“No matter where I look, you don’t look appetizing at all. I don’t understand why that pig princess is so obsessed with you. It seems like you’re nothing but bones.”
His fingers, which were holding her chin, slid over her lower lip.
“It’s not like you emit a musky scent, and you didn’t deliberately try to seduce others with provocative looks or attire, but quite a few people seem to want to see you.”
Latifa, who felt the touch on her lips, lowered her eyelids with a sidelong glance and discovered the unfinished hemp rope.
Seizing the end of the white hemp rope hanging on her wrist, she pulled it tautly, crushing it tightly.
“Only Princess Asti wants to see me. It must be about the issue of Mercatus’s most dazzling ceremonial dress.”
After saying that, she tore the end into two strands and firmly tied a knot. It was evident from the herb scent emanating from the hemp rope that it was a special one soaked in herbal medicine.
Worried that the knot might come loose while swinging the sword, Latifa touched it with her fingers a couple of times to check.
“Besides that princess, there are various types of people who want to see you.”
“Who would want to see me like that?”
“There are quite a few trash trying hard to look good to you in this mud pit.”
“That’s not my popularity, it’s yours, isn’t it? You’re scaring them away, so they come to me for comfort. Come to think of it, it’s quite a good strategy.”
“A strategy?”
Since he showed no signs of ending the conversation, Latifa, taking the opportunity, carefully examined the other hemp rope tied to his other hand.
“Vicious and brutal man serving the wicked prince and a kind and merciful woman. People will adore and like such things. Everyone will pay attention to us. It’s like a royal family. Don’t you think so?”
As much as a strategy frequently used even in the imperial family to captivate public sentiment.
‘Nothing makes a better reputation than presenting an ideal image of a leader, like a terrifying husband and a kind wife. Tales of a husband achieving great feats on the battlefield and a wife meticulously caring for the people of the territory thanks to funds.’
That was the ideal image of a leader that the people desired.
“Even in the empire, there were quite a few noble couples who pretended to get along well even if they didn’t. That way, people will support us more. It’s what the citizens want.”
Latifa explained all these things point by point, saying that it would also help Luan become the Sultan, and Hades, with an ambiguous expression, didn’t know whether to be happy or angry.
“Were there many such couples?”
“Even so, there weren’t many couples whose fabricated appearances lasted long. People were either indulging in love affairs or indulging in extravagance. Where would a hastily assembled appearance last? Maybe it was different in the past, but when I was in the empire, there were no proper nobles. Phew. It’s done!”
As he tightly tied the knot on the opposite side, he asked.
“Do you think we’ll last in your eyes?”
“Um… We…”
Latifa hesitated and averted her gaze.
If only Hades had a hundred arms, how good would it be?
Then, she could avoid his persistent gaze by tying a hundred amafos.
Unfortunately, Hades only had two arms.
“We?”
Hades, finding Latifa’s awkwardness amusing, approached and put his hand on her waist.
“Maybe as long as you… don’t get a lover, there won’t be a problem.”
“Oh. So, the problem is on my side? Do you think you can handle it well?”
His satisfying sigh had now settled on Latifa’s collarbone.
“Latifa. There’s no luxury or waste in the Caliphe Sanctum for a thousand years. Even if you carve a strawberry field from a red ruby or make a vineyard with amethyst, Caliphe won’t bat an eye. But if you get a lover…”
“Are you going to kill me?”
“I’d rather make you beg for death with your own mouth.”
“Not surprising.”
‘Wow, I’ve become quite courageous.’
Now, even Hades’s eerie words didn’t scare her at all.
“What about you?”
In response to his question, Latifa looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“What will you do if I get a lover?”
‘Hate it.’
“……!”
The answer that immediately came to her mind left a lump in her chest.
What if Hades finds another woman who suits his taste?
‘What will happen to me…’
The anxiety that she had pushed aside until now was gradually creeping back.
Latifa, suppressing the tingling sensation in her nose, replied.
“If it pleases the man, the lover can take care of it. But if there’s anything else that pleases you, I’ll do it all.”
“…Very well done.”
She thought her answer was close to the right one, but unexpectedly, his voice had a mischievous and bizarre tone.
“Yeah. I’ll send a message to that pig princess. Since you and I are entering the palace together, there’s no need to arrange a residence in the harem palace. Let’s just have a few meals in the royal palace and come back.”
With a small sigh, Hades messed up Latifa’s hair and said.
After the coming-of-age ceremony, there was really no occasion for Latifa to step out as a Fraulein.
Not that there was nothing to do.
Yanan seemed to have started regarding Latifa as the lady of the Caliphe Sanctum, showing her around the main and branch houses of the estate, explaining the purpose of each room, how to handle guests, and teaching her about the culture of the desert and Caliphe’s traditions.
And in the meantime, she was quite busy studying how to write in the desert language.
Although Latifa asked Yanan to write in the desert language, she heard that Latifa was making an information sheet for the imperial citizens. Yanan refused her request outright when she heard that, saying that she wouldn’t help her.
However, Latifa couldn’t just abandon those people who had suffered under Amira.
Even without imagining what the prisoners who couldn’t communicate might do, she could easily guess.
If she made an information sheet with a desert language dictionary, pronunciation rules, and simple conversation methods, it might make their work a bit easier or relieve the vague anxiety they felt in a foreign country.
“Hades didn’t help me learn the desert language either. It would be nice if he did!”
Latifa complained to Caesar with dissatisfaction. Caesar was gently waving his tail while sprawling his large body on a cool marble.
“I think I know the reason.”
“It must be bothersome.”
“If it were bothersome, I would have eaten you a long time ago.”
Caesar chuckled and purred. Lazily stretching, he got up and asked her.
“Should I tell you the reason?”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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