“It occurred to me that it might be true. I have no memory, but perhaps some emotion lingered.”
I focused on the cyclamens beside me, lost in thought.
Every flower has a legend. The cyclamen, as beautiful as it was sorrowful, had its own. It’s a flower of noble grace yet seems lonely. Its delicate fragrance was soothing.
“But an emotion without memory, how far can it go?”
Cyclamen was the fairest and kindest of the spring fairies, dearly loved by the gods.
“So it means nothing.”
Yet the world was cruel to her. Her young lover betrayed her, whispering love to the nymph of the stream.
“Don’t dwell on it.”
I sent Riccardo’s words with the wind and sympathized with the cyclamen. The flower’s meaning of jealousy and past love mirrored her heart.
“But, Your Grace.”
My calm call made Riccardo halt. For the first time, I faced him directly, meeting his gaze.
Thump-thump, my heart raced inexplicably each time our eyes met. I didn’t know the reason for this emotion, but I believed there’s no shame in harboring feelings for someone.
“Are you certain your words were meant for me?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Were they not something you wanted to tell yourself?”
His lips sealed shut. His emotionless grey eyes flickered briefly before his adam’s apple bobbed significantly.
“You’re right. There’s no need or reason for you to remember or dwell on it.”
“…”
“Indeed, how could any emotion be tied to a memory you don’t recall.”
Even if the cyclamen’s flower language speaks of a past love, the flower itself remains beautiful. No one can hurt her unless she allows herself to be wounded, even if her young lover betrayed her.
“It’s just my memory and my feelings. So, there’s no need for you to worry about the significance it holds for me.”
Riccardo’s lips twitched slightly but ultimately, no response came. I forced a brighter smile.
“Let’s go. People are waiting.”
And there were a lot of them.
At the end of the garden path, no exaggeration, there must have been a hundred people waiting to greet him.
Only then did the reality hit me that I was about to enter one of the most prestigious ducal houses in the empire.
Suddenly, I felt a knot in my stomach, worrying I might have been too bold with the empire’s top predator.
I caught myself glancing around nervously, then took a deep breath and straightened up.
I was brought into the Pennel family at five and received no formal education until I was twelve. After the family’s downfall, I lived almost like a maid.
My existence was clearly alien to this place.
My plan was simple: fulfill Riccardo’s expectations and return home as soon as possible.
With a clear goal in mind, my steps became more determined.
It’s been three days since I entered this vast ducal residence.
“Phew…”
Feeling stifled, I wandered out to the garden alone. Since arriving, Riccardo hadn’t sought me out, leaving me confined to a luxurious room. Was there no urgent reason for bringing me here?
Fortunately, I could roam around the mansion without guards or attendants. A relief, but…
I ended up getting lost while walking in this place, which felt more like a town than a house.
I thought I heard the sound of blacksmiths hammering metal…
“Ah, never mind. If I keep walking, I’ll eventually find a familiar path.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
