Shuher glanced briefly at the familiar gun, then asked as if he couldn’t comprehend.
“Why is this out?”
“I heard from Lord Demil today. That this gun is something very special.”
“Ah, is that so?”
Evenel’s spirits fell at his too nonchalant response. She had asked earnestly.
“No, that’s not something to be so casual about. This is a gift from the Emperor himself. Why, what were you thinking… why did you give this to me?”
Her curiosity got the better of her, prompting her to be direct. Shuher, finally catching on to why Evenel had come, picked up the gun that had been laid on the table.
“I didn’t give it, I lent it to you temporarily.”
“That’s not why I came to see you. I just can’t understand, and it’s bothering me so much that I couldn’t focus on training today.”
Seemingly recognizing her seriousness, Shuher shifted his gaze back to the gun. Studying the design that was paired with a sword, he began to speak in a far more serious tone than before.
“As you heard, this is a gift from my father. He made both a gun and a sword for the future, specifically suited for me.”
His black pupils seemed to sink into memories, recalling when he first received the gift.
When Shuher first received it, he was too young to wield it and only started using it once he had gained enough strength.
Ever since that day, he used the sword his father gave him against any foe. He had also cherished the seldom-used gun. Given its extraordinary significance, giving the gun to Evenel was certainly surprising.
“But is it really that important to you?”
“Of course. Knowing how meaningful it is, how could I use it comfortably? Especially… being from Aodin.”
She knew about whatever had happened between the late Emperor and Aodin.
“It’s too heavy for me to use.”
Holding that gun felt as if an extra weight attached to her hand, as if the heavy karma of the past clung to it.
Her gaze, directed toward the ground as she bowed her head, spoke volumes of her tangled emotions.
“You were so happy to receive it then.”
“I didn’t know the circumstances then…”
Evenel lifted her head and was about to speak but stopped upon seeing the gun extended toward her. Confused by the unexpected gesture, she alternated her gaze between the gun and Shuher’s face.
Seeing her just look at it, he practically thrust the gun into her arms. She awkwardly caught it.
“No, why.”
“Don’t make me say it twice. This is already out of my hands.”
“What did you hear me say? What do you plan to do if someone sees this in my possession? You know people will talk.”
If Demildo knew, then nearly no one would be ignorant about the story behind this gun. If it became known that Shuher had given it personally, people would inevitably question his motives.
Shuher chuckled at her worried words.
“Who are you worrying about in your current situation?”
“I am being serious right now…”
“My father had some parting words when he gave me this sword and gun.”
Evenel stopped speaking and showed interest in what he was saying. She wondered what that had to do with his giving her the gun.
“What did he say?”
“Use it to protect Karies.”
As Shuher said this, the rough hand that had been stroking his hair lifted. He had never forgotten the voice of his father, filled with desperate hope.
According to Evenel, his father, the Emperor of Karies, had suffered miserably due to Aodin’s betrayal and had struggled to survive.
Ironically, it was his father’s words that left him with no choice but to give her the gun.
“So, I entrust it to Your Highness.”
To Evenel, it sounded like this: she had taken the lead in protecting Karies, so she deserved to hold the gun.
She lowered her head and stared blankly at the gun she was holding in both hands.
His words were still blunt and indifferent, but for some reason, her heart welled up with emotion. Perhaps because she had never expected to hear such words from Shuher, it felt like her existence had been acknowledged.
With that thought, the weight that had been pressing down on her lifted.
“And it doesn’t matter what people say. Do I look like I’d be swayed by such trivial matters?”
Entranced, Evenel nodded her head. Upon reflection, her worry had been pointless. After all, he could make anyone submit completely.
“Why are you doing this?”
She thought that saying this much would have been sufficient, but the words that escaped her lips made a look of annoyance flash across Shuher’s eyes.
Just when she was about to stop pressing, Evenel’s voice rang out once again.
“Your words raise expectations, you know. That I can… stay here.”
His mouth shut tight at her voice, which was filled with a mix of emotion and choked-up feelings. The emotions reflected in those eyes, where joy and sorrow coexisted, were not easily definable.
As soon as their eyes met, he coughed awkwardly a few times.
Evenel tightly gripped her guns in both hands and spilled out her worries that had filled her all day. It was a conversation that she had not been able to finish last time.
About what she would do going forward.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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