Levanfell, drawing near, noticed me clutching the cushion as if I was about to throw it and asked,
“Have I angered you?”
“……No.”
“Then why do I feel like you’re about to hit me with that cushion?”
He’s quick to notice, isn’t he?
I bit my lip and gently put down the cushion I had been gripping tightly. Myu slipped out through the open door, leaving the two of us to converse.
Levanfell came up with a faint smile and softly took my hand.
“Let’s see. What have I done wrong to upset Her Majesty?”
“……Why are you holding my hand?”
“It seems better to hold my hand to calm your anger than clutching that cushion.”
Levanfell mumbled briefly and intertwined his fingers with mine, locking them so I couldn’t escape. Strangely enough, it really did help me calm down.
“……Is this a method passed down in the royal family?”
I gazed at our intertwined fingers, mumbling in wonderment. Levanfell then pulled me to sit by the bed with a pleasant smile.
“It’s more of a traditional method than one passed down through the royal family. Will you tell me why you were angry now? I can’t think of anything wrong I did today.”
I didn’t want to tell him that people were favorable to me because of the sacred power I possessed.
It was a petty pride.
‘……So that’s why he kissed me.’
I had been curious why he kissed me last time. And why I had accepted that kiss, too.
Today I found out why.
As Myu had said, Levanfell was drawn to me because of the power I possessed, and it must have manifested as a kiss. I must have been influenced by the power of my sacred force as well.
‘……But can those with power be influenced too?’
I pondered briefly before dismissing the thought. Since those with power can be influenced, I must have responded to the kiss!
What other reason could there be? Let’s not think too deeply about it. There was no need to worry anymore, now that I knew that the goodwill shown to me by others was all because of my sacred force.
‘But why were the people of Lupeon Kingdom so hostile to me?’
Was it because many in the Lupeon Kingdom didn’t believe in the god Semula?
With our intertwined fingers helping me to calm down, my earlier depression blew away as if it had never been.
Having power was not a bad thing, was it? If people are favorable to me because of it, that’s a good thing!
Let’s think positively.
“I guess I was just tired today. Sorry.”
“You met Sangdan today.”
“Yes, Raven was……”
“……Raven?”
When I mentioned Raven’s name, Levanfell’s long fingers twitched. His eyebrows subtly furrowed.
‘Right, Levanfell hates Duke Liranep, doesn’t he?’
I reassured Levanfell by explaining the situation.
“Don’t worry. Raven is different from Duke Liranep.”
“Raven is different?”
“Yes. After securing his inheritance, Raven said he would leave the family and not come to the imperial palace again.”
“Raven will leave the family and not come to the imperial palace?”
“Yes. And……”
……Should I also say that he cried?
I decided to keep that a secret. The person who ran away crying because he didn’t want to show tears might feel guilty if I mentioned it.
Let’s not talk about that.
“And what else?”
“And Raven has a great interest in the latest trends and parties. Fortunately, I think I’ll be able to get a lot of help in various ways.”
“Raven knows a lot about the latest trends?”
“Yes. Exactly that.”
It’s well explained now, right? There’s nothing to worry about now, right?
I smiled brightly, patting Levanfell’s hand and letting go of our intertwined fingers.
“What are you doing? It’s almost time to change. We should get ready in advance.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Yes?”
“Call me.”
Levanfell stood up and faced me with a dissatisfied look.
“……Your Majesty?”
“Call me, as I told you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“……Is that calling me?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Levanfell swept his hair back and muttered as if wronged.
“Should I change my name to Your Majesty? The first emperor of the Leonharta Empire, Your Majesty Your Majesty.”
“What nonsense, Your Majesty.”
Certainly, here’s the translation:
“Again, Your Majesty! It’s Elihud’s name, it’s the name of the advent, and even now the name is Liraneph’s command! Why am I His Majesty?”
“Because Your Majesty is Your Majesty.”
“My name is not His Majesty, Empress. In case you don’t know, let me remind you, my name is Levanfell.”
“I know. I think I told you once before for the same problem. Until now, no empress has ever casually called the emperor by his name.”
As I laugh and refute, Levanfell clenches his lower lip tightly and walks over to the window.
“What are you doing there, Your Majesty?”
“I won’t look back until you call my name.”
Contrary to the stenchfilled rumors, it was a cute tantrum. What’s the point of not looking back when his appearance changes, and he has to rely on my help?
“Empress.”
Before I could finish thinking, Levanfell, who was looking out the window, muttered faintly.
“Did the Empress make that flower bloom?”
“Perhaps.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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