I quickly tore a part of my dress made of absorbent material.
As my legs were exposed, the man turned his head away as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t.
“Move aside.”
“Good heavens. Flesh has been torn from your body. How can you be so nonchalant about such a wound…”
“Don’t touch my body!”
“Fine, just stay still! Do whatever you want with me later!”
I raised my voice unusually high, driven by the sight of blood.
He fixed his confused, shaking gaze on me, chastened by my scolding tone.
Seizing the opportunity, I wrapped the cloth around his shoulder and tied it tightly.
His frame was so robust, and his chest so broad, that even after tearing half my skirt, it was barely enough.
The man initially looked fiercely defensive, like a wounded animal, but as I struggled to tend to him with my small stature, he slowly started to breathe more deeply.
“What happened to you? Who did this? An assailant? Rebel? Spy? Should I go report it?”
No answer came.
He just slowly fluttered his long eyelashes, looking at me quietly.
“Fine. You don’t want to answer, I get it. But can I at least know your name? I’m Kasalyn Robervon. And you? You’re not planning to keep even that a secret, are you?”
“…You’re a noisy woman.”
“Your manners aren’t very nice. I tore my dress to stop your bleeding. You should say thank you for the help.”
He let out a breath that sounded almost like a chuckle.
Was he laughing at me?
“And who are you, wandering around here on your own?”
His naturally condescending tone was irritating, but he obviously had no idea that I was a maid to the queen.
“What’s wrong with taking a walk in the garden? Besides, I am the chief maid to the Queen of the Khan Kingdom. How about that? Are you now inclined to show at least a minimal courtesy?”
“No.”
“You’ve been speaking informally since earlier. My status is not low enough to be spoken down to by you. I may not be preoccupied with social rank, but shouldn’t there be some basic manners between strangers?”
The man, who had been looking away, suddenly turned and looked straight at me.
I involuntarily shivered as if I had locked eyes with a wild wolf.
“That’s what I should be saying.”
“What?”
“I mean, I’m not someone of low enough status to be rudely confronted by you.”
No matter how high his status, he could only be a noble at most. Where does such confidence come from?
I disliked everything he was saying.
I purposely tied the knot in the cloth tightly, hoping it would hurt him a bit. However, he didn’t even flinch, which somehow irritated me more.
“So what? I wouldn’t be scared even if you were the Emperor himself. Because everyone deserves respect regardless of their status. It’s you who are in the wrong for being rude to a stranger.”
Actually, it was a lie.
The rumors about the Emperor of the Lernel Empire were widespread; how could I not be afraid?
But since there was no chance he was the Emperor, I exaggerated a bit and half-jokingly said that.
However, the man reacted as if a skilled fisherman had caught a fine fish in a casually cast net, showing a strange glint in his eyes.
“Are you sure you won’t regret those words?”
“What?”
I was flustered but managed to nod as if unbothered.
Where does such confidence come from?
“Yes, of course.”
“Really?”
Why did I suddenly feel a chill? This unsettling sensation, as if my instincts were screaming not to say another word, what was it?
The man stood up abruptly, without a word of thanks, and coldly walked past me. He then stopped, turned, and said,
“I’ll make sure to ‘mention’ today’s incident to the Emperor. Impudent woman.”
I stood there, dazed, watching his figure disappear into the forest.
What did he mean by ‘mention to the Emperor’, and what was that about not regretting my words?
‘He couldn’t be a confidant of the Emperor, could he? No. He couldn’t be. His hands were rough, and his clothes were ordinary.’
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I hoped nothing would come of this, but the events that would unsettle me began the very next morning.
“You have been kept waiting. The Emperor has granted you an audience.”
Somehow, the Emperor, who had turned us away just yesterday, had suddenly changed his mind.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
_____
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
