You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 2100

Chapter 2100: Life Always Needs Some Hope

Three months later, the Rohomes rebellion was quelled, and the Yoshikawa family was completely eradicated. Hirota died in a hail of bullets, his body unrecognizable. Thus, a century-old powerful family collapsed, its former glory gone. For other families, this served as a warning. To ensure their survival, they diluted their own power, handed over control of mines and wealth, and dispersed their businesses, returning authority to the royal family and the Imperial Household Agency.

The formal coronation and empress investiture ceremonies were held simultaneously. Despite the coup, the Eastern Capital remained as prosperous as ever, with the initial vigilance seemingly a distant memory.

The lengthy and burdensome coronation and investiture ceremonies lasted six hours. Back in the lounge, Clint sat on the sofa, removed his crown, and set it aside casually. His expression revealed exhaustion, and his face was pale.

Shizuka approached him quietly. She wore luxurious attire and a heavy phoenix crown but dared not remove it. He could be casual; she could not. She slowly knelt beside Clint on the sofa.

"Your Majesty, let me massage your legs," she said as she began to massage him, knowing he was tired. For three months, he had been tirelessly working, often sleeping less than three hours, either commanding on the front lines or strategizing behind the scenes. He had been shot, slit his wrist, lost a lot of blood without proper recovery, and recently caught a cold. After six hours of ceremonies, his strength was undoubtedly depleted.

After a while, Clint's expression relaxed slightly. Suddenly, he felt a discomfort in his throat and couldn't help but cover his mouth as he coughed repeatedly. His face turned cold; he hated how colds always made him cough for long periods, hindering his ability to handle state affairs.

Shizuka stood up gracefully despite her heavy attire. She poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. Then she took out a medicine box and retrieved two capsules.

"Your Majesty, I modified the formula. I know you dislike herbal decoctions, so I refined the ingredients into powder and made capsules. Give me some time to help you recuperate."

She didn't continue speaking. With her medical background specializing in internal medicine and conditioning, she believed that with careful treatment over time, his weak constitution would improve significantly.

Clint didn't look at Shizuka but took the capsules and swallowed them with hot tea before drinking more water to soothe his throat. Since agreeing to the marriage alliance, Shizuka had been living in his residence as his personal physician.

He suddenly found it ironic that Hajime's daughter was a doctor-Hajime must have feared he would die early and chose a medically trained bride for him. Interestingly enough, Shizuka seemed competent; despite not fully recovering in three months, her treatments allowed him to endure the exhausting rebellion suppression.

He set the teacup aside as Shizuka knelt beside him again to continue massaging him with a serene demeanor. Since her arrival, she rarely spoke or made any demands-only silently treating him and preparing medicine late into the night.

Clint suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Shizuka, although I don't know your intentions, you are indeed obedient."

Shizuka's face reddened under his grip but didn't hurt; it just affected her breathing. She usually avoided looking at him directly-this man she admired who was now her husband.

"I have no ulterior motives," Shizuka said softly.

Clint tightened his grip on her chin. "Listen," he said coldly. "Our marriage is purely political. You got your empress title; I got support from the Imperial Household Agency. We each got what we wanted."

"After marriage, we live our own lives separately. I'll never touch you. That's all there is between us."

Shizuka stiffened; her usually compliant eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

"But Your Majesty needs heirs," she said softly.

"The royal bloodline must continue."