“Today, as I’m not feeling well, may I go in first?”
As the party was reaching its peak, Leona’s words were subtly thrown out.
In response, Gerard waved his hand as if expressing annoyance.
Despite Gerard’s indifferent expression, Leona bowed slightly and lightly kissed his cheek, where the sweet lips that always whispered to him were touched and then withdrew.
At the peculiar sensation, Gerard’s eyes narrowed.
“Ahem.”
Leona kept her lips close to his ear.
“Instead, tonight, I’ll do my best for you.”
At the sweet whispering voice, Gerard’s nostrils flared.
Leona gently brushed his chin and left the party hall.
The lips that had a seductive smile just a moment ago became expressionless as soon as she turned around.
As she stepped out of the party hall filled with smoke, Leona’s face became even colder.
She walked straight towards her room.
Her words about not feeling well were not a lie.
Perhaps it was because the long-awaited moment was finally happening.
Her body wasn’t moving as her heart desired, just like her heart.
The shoes making a clacking sound echoed in the empty corridor.
“Hmm.”
She glanced around, but there was no sign of anyone.
“If it’s a party, everyone is blinded.”
When a party is held in the royal palace, even the servants who do odd jobs gather around the banquet hall like moths.
By now, they would all be busy hiding in inconspicuous places, enjoying the sight of the nobles.
And tomorrow, they would be busy spreading rumors about who caught whose eye at the party, who insulted whom, and so on.
“Boring.”
The longer she stayed in the palace, the more nauseating it became.
It was inevitable as the time spent at the palace became longer.
It had been a tiresomely long time.
Leona put her hand inside her head and took off the wig that had been pressing her scalp, making the golden hair spread out into the air.
She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again; even the brown eyes turned into golden ones.
Leona had never shown her true appearance outside her room until now.
Knowing that complacency was more dangerous than anything in the palace where many eyes were watching.
But now, it seemed that the end had come.
Was the fact that she had reached the end making her complacent?
It was just a few steps in a safe place where she briefly relaxed her mind.
Thunk.
The moment she pulled the doorknob to open the door.
Leona felt like blood was draining from her body.
And as she turned her head, feeling a prickling sensation.
She could see Bercheria and Groovy standing across the corridor.
“…!”
Leona’s golden eyes widened as if they were about to tear.
“How…”
Of all people, it had to be these two.
It was none other than those two who discovered Leona’s true appearance right in front of their eyes. An absolutely unthinkable event had unfolded.
Groovy was looking at Costerbil, who was uttering nonsense, with a bewildered expression. “Is he saying that you’re a handsome man who can be counted as one of the top ten in the capital?”
Though Groovy had lived in prison all his life, he could still distinguish between handsome and ugly, at least with the eyes he had.
Even considering himself as a reference, Costerbil was by no means a handsome face.
With a skeptical look, Groovy asked again, “Then, how many Northern Grand Dukes has Duke Lachlan become?”
Costerbil turned his head following the direction Groovy pointed, and his expression turned blank as he met eyes with the sitting Lachlan.
As he looked this way, the women who were near Costerbil let out admiration.
Costerbil sighed deeply and turned to Groovy. “Brother.”
Then he shook his head reluctantly. “Grand Duke Lachlan is also quite handsome. I know. But unfortunately, he’s not a capital man.”
Continuing to gaze at him with suspicion, Costerbil sighed as if there was no other choice.
“Understand. Because everyone has different eyes. But if you knew how much the ladies adore me, you couldn’t make the same expression as now.”
“…”
“This is a secret. I have never fallen for a lady first. I’ve met some beauties in the capital, but none of them seemed particularly beautiful to my eyes.”
Costerbil’s chatty lips suddenly froze.
It was because he had spotted Bercheria walking towards them from the opposite side.
Costerbil grabbed Groovy’s arm suddenly and asked, “Who’s that lady?”
Following Costerbil’s gaze, Groovy turned his head and met eyes with Bercheria, who was sitting with a blank face.
“Oh? It’s Bercheria!”
Groovy greeted her warmly, shaking hands.
“I can’t believe that’s Bercheria.”
Looking at her, Costerbil murmured with a dumbfounded face.
It was clear that it was Bercheria at a glance.
Of course, Costerbil had been hearing about the goddess of weather all day, but he had no real interest.
What could the goddess do for him?
Besides, his vision wasn’t good, and even if he knew that Bercheria was sitting next to the emperor, he could barely distinguish her features.
So he didn’t know.
How insanely beautiful she was.
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.
*
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.”
