Kasalyn felt utterly speechless, experiencing firsthand what it meant to be so flabbergasted that words failed her.
She was infuriated by Chalen’s pathological victim mentality and his irrational behavior of always trying to find fault with her, regardless of the situation.
“I seduced His Majesty the Emperor? I didn’t realize I was such an influential person.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. Just answer my question.”
“Sorry, but you’re completely mistaken. I haven’t encountered His Majesty the Emperor recently.”
“That’s not what you should be saying. Say it again.”
Chalen, visibly enraged yet trying to maintain a facade of composure, aimlessly circled the room.
Kasalyn quietly followed his shadow with her eyes.
“Why don’t you question Her Majesty the Queen, who tasked me with ghostwriting?”
“The Queen has already sincerely apologized to me. Unlike you, she has a different level of character and doesn’t make petty excuses like you do. She’s just a bit slow in learning but has a kind heart.”
Blindly mumbling to himself, Chalen picked up the coffee cup Kasalyn had been drinking from. He scrutinized the rim with a keen gaze and deliberately placed his lips on the part marked with her lipstick.
Kasalyn’s face twisted in disgust.
“I’ll say it again, I had no involvement in the reading session. The only mistake I might have made was doing the work that the Queen was supposed to do.”
“You’re wrong again. Say it again.”
“What kind of answer do you want to hear?”
“If you really don’t know, I’m sorry to hear that. Isn’t the only appropriate response in this situation ‘I’m sorry, please forgive me’?”
“Chalen, you’ll regret this.”
“Regret? Me?”
Chalen let out a disbelieving, deflated chuckle.
“I’ll regret… Sure. That would make for an interesting novel scenario.”
The coffee cup slipped weakly from his hand and shattered on the floor. The remaining black liquid splashed, leaving a messy stain on his shoe.
He extended his dirtied foot with a slight nod.
“Wipe it.”
“What did you say?”
“Wipe my foot clean with your skirt, and I’ll consider it all water under the bridge.”
A mixture of humiliation and outrage filled the air.
Kasalyn felt hot tears welling up behind her trembling eyelashes, but fortunately, they didn’t spill over.
“If you’re looking for someone to vent on, you should have chosen your target better.”
Parnes suddenly intervened, pressing down firmly on Chalen’s shoulder. He must have been passing by with his attendants, as many were lined up outside the door.
His voice was so low and lethal, it seemed to scrape the very depths of the underworld.
Chalen, startled, looked towards the doorknob.
The solidly locked door had been crumpled like thin paper. The guards outside must have suspected something amiss due to the unusual disturbance.
“This late hour… How?”
Chalen desperately tried to salvage his dignity, acting as if nothing had happened.
His expression betrayed a minimum awareness of the disgrace and pettiness of his actions.
Parnes didn’t bother to respond to his meaningless question, instead glancing briefly at Kasalyn.
Parnes appeared as calm and composed as ever, breathing evenly without any sign of disturbance.
However, Parnes himself felt a hot, uncomfortable lump rising in the depths of his heart.
Kasalyn looked terribly vulnerable.
Even in front of arrogant nobles, she never shrank back, always beaming with confident smiles, but now, her face seemed on the verge of crumbling into tears.
It was incomprehensible.
Why did it feel like his guts were twisting every time she wore such an expression?
Every time her bright face lost its smile, replaced by deep sorrow and torment, why did it feel so nauseating?
It truly was inexplicable.
There could only be two reasons.
Either she had cast some strange spell on him.
Or his own mind was deranged.
“If you think I’d be swayed by a mere maid, you’re gravely mistaken, King.”
Parnes, still fixing his gaze on Kasalyn’s drooping eyes, spoke.
Chalen’s brow furrowed in confusion and then began to twitch slightly.
Eventually, he looked at Kasalyn as if she were utterly lost.
Was it really not your doing?
His eyes seemed to ask that question.
“Then why, in front of everyone, did you put the Queen in such a difficult position? She’s still young and inexperienced. Don’t you think that was too harsh?”
“While you’re so eager to protect a young and inexperienced Queen, why are you so harsh on a devoted maid doing her duty?”
“That’s just a part of her education…”
“Why I did what I did today, ponder on that with your Queen. Though, I doubt two people who hardly understand the state of their own nation will come up with an answer.”
Parnes, throwing a look that was neither contemptuous nor smiling at Chalen, continued.
“Isn’t it right to question your Queen who utterly disregarded the sacredness of the reading session and audaciously tried to turn a maid’s efforts into her own glory?”
Stunned, Chalen’s face turned red, unable to continue speaking.
Ignoring him, Parnes turned to leave, then casually touched the broken doorknob.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
