Duke, This Will Sting for a Moment (30 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 72
Frost saw the sunlight pouring through the gap in the curtains falling across his soundly sleeping wife’s face, so he gently propped himself up on one elbow and used his hand to shield her from the light.
Yuriella relaxed her slightly furrowed brow and began breathing evenly in soft snores.
A gentle arc formed on Frost’s lips.
He wanted to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen across her round forehead, but fearing he might disturb her deep slumber, he could not even touch her with his fingertips and merely bent and straightened his idle fingers instead.
What kind of dream might his wife be having right now?
He wished that even if only in her dreams, she could see nothing but good things and experience only happiness.
Yet somehow, thinking of all that his wife had been through until now, it did not seem likely that she would be happy even in her dreams.
Just yesterday, as always, she had spoken of things a woman who had lived as a traveling medicine troupe’s dancer could never possibly know.
[If that bastard Sereno ever found out he had fallen into the Grand Duke’s scheme, his plaster-mask of a face would flush red and purple—it would really be something to see.]
It no longer surprised him, but that did not mean he was entirely unfazed either.
[Even if you smeared shit on someone’s face, it would feel less disgusting than looking at that bastard’s face. His face is completely bloodless like plaster. His hair and eyebrows are pure white. Ugh. After killing his target, he always smears the prey’s blood in a long streak under his eyes. Like tears.]
How could she know the name and face of the shadow the Emperor used as his limbs in such vivid detail? And the very first hawk the Emperor trusted most, no less…
Among the assassins Justin Della Ponti tirelessly sent north, the most difficult to deal with were always the Emperor’s hawks.
They had originally been an assassin group active under the name “Sagoma (Shadows).”
Rumor had it that they were descendants of a minority tribe absorbed into the Empire half a century ago, that they had once resisted as rebels before gradually turning into an assassin organization that killed for high pay.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
He knows!!!!!!! No way!!! I thought he was still dazed by love.
How sweet of him! Trully, when did he noticed???? Because it always said that there was something off but he was too in love to notice.
Isn’t he too much???! He knows she loves him and who she was!