That night.
A grand party welcoming Vercheria and Rakrahann was held in the royal palace.
An unprecedented event occurred where the city gates were opened, allowing nobles residing in the capital to enter without invitations. Consequently, people who never thought of attending a royal party were gathering, turning the palace into a bustling crowd.
Superficially, it was a welcoming party for Rakrahann and Vercheria.
However, looking deeper, it was evident that there was a hidden intention to reveal how great of an emperor Gerard was.
As time passed since the war, Gerard, who gradually began to take his power for granted, might not have initially seen Vercheria’s appearance as a significant threat.
But circumstances always change, and Gerard, no matter how much of an emperor he claimed to be, had to realize that nothing in the world lasts forever.
“The goddess can take a seat here.”
The emperor’s attendant bowed to Vercheria, indicating a place for her to sit.
She raised her head towards the spot the attendant pointed to and discovered a golden chair beside the emperor, making her chuckle.
On the right sat Empress Laurence.
On the left was Vercheria.
Originally, Leone should have been sitting in this spot, but she watched the situation unfold from a distance.
Leone carefully observed the goddess who had taken her place.
When Vercheria stopped, Gerard personally pulled out a chair for her to sit.
“Vercheria, please sit. Let’s start the party.”
Vercheria’s gaze, looking down at the seat where the government had been seated for a long time, was indifferent.
Gerard’s expression, gazing at Vercheria with his arrogant face, also became anxious.
It was because everyone knew they were being watched.
“Vercher…”
“Your Majesty, this chair doesn’t seem suitable for me.”
“What?”
Without saying anything more, Vercheria walked past the emperor and approached Empress Laurence.
Then, right beside Laurence and the chair prepared for Princess Kelita, she sat down.
As people gathered in the banquet hall, no one felt anything odd about Vercheria’s natural behavior.
Only Gerard felt provoked by her actions.
“I-insolence…”
Due to Vercheria’s eye contact, he couldn’t even express his displeasure until the end.
A moment later, Kelita and Rakrahann appeared, taking their seats next to the emperor.
When all the chairs were occupied, Gerard stood up, raising a glass of wine.
Following him, Vercheria and Rakrahann also lifted their glasses, seizing the opportunity to gaze at each other amid the chaos.
Kelita, who had been watching them closely, locked eyes with Empress Laurence, who had been staring blankly.
Indeed, Laurence was using the “Parallel Butterfly” to infiltrate Kelita’s body, leaving only a soul fragment like a scarecrow.
Nevertheless, Laurence seemed to perform her role as empress well, much to Kelita’s relief.
In their respective thoughts, they gaze at each other now.
“I extend my gratitude to everyone who attended the party in the name of Emperor Gerard.”
The banquet hall became so quiet that even the sound of dresses brushing against each other could be heard.
“We all know that the most vulnerable place in our empire is the north. It’s barren and extremely…”
Gerard glanced briefly at Rakrahann and continued speaking.
“Neglected.”
Rakrahann’s eyes towards Gerard were sharp and cutting.
“What the north needed the most was the spirit of protection. Just in time, Vercheria appeared for the dying north. It was a tremendously grateful event, isn’t it?”
As the emperor looked down at the banquet hall, the nobles below nodded in unison.
Gerard, as an emperor, was not particularly competent, but there were always brilliant aides with excellent minds.
“Now, in the name of our empire, let’s toast to Duke Rakrahann, who has come to the imperial palace, and Vercheria, who has returned. All glory in the name of the empire.”
The nobles raised their glasses, responding to the toast with one voice.
“All glory in the name of the empire.”
Concealing their own thoughts, the gazes of those sipping red wine intertwined complexly.
As the orchestra began to play, energy filled the banquet hall.
People danced, and some nobles approached Gerard, flattering him.
As the time when no one cared approached, Rakrahann quietly stood up from his seat.
As his tall shadow stretched across the floor, Vercheria’s hand, looking straight ahead, dropped the chair beside her.
Passing by her side, Rakrahann gently held and then released Vercheria’s fingertips.
The warm body temperature momentarily overlapped and then quickly moved apart.
Rakrahann, passing by the Vercheria who was looking straight ahead, walked confidently towards the stage through the passage.
Behind the red curtain, his cloak fluttered before hiding his figure.
Amidst the music, Vercheria’s expression, looking straight ahead, remained silent as if nothing had happened.
Outside, Rakrahann, who had come out, walked through a quiet corridor, as if entering a different world from the banquet hall.
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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