Dublin Cricket & Tennis Club.
It was a place so high and mighty that even the queen was not allowed to enter. If the king, who once caused a major incident, sought refuge in the Dublin Club, it was a place with a high and exclusive threshold for women.
But for a mere bastard to be the first woman…
It was an infuriating event, so much so that Queen Margarita rose abruptly from her seat in the palace.
As Anneblin calmly read the later part of the article, color drained from her face. The pale complexion that had been white turned quickly into a deep red.
Anneblin, who had been subtly fanning herself, blinked a few times and stared through the paper.
She hadn’t seen it wrong.
“The first female player officially sponsored by Ransloth Society.”
The fact that Olivia Blanchett, among others, played tennis, and that she received support from the Ransloth Society was more shocking.
Edgar, you.
How could this happen? How could you do this to me?
When Anneblin first showed interest in tennis, when she started learning tennis, and when she first entered a competition, he showed no interest.
Anneblin couldn’t understand Edgar.
Not only Ransloth’s sponsorship but also permission to enter the Dublin Club.
Why only that woman…
The extreme anger turned into sadness like waves, suddenly overwhelming her. Her eyelashes grew warm.
Even though she thought she knew Edgar well.
“…I don’t know.”
The current Edgar seemed like a stranger to Anneblin. He was too unfamiliar.
“As expected, it’s typical of Ed.”
Alex, who took the newspaper from Anneblin as if snatching it away, said.
“…”
Anneblin’s easily flushed pupils turned towards Alex. He neatly folded the newspaper and tilted it to one side as he continued.
“There will be an official engagement announcement between Johann and Countess Krantz tomorrow. Why would you include such pictures in this article at this timing?”
Half-folded, the newspaper was filled with wedding pictures of Duke Leopold and Olivia.
“…Did Edgar do it on purpose?”
“That rascal did.”
“…”
“I didn’t say it was my brother, but watching a game with a predetermined winner, what’s the fun in that, Anne.”
“What are you talking about? I won based on my skills.”
Anneblin glared at her husband with reddened ears.
Louise inwardly sneered at the disgusting sight. Skills, she thought. Even though everyone knows.
Alex, as someone who strongly opposed Anneblin’s relationship with Edgar, felt sorry for his sister returning after a failed marriage to the agent prince. He refrained from saying more.
Women’s tennis matches, being an unpopular event, and the royal family only supporting it enough to block ticket sales, were facts that even his sister, not too foolish, had noticed.
“Alright then. Do well this time too.”
Alex smiled at Anneblin.
As someone who strongly opposed Anneblin’s relationship with Edgar, felt sorry for his sister returning after a failed marriage to the agent prince. He refrained from saying more.
“It’s not the kind of relationship you’re thinking of. I guarantee that.”
“Such a relationship?”
“Yeah. It’s not that. They’re just two people.”
Looking at his sister sitting lifelessly with the expression of someone betrayed by an ex-lover, Alex spoke to console her.
“Maybe a relationship of using and being used.”
“…”
The carriage was passing through the Golden Bridge downstream of the Vichenne River. Under the row of golden street lamps, red flags were fluttering in the wind.
Worthiness of use.
To Edgar, Olivia Blanchett was nothing more and nothing less. Anneblin’s mind cleared when she realized the cold truth that she was just a ticket-selling tool for the competition. Anger dissolved like a lie.
She felt like she could sympathize with that woman.
Perhaps Olivia Blanchett didn’t know that she was not the daughter of nobility, but just an unfortunate woman. Pitiful and helpless.
Before they knew it, the carriage had arrived at the Royal Art Museum. As the door opened, camera flashes started going off in all directions, seemingly waiting for their arrival.
The Crown Prince couple got off first, and Anneblin, gracefully descending from the carriage, could genuinely smile in front of them.
“Did you see the news this morning, Your Highness?”
Reporters swarmed around.
“Please say something about the newly emerging player, Miss Blanchett!”
“Do you think she’ll become a rival?”
Despite the overwhelming questions shouted from all directions, Anneblin did not lose her composed expression.
“After the necklace incident, now the Dublin competition. How do you feel, Your Highness?”
Amid the noisy reporters, Anneblin’s lips, which had been observing them for a moment, moved as if about to open, and a momentary silence fell. Anneblin showed an elegant smile befitting a princess.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Confidence was imbued in her clear voice.
“Please. Rise to the finals.”
In the once again pouring silver flashes, Anneblin’s diamond tiara sparkled brilliantly.
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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