I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“This is Princess Stella’s seat.”
The attendant in charge pointed to an empty chair and spoke. Stella sat down in the indicated seat and glanced around at the others nearby.
On the table before each princess sat a box similar in size to the one Stella had brought.
‘Could the bloodline document be inside those?’
She tried to smile naturally, but her lips kept twitching involuntarily.
Better not to smile at all. Stella stopped forcing a smile and instead scanned her surroundings with a neutral expression.
The princesses who had already taken their seats had already begun their intense scrutiny. The princess seated across from her was the same one who had tapped her shoulder first.
Though she hadn’t seen the girl’s face clearly, Stella instantly recognized her by the butterfly ornament perched atop her head.
The butterfly, crafted from gemstones, fluttered its wings delicately with even the slightest tilt of the princess’s head, effortlessly drawing every eye. Some princesses had already grown friendly enough to lean close and whisper to one another.
Judging by how much she already longed to return to Verdura, it seemed she truly wasn’t cut out for being a hostage.
“His Imperial Majesty enters.”
At the voice echoing from somewhere, the murmuring ceased instantly. Without needing to be told, the princesses who had been whispering face-to-face rose gracefully from their seats to greet the Emperor with poised elegance.
Seeing their expressions—each utterly convinced she was the true star of this gathering—Stella suddenly snapped to her senses.
Stay quiet, invisible, unnoticed. Just get through this without drawing attention.
As if heaven itself were aiding her, Stella’s seat was the farthest from where the Emperor sat. She couldn’t even see his face clearly.
Throughout the entire banquet, Stella remained at the very edge of the table, as though standing at the end of Verdura’s long road.
The moment the Emperor appeared, the princesses’ faces bloomed like roses in full bloom. Each desperately tried to catch his eye, wearing her most alluring expression with fierce determination.
To Stella’s eyes, every princess present was strikingly beautiful. Any one of them could easily become Empress without raising eyebrows. Like wooden dolls with broken necks, they stared fixedly at the spot where the Emperor sat.
When the Emperor spoke, they giggled sweetly; when he lifted his goblet, they raised theirs with slender, elegant hands. Every minute and second felt like torture, yet Stella carefully mimicked the princesses’ behavior just enough to avoid standing out.
Hee-hee-hee, ha-ha-ha. Her own awkward laughter amused her so much she nearly laughed again.
Meaningless words and hollow laughter passed back and forth, but Stella didn’t utter a single word. Thus, her first official event in the Credion Empire drew to a close.
Meanwhile, Kai watched the women arrayed before him—from head to toe adorned like blossoms—and felt a mingling of satisfaction and exhaustion.
Satisfaction from finally having a hundred nations prostrated beneath his feet; exhaustion from the haughty, subtle rivalries among women desperately vying for his attention.
Of course, he had brought all this upon himself. Yet whenever he recalled the countless nations groveling before him, such minor annoyances actually felt rather sweet.
Moreover, Kai secretly enjoyed pushing himself into extreme situations.
The kings he had subdued would grovel before him like tongues in their own mouths, driven by the faint hope that their daughters might become Empress—but with just a little kindness from him, they’d forget their plight and crawl toward him like insects.
Whenever that happened, reminding them subtly that their daughters could vanish without a trace at any moment would instantly make them prostrate themselves again. To Kai, these princesses were merely convenient tools to control their kings effortlessly.
At first, he hadn’t intended to take so many hostages, nor had he planned to accept only princesses.
But after encountering several assassins disguised as princes, he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to accept princes and risk unnecessary complications. Of course, none of those assassins had managed to harm even a single strand of Kai’s hair.
The princesses sent as hostages would initially act haughtily, but after meeting Kai, they’d grow frantic over failing to capture his attention.
He was both the conqueror who had humbled their nations and the most eligible bachelor in existence. Each princess firmly believed she alone possessed the power to instantly turn this fearsome enemy into an ally.
Amid the princesses’ overt, feverish gazes, Kai held his half-empty wine goblet, slowly swirling it as he waited only for time to pass.
Soon, it was time for the princesses to present their bloodline documents and offer their gifts to the Emperor.
“A gift of goodwill from Calcutta.”
At the attendant’s announcement, the princess in the blue dress seated at the front gracefully stepped forward.
