“It’s a reconnaissance, Takhan. Don’t forget our purpose.”
“No problem, Asti!”
“Are you just coming to see what Sharakh Uncle has prepared?”
Asti smoothed her voice and shouted loudly in front of the tightly closed golden door.
Oddly enough, despite being a palace of Prince Tarek, where quite a few people usually wandered around, there weren’t many people today.
“Prince Tarek! Can we come in?”
Inside the large door painted in gold and white, a loud, tumultuous sound was heard, as if something was falling and overturning in a hurry, and it soon began to quiet down.
“Uncle, I know what’s inside. I’m Asti!”
Thump, thump, thump!
Asti clung to the door, banging it with her small and plump hands.
Creak!
“Eek! Uncle, what if you suddenly open it!”
Asti, frightened by the suddenly opened door, cowered on the floor.
“You, you… Asti! What, what’s going on here?”
Tarek, looking somewhere chaotic and disoriented, opened the door, then, as if checking if someone was coming, looked around the corridor.
To Tarek’s question, Asti playfully brushed off Takhan’s beak and said, “What are you doing? I just came for a visit. Has our Sharakh Uncle not come?”
Asti, holding the door, slipped through between Tarek’s legs, heading into the room.
“Oh, Asti! Wait a moment! Can you stop by the kitchen and bring some sweet candy?! There’s nothing to eat here!”
Tarek, looking noticeably flustered, hastily sat down in front of Asti and offered a crystal bowl of nuts on the black silk table.
“Well, there’s nothing to eat except this…”
“Oh my! Everyone knows I’ve become a lady! I’ve had dinner!”
Asti, while speaking calmly, picked out a plump macadamia nut from the nuts in her hand.
“But why is the Golden Princess here? She’s a maid of Eiota, so she should be in the harem palace, shouldn’t she?”
“Oh, that’s…”
“Huh, what’s this?”
While twirling her short, plump legs while sitting on the sofa, Asti pulled out a white fabric caught under her foot.
“This…”
Although she may not know, it seemed to look like the inner thoughts of women.
“Oh my!”
Aris, standing next to her, glared at Asti fiercely and quickly grabbed the white bundle of cloth in her hand, and Tarek’s face was gradually turning red.
“Hey, why are you looking and taking it?!”
“For the princess, it’s a great honor. Hit her with a stick!”
Takhan, flapping his wings on Asti’s shoulder, sharply shouted at Aris.
“That’s right, Asti…”
Tarek, seeming hesitant and indecisive, took Asti to a corner of the room.
“Wait. Come here. I’ll show you something for a moment.”
“Huh. What is it?”
When Tarek called Asti softly, she approached him cheerfully. When Tarek opened the golden partition set up in one corner of the room, Asti froze on the spot with her eyes wide open.
What unfolded in front of Asti was a pair of beautiful cream and gold outfits, creating a splendid harmony of colors for a man and a woman.
“As per Sharakh’s advice, I will go to the Grand Bazaar with Aris. So, she was just trying on the clothes to see if they fit. This is really a secret, so don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Wow! Vestis!”
Asti couldn’t close her mouth with her plump cheeks covered by her hands.
Those were the most beautiful and splendid clothes she had ever seen among the ones she had encountered so far.
Certainly, it wasn’t silk but some kind of finely woven cotton fabric. However, just by looking at how meticulously and skillfully the fabric was woven, it exuded a smooth and radiant glow, and the flexibility seemed promising.
Interwoven with golden threads, the cream-colored base emitted a subtle golden shimmer, and the stiffly raised collar exuded dignity and authority. The moderately puffed sleeves carried a gentle softness.
The gold-trimmed waist decoration, adorned with red rubies, was undoubtedly suitable for someone with a deep desert-like complexion, yet at the same time, it was clear that it would complement Aris, with her fair skin and blonde hair.
“I lost…! Completely lost! It’s too beautiful…!”
Asti, gazing at the dazzling garments with hopeless eyes, suddenly grabbed Tarek’s leg, lying on the floor, and began to sob loudly.
“Tarek, Uncle, I hate you! Uhh, I hate you!”
Feeling a sudden melancholy at the overwhelmingly superior skills of Sharakh, which seemed unattainable even after years of effort, Asti, who had been overwhelmed with emotions, sat down on the carpet and began to cry loudly.
“Waaah! I hate you!”
“Hey, why is she doing this? Asti, don’t cry. Huh?! What did I do wrong? Asti!”
“I’ll go first.”
Behind Asti, who was crying loudly, Aris’s voice, sounding slightly angry, was directed coldly at Tarek.
“Oh, no. Wait!”
Tarek grabbed Aris’s white wrist, looking a bit confused.
“Waaah! I hate you, Tarek Uncle! I hate Sharakh Uncle too! I’ll only like Luan Uncle from now on!”
The sweet gaze that had looked at him a moment ago was now replaced by Aris’s intense eyes, as if saying, ‘Is it him or me?’ Tarek hesitated for a moment.
Why does it feel like looking at a poorly buttoned button?
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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