“Not scary at all…”
He murmured to himself, then let out a soft chuckle, ambiguous whether it was of genuine amusement or mockery, and continued on his way.
Kasalyn, like a chick following its mother, walked lightly behind him.
Parnes, striding ahead with long legs, glanced back at Kasalyn hurrying after him and subtly slowed his pace.
“If I had known in advance, I would never have committed such an indiscretion. I’m truly sorry for everything.”
“No need to make amends now. I never cared about someone like you in the first place.”
“Why didn’t you reveal yourself as the Emperor to me? You say you didn’t care, but it must have been unpleasant for you.”
“Who knows. Your clueless and frightened state was quite amusing.”
“Amusing? I’m sincerely apologizing here.”
Ignoring Kasalyn’s response, the Emperor walked on before suddenly stopping.
Kasalyn, who paused a few steps behind him, looked up at his face, significantly taller than hers.
Despite just learning he was the Emperor, strangely, he didn’t feel as unapproachable as before. It seemed she had quickly gotten used to him.
Kasalyn knew she shouldn’t dare to look directly into the Emperor’s eyes, so she quietly lowered her gaze. Then, a short, enigmatic sigh escaped his lips.
“You just said I’m not scary at all,” he murmured, his voice tinged with an odd sense of regret.
Kasalyn almost looked up at him again but composed herself and remained respectful.
“You’re already aware that I’m impudent and annoying, so don’t bother being formal now. It’s rather displeasing.”
“Then how should I?”
“Act as you were. It’ll give me something to think about how to punish you later. And stop following me like a chick.”
He said this and walked towards a gently flowing stream.
Kasalyn couldn’t tell if he was joking or seriously scolding her, but she noticed that he seemed displeased when she started to be more formal.
Confused, she slightly opened her mouth, then decided to follow his command and briskly walked ahead of him.
It was audacious for a mere maid to walk in front of an Emperor, but with him, it somehow felt permissible.
“Look, this way, I’m not following you; you’re following me.”
She mustered courage to do as he said, but for some reason, he chuckled softly.
Duke Ludwig, the knights, and even passing maids were shocked, murmuring among themselves.
“His Majesty laughed. Should we call the palace doctor?”
“Who is that lady? How influential must she be to speak so freely with His Majesty?”
Kasalyn thought she had made a mistake, feeling too familiar with him after learning his identity.
“What a strange woman.”
“Strange?”
“Like someone fallen from the sky.”
His face, softened with a hint of a smile, no longer seemed like the bloodthirsty tyrant he was rumored to be.
Before, in the audience chamber, he felt like a man from another world, but maybe he wasn’t as terrifying as the rumors suggested.
Feeling slightly warmed in her previously empty heart, Kasalyn awkwardly fiddled with her wind-tossed hair.
“This feels strange.”
It was the first time since her disastrous divorce that she had conversed so comfortably with someone, without negativity or hostility.
And an Emperor who preferred informality over rigidity was truly a man fallen from the sky, oddly endearing to her.
“May I ask you something, if it’s not too bold?”
He slightly lifted his chin, prompting her to speak.
“Why were you alone in that garden, injured?”
His steps slowed.
As she watched his broad back, honed by rigorous training, Kasalyn nervously swallowed her breath.
Worried she might have touched a sore spot, she was about to ask forgiveness and forget the question when she heard a surprised voice.
“…Kasalyn?”
It was Shallen and Rose, not far away.
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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