Stella’s expression hardened as she watched. She felt as though the princess herself were part of the gift.
The small box containing the bloodline document was carried forward by the princess herself, while two knights standing to the right brought out the larger box containing Calcutta’s treasure. The box bore the emblem of Calcutta—a blue dove.
The Emperor first examined the small box’s bloodline document. After pulling it out and glancing at it indifferently, he tossed it casually to the man standing beside him.
The man, draped deeply in a black robe, placed his palm flat over the document. After a brief moment, a white light seeped between his palm and the scroll.
The watching princesses’ eyes widened in astonishment—including Stella’s. She hadn’t known the bloodline document possessed such power.
“You are indeed the Princess of Calcutta.”
It seemed this was the method used to verify the document’s authenticity. Unconsciously, Stella tensed and gasped sharply.
Next, the Emperor inspected Calcutta’s gift. The large box was so heavy it required two strong men to open it together.
Everyone stared forward with eager curiosity, wondering what treasure Calcutta had sent.
“It is Pantiras, the divine beast of Calcutta.”
What emerged from the box was a ferocious sculpture the size of a lion.
The Pantiras statue—bearing a leopard’s body, bird’s wings, and dragon’s claws—was entirely crafted from gemstones. Most striking of all were its four eyes.
“The eyes of Pantiras are set with top-grade mana crystals.”
As the explanation continued, exclamations of awe rang out from all around.
Mana crystals grew more potent the deeper their color; the ones in Pantiras’s eyes glowed a crimson deeper than blood—proof of their top-grade quality.
A faint smile briefly crossed the Emperor’s lips.
The process of verifying bloodline documents and inspecting gifts continued. Watching this, Stella realized that the value of each gift directly reflected the worth of the princess who offered it.
Some princesses presented colossal gemstone statues of divine beasts, or priceless heirlooms like the Amils sword or jewel-encrusted blades once wielded by founding kings—clear signs they were cherished treasures of their realms.
As each gift was unveiled, Stella couldn’t help but wonder—and worry—what gift King Amalun had sent along with her.
Now only two remained: Stella and another princess whose face was unusually pale.
Trembling violently, the pale princess stepped forward and held out her box. She was so nervous that even from afar, everyone could see the box shaking in her hands.
The Emperor, still expressionless, pulled the bloodline document from the box and tossed it to the mage beside him.
The mage, who had received the scroll respectfully, frowned visibly the moment he unrolled it.
Then, as if unable to believe his eyes, he stared at the princess before him and placed his palm over the open document.
But this time, instead of white light, a sickly yellow glow—like withered grass—flickered weakly and then died out completely. The previously warm atmosphere instantly froze, and the princess who had stepped forward collapsed right where she stood.
“This bloodline document is forged. The woman seated here is not the legitimate princess of Veradun.”
The moment the mage finished speaking, the Emperor—who had remained impassive until now—finally grinned.
“King Veradun has sent me a most amusing gift. Naturally, I must send a proper reply.”
Immediately after the Emperor spoke, two knights entered and roughly hauled the collapsed girl—no, the imposter—to her feet. Already pale as death, the woman was dragged away, stumbling and limp.
“Your Majesty! Please spare my life! I only did as the king commanded! Please, just let me live!”
The Emperor didn’t even blink at her desperate pleas.
“What shall we do with the gift, Your Majesty?”
The head attendant pointed to the still-unopened box and asked.
“Burn it.”
The princesses stood frozen in terror, unable to breathe as they witnessed what had just unfolded. But the most terrified of all was Stella.
Legitimate princess.
Because she was merely the king’s illegitimate daughter—a source of shame—not the true heir.
“It is your turn, Your Highness.”
One of the attendants approached Stella, who stood rooted to the spot, her mind gone blank, and spoke politely.
“Oh… yes.”
All eyes now turned to Stella. Feeling dizzy, she slowly walked forward, straining with all her might to keep her hands—clutching the box containing the bloodline document—from shaking.
Click-clack.
The sound of her new heels echoed in time with her heartbeat. Her breathing grew shallow, and she consciously tried to inhale slowly.
Finally reaching the Emperor’s presence, Stella held her breath, afraid her trembling would be noticed, and placed the box down.
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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