How to Divorce a Obsessive Emperor Safely (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Why on earth didn’t you say anything?”
After the Emperor left, the maidservants poured in all at once.
Lasilia, having finished her bath and changed clothes, forced down an expression that screamed she was mortified and asked Marchioness Pashad.
“That is… we assumed Your Majesty could not possibly be unaware that it was the wedding night nightgown.”
The Marchioness’s voice trailed off into the distance.
“Even after asking repeatedly, Your Majesty insisted you liked the wedding night nightgown…”
“Enough. I understand what you’re saying.”
Lasilia let out a small sigh.
It was the price the Empress had paid for repeating obvious lies. No one took anything the Empress said as truth anymore.
“As you all know, I’ve lost my memory. I can’t recall even trivial things like nightgowns. If I make a mistake like today’s again, you must speak up and stop me.”
“That… Understood, Your Majesty.”
The reply was polite, yet somehow utterly unconvincing.
Even at this very moment, the maidservants were probably wavering over whether the Empress was lying or not.
‘Nothing to be done. I’ll just have to be more careful.’
No matter how she thought about it, she had to leave this place as soon as possible. She remembered the shadow knights who would instantly draw their swords the moment someone called her a fake. Rian’s private threat hadn’t been baseless.
‘I must return to Delarta as soon as possible—even a day sooner. I need to find a natural opportunity to bring up the matter of healing prayers…’
Just as she reached that thought—
Knock knock.
“Your Majesty.”
Opportunity had come to Lasilia on its own feet.
“Viscount Ternaden Pielion requests an audience.”
[This is the timeline separator]The Viscount of Pielion was the Empress’s junior by a small margin.
“I pay my respects to Your Majesty.”
They didn’t seem far apart in age. The strikingly handsome man with black hair and cold blue eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to the Empress—so much so it was unsettling, given he was supposedly a distant relative adopted solely to inherit the title.
He knelt respectfully before Lasilia and pressed his lips courteously to the back of her hand.
“May the gods bless Your Majesty with unchanging beauty.”
“…Thank you, Lord Pielion. Please rise.”
“As you wish.”
Ternaden stood up.
Without anyone instructing them, the maidservants quietly slipped out of the room.
“…?”
While Lasilia found this slightly odd, Ternaden swiftly moved beside her, grabbed a handful of her still half-damp hair, and sniffed it.
“Hmm. Lemon scent today. Even though you know I don’t particularly like it. Sister, you don’t suit anything so fresh.”
Slap!
Startled, Lasilia swatted Ternaden’s hand away.
“What are you doing?”
“What are *you* doing? That hurt.”
Ternaden clicked his tongue, clutching his reddened hand. His tone and gestures were so natural that it was clear the two had once been very close.
“I suppose you haven’t yet heard I’ve lost my memory. I’ve been told who you are, but unfortunately, I recall nothing of the time we spent together. Please understand if I treat you as a stranger.”
“Hah…? What’s this now? Are you pretending to have amnesia even with me?”
From the way he spoke, he’d clearly heard about the memory loss already.
“Even if we’re siblings, I’d appreciate some courtesy.”
“Courtesy…? Honestly, that’s just unbelievable.”
Ternaden shook his head slowly.
Lasilia felt exactly the same way.
Not even someone from her own household believed the Empress’s words. The road back to Delarta suddenly felt very, very long.
Abruptly, Ternaden strode forward and plopped down beside Lasilia.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m serious. This act is boring—just drop it. Tell me plainly. Are you angry with me? Did the ritual not work?”
“Ritual…?”
Ternaden Pielion knew the Empress’s secret. Now she understood why the maids had left the room.
The Empress must have been accustomed to sharing secrets with him—so much so that leaving the room whenever the two were alone had become second nature to the maids, even before any command.
‘The Empress used a ritual? Why on earth?’
Lasilia changed her mind about sending Ternaden away. Ternaden Pielion could tell her things about the Empress that no one else knew.
“The only reason you’d be angry with me is that, right? Has the ritual shown no effect yet? Is that why you’re punishing me?”
“…”
When Lasilia remained silent, Ternaden took her hand and pressed it gently against his cheek. His eyes, crinkled with distress, looked pained.
“Please, sister… Don’t do this to me. I did everything I could for you. You know I went all the way to Trinidad myself to bring back the most renowned sorcerer.”
