How to Turn a Kind Savior into an Emperor (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Carson tilted his head slightly, the calm voice sounding distant to his ears. Though he neither offered her a seat nor moved from his stance, and simply watched her silently for a long while, she showed no sign of embarrassment.
“You must be in great pain, yet you aren’t limping.”
“This much is bearable.”
Carson was royalty, but not the kind who had been raised gently. He had traveled countless places and experienced everything there was to experience. Naturally, he had suffered many wounds himself and had often seen others wounded as well.
The injury he had seen on Ines was not something a noble young lady could reasonably recover from enough to endure within just a week.
Her body and soul seemed as though they belonged to two different people—that was the source of the unease he felt.
Carson straightened his head and gestured for her to take a seat. After he settled onto the sofa first and Ines sat opposite him, a maid came and filled both their cups.
“Thank you, Emma.”
The moment Ines whispered softly, Carson froze mid-motion as he was about to lift his cup. Startled, he looked up and saw the flustered expression on the maid pouring the tea.
The maid, addressed as Emma, quickly composed her expression, finished pouring tea into Ines’s cup, and stepped back.
Ines, who had spoken the name, showed no particular expression on her face.
Concluding no one nearby could have overheard, Carson glanced subtly at her face and said,
“So you even know the name of a maid in my household.”
Ah—she let out a brief sigh, then immediately offered a gentle smile. Inside, however, she was quite flustered.
Emma had been the maid who cared for Ines during her stay at his mansion. Though her face had grown younger, her gentle features remained unchanged, causing Ines to unknowingly call out her name.
Back then, thanks to Emma, she had felt warmth for the first time in a very long while. From Emma, she had also learned that Landhill had been integrated into Lesonia.
“I heard someone else calling that name.”
“I see.”
Carson still didn’t know the name of the maid just addressed as Emma—he only knew she worked in the main house. Thus, it was hard to believe that Ines, who had stayed only in the guest wing, had overheard her name.
“I heard you called for me.”
“That’s correct.”
Since seeing her in that room that day, Carson had never once visited Ines again. And she, too, had waited quietly for his decision without saying a word.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, very much so. And please speak more casually—I feel quite uneasy hearing such formal words.”
According to Noah, she had called someone only once to ask a question: whether the woman imprisoned underground was still there.
Given the severity of her injuries, she ought to have asked about her own condition first. But according to the physician, she was remarkably insensitive to her own pain.
“Next time we meet, I’ll do just that.”
She gave a small nod in agreement. Her faint smile suited her perfectly.
“Will I be returning home now?”
Since no concrete evidence of wrongdoing had been found during this time, they could no longer keep her here. Even the fact that she knew the name of a maid in his own mansion—whom he himself didn’t recognize—wouldn’t change that.
“Yes.”
“Oh…”
Carson had assumed she’d be delighted to return home. But the emotion clearly written on Ines’s face was unmistakably disappointment.
Lost in thought, she absentmindedly chewed on her lower lip. For a moment, Carson felt an impulse to reach out and pull her lip away.
“First…”
As he relaxed his grip on the teacup and began to speak, her green eyes sparkled brightly. It made him feel strangely unsettled.
“I believe I owe you my thanks.”
When Carson rose from his seat, Ines stood as well. He gave a light bow—the highest courtesy a royal could offer.
“Thank you for saving the life of my one and only younger brother.”
As royalty, his bow was profound; Ines bowed even lower in return.
“Glory to the Kaines Empire…”
As if following a set protocol, the two sat down again.
“My gratitude comes late, as matters remained unresolved until now.”
As he finished speaking and raised his hand, a young man who appeared to be an aide approached with a document.
“I understand.”
Carson took the document from Noah, turned it for Ines’s ease of reading, and slid it toward her.
The Kaines Empire had established rewards for those who saved the life of royalty.
“As you’ll see upon reading, please choose the one you need most…”
“I…”
But Carson’s words were cut off by Ines. The law stipulated various rewards—so generous they rivaled the Order of Merit awarded for saving the nation during wartime—that no one ever made an immediate decision.
“I would like the immunity privilege.”
Among the options, immunity was the least popular reward.
