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To be reborn as a porcelain doll

When I opened my eyes again in a lavish and gold-leafed display case, I was bewildered. Furthermore, I couldn't comprehend why I was inside the thin glass, and when I tried to move my body to open the glass, it felt as if my arm, seemingly weighing thousands of kilos, hadn't budged an inch. While pondering that I might have been kidnapped, a shock overwhelmed me as I turned my eyes to my arm—a porcelain doll's arm. Later, my reflection in the golden vase to my right caught my eye. The reflection of a red-haired, red-eyed baby, whose gaze was turned to the side, appeared. It was quite eerie, and I realized that I had reincarnated into the body of a porcelain doll. Then, a blue screen appeared in front of me. According to what it said, if I could fulfill the desires requested of me, I would gain strength. It emphasized that if I wanted to escape from this body, which could break at any moment, I had to fulfill these requests. It was for my own survival!

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To be reborn as a porcelain doll Part 6

In a garden adorned with flowers of various colors, a woman and a man were sitting, sipping tea. The echo of the porcelain cups placed on saucers was the only sound resonating in the garden. Occasionally, the man would glance at a small marble fountain.

Despite the absence of any expression on his face, he seemed to be observing something attentively. Later, the woman in front turned her head to see what the man was looking at.

However, she only noticed the working servants. Then, as she caressed the handle of her cup, the black-haired man signaled to a male servant behind him. The male servant bowed his head and quickly went away, returning after a while with a gift package in his hand.

After handing the gift package to the black-haired man, the male servant swiftly retreated. The black-haired man then offered the gift package to the woman, saying,

"Here is your gift, Lady Amnessia."

His speech was quite formal, devoid of any emotion, and he presented the gift with robotic movements. The woman looked at the gift, then tilted her head slightly and spoke, her right hand joined at her chest.

"I thank His Highness, the Crown Prince."

After receiving the gift, Amnessia, just like the male servant who brought the gift, extended a gift package to Amnessia. Amnessia took the gift package and, speaking in a formal tone, presented it to the black-haired man.

"Please accept this small gift, Your Highness, the Crown Prince."

The man mechanically accepted the gift and spoke in a formal tone without any emotion.

"Thank you for your gift, Lady Amnessia."

"You honor me by appreciating my gift."

The man then sighed and looked at Amnessia, the red-haired and blue-eyed woman sitting across from him. Most likely, they didn't love each other; they had been forced into an arranged engagement when they were children.

As the Crown Prince, Felix had always mentioned that, even if the Emperor, his father, did not love his wife, he always had the right to take a concubine. If he genuinely liked a woman, he could make her his concubine, and no one could interfere. In fact, having multiple wives for the Emperor was considered normal.

If the Empress couldn't bear a prince, she could designate a concubine to fulfill that role. For the continuity of the empire, concubines who bore male children were highly esteemed. It was believed that only a male had the right to rule, and the wife's duty was primarily to ensure the people's well-being.

This belief was particularly prevalent in the Krutal Empire, where people worshipped the Sun God Xearix from the Eight Great Gods.

Xearix represented Perseverance, Intelligence, and Authority, being hailed as the God who governed the world. Those who worshipped him were generally work-oriented and intelligent individuals who placed less importance on emotional values.

Moreover, as he symbolized Governance, it was believed that the right to rule for Emperors and Kings came from Xearix's blessing. Therefore, the people were not displeased to be ruled by Emperors and Kings blessed by Xearix.

According to their beliefs, the more an Emperor or King embodied the characteristics of Xearix, the more they were loved and respected. Countries and empires with lazy rulers often faced rebellions.

Noticing Felix looking at the servants again, Amnessia furrowed her brows and asked, "Is His Highness, the Crown Prince, bothered by the servants?"

"No."

"Why do your eyes seem fixed on the servants, then?"

"Where did you get the idea that I'm looking at them? I'm just observing the scenery in the garden."

"I see..." Amnessia tightened her grip on the porcelain cup, feeling a slight ache in her fingers. She expressed her discomfort, and then asked a question.

"I heard about Alyysia accidentally spilling tea on her hand. Was it really necessary to call the Imperial doctor?"

Felix, abandoning his indifferent expression, turned his face toward Amnessia.

"Yes, unfortunately, such an incident occurred. If the employees had less extra workload or had opportunities to rest, such an event wouldn't have happened."

Amnessia's smile faltered for a few seconds, but she quickly composed herself and continued speaking.

"Yes, it's indeed a sad situation. However, was it really necessary to summon the Imperial doctor for a minor injury?"

"So, Lady Amnessia, are you suggesting we leave our injured employees unattended?"

Felix looked at Amnessia with a questioning expression. Amnessia, panicking, waved her hands in denial.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. But is it really right to occupy the doctor of the Empire for such a minor injury?"

"Should we only bother someone working for the Royal family? Lady Amnessia seems to wish for me to be a truly heartless emperor to my own people..."

Felix continued with a questioning and slightly sarcastic tone.

"As a devout follower of the Supreme God Xearix, I stand by diligent work; however, there is a saying attributed to the Supreme God Xearix regarding an Emperor, Talerius, who ruthlessly exploits his people: 'I rise in the sky, and the light I cast upon the world inspires people to work. Yet, my light does not harm my people on Earth.

Remember that you derive your ruling power from me, and you govern this people on my behalf. If you exploit the people excessively under the guise of my mission, you will have stolen the night from the sky continuously.

Remember that my mission advocates for sufficient work, not excessive labor that harms oneself! And one day, the Moon you have stolen will swallow the Sun, causing it to vanish. You will be trapped under a dark sky because you will have lost the hearts of your people and the right to rule them."

Amnessia's face contorted in frustration as she clenched her fists. She couldn't understand why she was so angry with herself for a servant; their duties were to carry out menial tasks. If they couldn't even do that, then why were they paid? Was it for them to sleep?

Felix sipped his tea and forcefully placed the cup on the saucer, producing a sharp "pat" sound as he continued speaking, "It seems like the Crown Princess wants me to lose the hearts of the people and the right to rule..."

"I never want such a thing."