The age when sorcery had flourished was long past. At some point, sorcery came to be seen as an unstable, insubstantial force compared to divine power or magic.
The immense knowledge required to master sorcery only made it more obscure and inaccessible.
Half-baked attempts at sorcery, performed with incomplete understanding, more often than not ended in disaster.
Eventually, the number of sorcerers dwindled, and they faded from the world’s memory.
Trinidad was one of the few remaining cities where the last sorcerers preserved their fading legacy.
“It’s only been a week since the sorcerer visited. Effects take time to manifest. Even the sorcerer said as much—that you wouldn’t see immediate results with your own eyes.”
“…How long am I supposed to keep believing that?”
Lasilia pulled her hand away and changed her tone.
Judging by Ternaden’s attitude, treating him as a stranger seemed pointless.
“Until the Emperor’s thirtieth birthday.”
After a brief hesitation, Ternaden blurted out this answer.
“The effects will definitely appear before then.”
That was a full year away—far too long to wait. And Lasilia couldn’t possibly stay in the Empire for another whole year.
Ternaden grasped Lasilia’s hand again.
“Trust me. And please, forgive me already. We hardly see each other—there’s no need for this.”
His voice was earnest.
Whatever else might be uncertain, one thing was clear: he was on the Empress’s side.
Lasilia pulled her hand away once more. Ternaden watched it retreat with regretful eyes.
“Before I can forgive you, there’s something you need to know.”
“What is it? Tell me anything. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“My amnesia is real.”
“…What?”
“So tell me—what was that ritual for?”
[This is the timeline separator]“How absurd… Could it be a side effect of the ritual?”
Only after asking repeatedly did Ternaden finally believe Lasilia.
“I’ve heard powerful rituals often come with backlash or side effects… But amnesia? That’s insane.”
Ternaden gripped his jaw and paced restlessly around the room.
“Stop that and sit down. Let’s finish this conversation sitting.”
Lasilia pointed to the chaise lounge. Ternaden halted, stared at her for a long moment, then returned to the chaise.
“So… you truly remember nothing? Not even the things we did together?”
“I don’t. Is there something among them I absolutely need to know?”
“Damn it! You need to know *everything*! How can you even say that?”
Ternaden snapped in frustration—though it looked more like fear than anger.
He grabbed his own black hair, so like the Empress’s, as if about to tear it out.
“This… Ugh, of all times to lose your memory—right when things are this precarious.”
Ternaden lifted his head again, released his hair, and gazed at Lasilia with desperate eyes.
Those eyes seemed utterly sincere.
“Listen carefully, sister.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’ve lost your Mark.”
It was thoroughly shocking news.
The Mark was proof of being a true Consort. Losing it meant the Empress would have done anything to get it back.
“Can you even lose a Mark? Is it some kind of object?”
“What…?”
Ternaden gave a bitter laugh.
“You really remember nothing, do you? You summoned a sorcerer to restore your Mark, yet you’ve forgotten what the Mark even is.”
Ternaden pointed to a spot on his own body.
Unfortunately, it was near his backside—embarrassing—but his expression remained grave.
“Your Mark is right here. In a place only your Consort should ever see.”
“…”
The Mark resided deep within the body.
Even the Empress herself couldn’t see it. Only someone in the most intimate relationship could ever lay eyes on it.
The sole exception might be a bathing maid.
One day, a maid who had been unusually meticulous while washing the Empress noticed the Mark had changed. It was a month before the wedding to Reskal.
Within that month, more than half the Mark had vanished.
By the wedding day, it had faded so much that anyone could tell it was incomplete.
They couldn’t possibly proceed with the wedding night—discovery by the Emperor had to be avoided at all costs.
“So that’s why you kept… avoiding him like that. Not because you disliked the Emperor.”
“Dislike him?”
Ternaden let out a mocking laugh.
“You, dislike Reskal? If love were something you could eat, you’d have devoured Reskal down to the last strand of hair—even if it burst your stomach and killed you.”
It made no sense.
“But even if you loved him… it’s not something you could keep hiding forever. Yet you went ahead with the marriage anyway?”
“Do you really think I didn’t try to stop you?”
Ternaden’s expression twisted.
