They didn’t recognize me right away.
“Miss?”
It was because of Lucky’s address.
Lucky looked at me with surprised eyes. It seemed like he had forgotten, even though I corrected his address earlier.
“Miss? Did you earn some money before coming to the palace?”
The painter glanced at Lucky, mocking him.
“Well…”
“Excuse me.”
I intervened to prevent Lucky from revealing my identity and called the painter. The painter scanned my appearance, approached with a toothy smile, and bowed deeply, revealing his gums. His face was like a horse, and the way he greeted while wiping his hands was like a horse.
“It seems that the noble young lady has taken the wrong path. This is the palace art room, and the door to the main palace is over there.”
“It’s not that I took the wrong path, but I came to see what this young painter is doing alone.”
Although he was a palace painter, he was a ten-year-old boy. And there was no one to help him while he cleaned the floor like a slave.
‘Even when I was at the Marquis de Launay, I never did any cleaning.’
At the Marquis de Launay’s, supporting artists to focus on their art was a top priority. So Lucky, who entered the Marquis at the age of eight, had never experienced such hardship.
But after becoming a palace painter, he was treated like this.
“Last time, he was cleaning the supply room alone, and today, he’s cleaning the art room. Isn’t there anyone to clean separately here?”
The painter who resembled a talking horse said with a mocking tone.
“It’s not a matter that the noble young lady should concern herself with. We have our own rules and order, even among us.”
I didn’t know that the rules of the palace art room included assigning cleaning tasks as a ritual for new painters.
“Oh, I see. There must have been rules I didn’t know. Then, of course, I should understand.”
“As expected, since you are a learned person, your understanding is broad.”
He said, examining my dress adorned with expensive jewels.
“Thank you for saying it nicely. But whenever you have time, I’d like to entrust our family portrait to you. May I know your name?”
“As you can see, I’m quite busy as a palace painter, but… still, for the young lady, I may have to squeeze out some time. Haha.”
He gave me a sinister look.
“I am Brilliane Octar.”
Count Brilliane.
He was a noble-born painter.
“Oh, you’re a noble.”
I replied in Octar’s conversational style.
Octar, who still hadn’t noticed anything, laughed proudly.
“Yes.”
“I see.”
So that’s why he treated Lucky like an inferior.
But tormenting Lucky couldn’t be justified just because he was a noble.
“Our family has a deep appreciation for art and has produced many artists through generations.”
At best, he was one of the families supported by the outer side of the aristocracy in the art world.
“And how about yours?”
“I am the one who gave it to him.”
“This… is this an old handkerchief?”
He nodded.
When I pointed alternately at myself and the handkerchief, Octar’s face gradually turned pale.
“Then… it’s not for the young lady, but for the Grand Duchess?”
This time, he responded with a twinkle in his eye.
“I’ve heard a lot about your mother. I know that your grandfather generously supports that family.”
“I, Your Highness.”
“Oh, Lucky was an artist sponsored by our mother since childhood. But to be recognized for his talent and become a palace painter, I’m pleased to have come to see him.”
I stiffened my face and pointed at the handkerchief with my finger.
Octar, holding the handkerchief with the tip of his fingers, let it fall to the ground.
“Why do you have that when I left it with Lucky for a moment?”
It wasn’t actually mine.
Probably, it was the handkerchief given by Lucky’s mother, as Octar said.
So, I couldn’t forgive Octar, who dirtied the handkerchief even more.
“Why is my handkerchief on this dirty floor covered with oil from the painting?”
Whether he intentionally dropped it there. The handkerchief was already stained with oil and colors everywhere.
Octar rolled his eyes, attempting to make excuses.
“You came in after seeing what you dropped, so spare me the excuses.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Ironically, the neck that had been straight in front of Lucky easily bent down in front of me.
“No, even if you apologize, the handkerchief won’t come back. Instead, if there’s a valid reason you told Lucky to polish your shoes, I’ll generously show tolerance.”
I smiled kindly and gestured for him to speak.
“Earlier, you mentioned the rules of the palace art room to me. So, tell me what this kid did wrong.”
Octar had to come up with some excuse.
Finally, he found something to explain and opened his mouth.
“Oh, today is the day when Mr. Pielo comes to review the painting ordered by the Empress. But that kid couldn’t complete the painting…”
“He harassed him because he couldn’t complete it?”
“It’s not harassment! This guy, in a hurry, accidentally knocked over a container of oil and spilled it on my shoes.”
The floor was covered with oil, and the canvas that looked like Lucky’s painting was a mess with oil and paint mixed on it.
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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