964, the queen seems to have grasped everything in her palace within a month. Shortly after her first dinner with Her Majesty, she ordered me to become the chief chef of the Central Palace, saying that she was very satisfied. How can you be so sure that, according to the serving maid, your Majesty has been expressionless all along? Anyway, attach the recipe for today's dishes.>

In the summer of 965, the lady was beheaded for treason. People around me told me to run away without getting involved, but I can't. I am not a human being if I betray the grace of a lady who led me to the highest position as a cook when nobody recognized me. The fucking emperor! He will never know how much the lady has tried for him. Cursed, Emperor! I will pray in hell that someday I will be punished.>

"Ha."

After reading the notebook to the end, Rubley looked coldly down at the chief chef, who was shivering on his feet. The reason for his failure to get rid of this was clear. Maybe it's a recipe in the middle-of-the-road.

However, it was ridiculous to have such a notebook.

"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty. I beg you! Please show mercy!"

"Will you show mercy?"

"Grow up, fool. Please, just once ......."

"Drag and go."

"Your Majesty, please!"

"Good.I'll spare you my life with my mercy.deport the chief chef out of the imperial palace, remove all posts and confiscate half of his property.I'll take my life if I ever come back to the capital in the future. "

Lublis, who had his head fixed and ordered the middle-aged man to be brought out, shouting thanks, strode to the bedroom. The courtiers, who had been struggling to survive the cold weather, all hurriedly avoided their seats and took

Loveless, who opened the door with a ferocious spirit, threw her notebook as soon as she was alone. Then he looked around and found a document with a few books on the small table.

A few days ago, I asked the palace manager to bring all the documents related to the former queen, which was probably it.

Lublis, who picked up the papers roughly, lay down on the bed. His hands slowly slowed down and then stopped, as he tried to flip through a thick pile of paper. He carefully laid down the papers and pointed one hand at his forehead.

Most of the documents brought by the head of the palace were related to the operating instructions of the inner palace, and the rest were related to the rubles themselves.

Perhaps the queen, she thought, could not continue to take up the duties of the palace, and the documents related to the operation of the inner palace seemed to have been written by her own hand for the empress who should one day take the job. It was clear from the fact that it was described in detail, excluding idioms and rhetoric as much as possible, and written in a circle unique to a woman. It was worth knowing why the palace manager risked leaving this document. It was such a detailed document that it could be of great help to even those who don't know

But it was his own documents that made Rubley's mind more complicated.

The bundles of paper, which were neither written by nor written by the empress themselves, were relatively thin. The matters concerning the emperor should not be easily exposed, so there were almost all the details, but there were things written there that you would never find out without your interest in him.

the design and texture of his favorite clothes, the color he prefers, the kind of tea he likes to drink, the temperature, the time to worry about. With little time to face, she knew about him in detail, and was asking for a careful supplement to his taste, even the slightest detail, at the end of the document.

Aristia la Monique.

It's a name that I've never called out of my mouth even though we've been together for so long. So her name, half forgotten, was barely remembered after a long spell of fumbling memories.

After her fight with Jieun a few days ago, it was only then that she realized that her life was comfortable and very satisfying. Once she realized that, she was clearly reminded of what she had forgotten for the past three years.