“I told you again and again—it was far too dangerous. You should give up the throne. If you couldn’t, at least postpone the wedding until we found a solution.”
But it had been no use.
“Didn’t the Emperor grow suspicious? Refusing contact like that—he could have easily suspected something.”
“That’s the problem.”
Ternaden sighed, his face creased with worry.
“Everyone knows it should be Reskal begging and pleading for your affection—but that man remains utterly indifferent.”
There was a reason a Consort was called a Consort.
Just as the Empress loved the Emperor enough to devour him whole, the Emperor should have loved her just as fiercely.
But Reskal didn’t. He’d never once initiated intimacy, nor sought or demanded affection. To him, Cartagena was no different from any other person who stirred no emotion in him.
The more this happened, the more the Empress writhed in doubt—wondering if she truly was the real Consort.
Driven to desperation, the Empress grasped at straws, sought out a sorcerer, and performed the ritual. Duke Pielion paid an enormous sum from the family fortune for it.
No one yet knew the outcome.
Ternaden, nervously running his fingers through his hair, made a suggestion.
“Let’s check your Mark right now. The ritual might have succeeded.”
This wasn’t just the Empress’s problem. If things went wrong, the entire House of Pielion might be punished for installing a false Consort as Empress.
“The bloodline of Eliaeden cannot survive past thirty without a Consort. Whether it’s true or not, the original covenant supposedly states this clearly. Reskal will surely try to initiate contact before then. He’s ignored it so far, but he can’t afford to any longer. Do you understand what I’m saying? By then, you absolutely must have your Consort’s Mark.”
“I understand that. But…”
“Damn it! If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve confirmed the Mark had returned before sending the sorcerer away. With no word since, I assumed it succeeded. Who’d have guessed you’d lose your memory? Anyway, we must check now.”
Ternaden spoke so casually that Lasilia nearly forgot for a moment exactly where the Mark was located.
“Come on, sister. Turn around and take off your clothes.”
“What…?”
“So I can see.”
But it was a location she absolutely couldn’t forget. To hide her fluster, Lasilia waved her hand.
“Wait. I’ll check myself.”
“I told you—it’s in a place you can’t see yourself. …Ah, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that too?”
Ternaden looked at Lasilia, his emotions laid bare.
“I’ve seen it many times already. There’s no need to be shy now.”
“What do you mean? Why would I…”
“Don’t you remember?”
Ternaden stepped closer in an instant. They were so near their lips might have touched.
“What kind of relationship we had, you and I?”
Just then—
Click, bang!
The door to the room flew open without warning.
And stepping inside was the Emperor, holding an absurdly enormous bouquet of roses.
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.
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Chapter Comments (13)
I love Reskal. He’s totally in ‘I saw my chance and I took it’ mode hahahahaha, and since Lasilia is still playing her memory loss card, she can’t question anything he says. I love this man.
Even so, the whole Delarta thing still bothers me. I don’t understand why she’s in such a rush to go there because she’s no longer a prophetess; she’s not Lasilia, she’s Cartagena. Even if she knows the truth, she won’t be able to do anything because she’ll be in the exact same position as she is as Empress—who is going to believe her?
Ugh, I’m still Team Reskal. This man is just everything that is good in this world. He brings her roses, looks for ways to be alone with her, and even moves in just to be with her all the time. And on top of that, he builds her a temple so she can have her prayers to heal… is there anything he can’t do right? hahaha.
The stone seems important; let’s wait and see what comes out of that later.
Ugh, Lasilia, it’s as simple as looking at yourself and realizing you have the mark because you are his fated match, not Cartagena, girl! This female lead is stressing me out.
Reskal is a sunshine as always. I love him.I hope they don’t catch the poor crow; Rian tripping or falling into the water would be the absolute best hahaha.
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His full name is Malik Mahmoud😑 How many times do Koreans portray Arab characters as sorcerers and charlatans? 😮💨🤨
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This girl deserves applause and the title of investigator. Why did she even become a knight?
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😂😂 she had been traumatized by the birds herself, tho she is right 🤔
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The relationship with Ternaden looks really strange. I mean, the way he behaves around her is so suspicious.
And now I’m even more convinced that Lasilia simply saw Cartagena die because of the ritual, and that’s why she possessed the body and brought back the mark Cartagena used to have, because she is his fated match.