“If the Princess refuses, it’s fine. I will inform His Highness accordingly. That the Princess refused to board the ship.”

“Are you saying it doesn’t matter whether I board or not?”

“Of course. What benefit do we gain by sending back a foreign princess to her own country?”

Laila looked back and forth between the pass and Lilburn’s face, as his confident stance caused her internal conflict.

Could this really be a trap?

But even as a princess, Laila wasn’t so important in Wessex. Assassination or kidnapping would have value only if the target had some. If forced to choose between the state’s interest and herself, the King of Wessex would undoubtedly sacrifice her.

Moreover, Laila wanted to know about Millei. He was supposed to reveal his identity today, but he didn’t show up.

She could only continue her connection with Millei if she boarded the ship with the pass.

Her pounding heart, too hot with the blood it pumped, wasn’t calmed even by the cold wind.

A situation where curiosity could cost her life.

Laila knew it was an illogical and irrational choice.

But eventually, she took the pass into her hand.

Lilburn’s hand, which had seemed stubborn, relaxed as soon as Laila touched it. Laila felt the uneven mountains and rivers on the pass with her fingertips and left a message for Lilburn.

“Tell Duke Millei to definitely come to Wessex.”

“Princess!”

Surprised, the maid tried to dissuade her, but Laila firmly cut her off.

“If you’re anxious, you can come after a week.”

“How could I possibly do that…”

“Then follow me.”

Laila followed Lilburn’s gesture, leading the way onto the dock.
“Lieutenant Lilburn, don’t think that I came here without any precautions. Even if I don’t return to Wessex, my whereabouts will be conveyed there.”

“Don’t worry. That will be useless information.”

Laila shook her head at Lilburn’s response, noting the utter lack of friendliness in his eyes even at this moment.

“Duke Millei, and you too, are really strange people.”

“…….”

“I’m getting more and more curious about your identity.”

With the help of her escort knights, Laila boarded the ship. Following her, Lilburn’s mercenaries and two of Duke Millei’s knights came aboard.

As Laila was guided inside the ship, she heard the footsteps of several people following her.

…Is this choice the right one?

She still had doubts, but she wanted to trust that strange liar.

After all, it was Millei who had enabled her to annul her engagement with Reynald.

Before completely disappearing into the ship, bells from the royal city’s bell tower echoed in the distance.

Dang, dang….

Amidst the lingering darkness, the deep sound of the bell resonated, prompting the sailors to raise the anchor and unfurl the sails.

The horse, having stopped running, snorted loudly. After gently stroking its neck, Lilburn dismounted and entered Millei’s temporary residence.

As he hurriedly made his way to the second floor where Adrian was, someone seemed to be waiting for him and called out.

“Lieutenant Lilburn.”

Pausing on the stairs, Lilburn turned around. He saw one of Millei’s servants.

“….What is it?”

In response to his question, the servant wordlessly extended a piece of paper.

It was news from Wessex, just before the fall of the royal city.

Isabella Fitzroy’s forces are currently detaining several princesses and princes.

Lilburn’s brow furrowed deeply.

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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