“The immunity privilege?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Carson chuckled aloud, bewildered.
What noble would predict their own future crimes and seek forgiveness in advance?
Nobles already enjoyed immunity for minor offenses. This special immunity applied only to serious crimes.
If one asked for a gem mine, they would be granted one; if they desired to become lord of a small provincial estate—within area limits—their family would receive the land. The Empire might even build them a townhouse in the capital or grant a lifelong exclusive contract to supply goods to the royal household.
In fact, if she used this opportunity to propose marriage to Carson, he would be obligated to accept.
Carson leaned back comfortably in his chair and crossed his legs. Even then, Ines never once looked away from his face.
“What crime could you possibly commit in the future?”
When Ines remained silent, he stretched out his long arm and pointed to the document again, urging her to examine it properly.
“It would be wise to read it thoroughly before deciding. You needn’t answer right away—you may consult your family first.”
Yet she didn’t even pretend to read the document.
Some even deferred their reward to the next generation. Since this honor might define their family’s legacy for life, careful deliberation was only reasonable.
“I don’t need anything else. The immunity privilege is enough.”
But the young woman before him showed no hesitation whatsoever.
By nature, Carson was indifferent to others. He treated everyone politely, yet cut them off without mercy the moment they crossed a line. Normally, he wouldn’t have asked what she wanted—but this time, he simply couldn’t help himself.
“Can you tell me why?”
She lifted her teacup, buying herself a moment. Carson couldn’t take his eyes off Ines’s slow movements for even an instant.
With a soft clink as she set the cup down, she spoke.
“I… might end up killing someone.”
Carson had never in his life made the mistake of revealing his inner thoughts to anyone. Yet this time, he couldn’t suppress the laughter that burst out uncontrollably.
The woman was flushed pink all over.
Her slightly flared nostrils, her cheeks reddened with embarrassment, even her anxious fingertips clasped together—and her lips, which she’d been nervously biting since earlier—were tinged pink. Even the space between her eyebrows and eyes seemed suffused with pink.
And this woman claimed she might kill someone…
“Just who do you intend to kill?”
“I’m not announcing any intent to kill anyone. But you never know what might happen—one can’t predict even a moment ahead in life.”
Carson gazed into Ines’s eyes for a moment, then slowly blinked once.
“Very well. As you say, one truly cannot predict what may happen in life.”
Ines nodded silently in reply.
“However, that immunity doesn’t completely absolve you of all guilt.”
“I know.”
Depending on the nature of the crime, killing someone could incur various punishments. Thus, receiving immunity didn’t mean escaping all consequences entirely.
“I just don’t want to be sent to Romphield.”
“Romphield?”
Carson frowned slightly at the unfamiliar term.
“Ah, Romphield.”
Then he recalled the ashen-gray building he’d seen on his way to Lesonia. Though viewed from afar, its ominous presence had compelled him to ask about its purpose.
“It’s quite infamous, isn’t it?”
“Yes—I’ve heard it’s a place no human could endure…”
“I see.”
“Since this is a reward guaranteed by the Empire, you can certainly provide it in writing, correct?”
Her resolve seemed far too firm for someone merely preparing for an uncertain future. And her gaze held absolute certainty that he would grant her request.
As if it were a predetermined sequence—as if she were asking a longtime friend for something entirely reasonable—or perhaps like a foolish devotee blindly pleading to the gods for an answer.
“If I ever commit a grave crime such as murder, please document that I won’t be sent to Romphield and that no harm will come to my family.”
“Of course.”
There was no reason to refuse, given how specific her request was. Moreover, collective punishment—holding an entire family accountable for one member’s crime—had long been abolished.
Of course, this wouldn’t shield her family from social condemnation or moral responsibility. Thus, this woman was asking him to protect her family from even those consequences. A royal’s promise carried that much weight.
Carson immediately ordered Noah to draft the document exactly as Ines had requested.
“Excuse me, Lord Carson.”
While waiting for the document to be prepared, Ines cautiously called out to him. When he raised his eyebrows in invitation to speak, she carefully began,
“I’d like to make one more request. This has nothing to do with my reward—it’s simply a plea from a citizen of Landhill. Please feel free to refuse; just hear me out lightly.”
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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