I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Fortunately, she didn’t drop it on the floor or set it down so hard that it made a loud *clang*. Stella immediately stepped two paces backward.
There was nothing left for her to do now.
Creeeak.
Though it was merely a small box, the sound of its lid opening echoed unusually loud. After the earlier commotion, everyone watched the front with even greater tension.
At last, the Emperor pulled out the bloodline scroll. Held in his large hand, the scroll looked utterly insignificant. Stella squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
She couldn’t bear to witness what would happen next. Stella stood alone in the darkness.
A moment later.
“You are the rightful princess of Amalune.”
She heard the mage’s voice.
Her heart felt as if it would leap out of her chest. Stella feigned composure as best she could and surveyed the scene ahead. A brilliant white light radiated dazzlingly from beneath the mage’s palm, where the bloodline scroll lay.
It felt as though all the blood in her body was draining instantly down to her feet.
Thank you.
Stella offered a sincere prayer of gratitude, though she didn’t even know to whom she should be thanking. Now came the turn to inspect the gift sent from Amalune.
Having just cleared a major hurdle, Stella no longer cared what gift might emerge. Simply surviving this moment was what mattered most.
The gift box sent by the King of Amalune was about the size of a travel bag. Judging from the previously opened gift boxes, the smaller the box, the greater its value—and this one clearly belonged to the smaller category.
The air in the Golden Hall stirred with anticipation and curiosity.
At the Emperor’s nod, the gift box was opened. But the next moment brought only silence.
It was the Emperor himself who broke the brief silence.
“Is this my gift?”
Inside the box lay a tea set crafted entirely of gold. Scattered giggles erupted here and there. Though undoubtedly expensive, it was plainly not a national treasure of Amalune.
She couldn’t clearly recall how things unfolded afterward. For reasons unknown, she felt relieved merely to have survived—and yet, she also felt bitter over the King’s judgment that equated her worth to that of a modest tea set, even finding her own plight somewhat absurd.
Heh.
Perhaps it was the relief of having survived, but Stella found herself letting out a faint, dry chuckle before quickly composing her expression again.
Stella, staring blankly at the golden teapot, didn’t even notice the Emperor’s deep-set eyes fixed intently upon her.
Her mind felt completely empty. When Stella returned to her seat holding the box containing the bloodline scroll, twelve pairs of eyes—brimming with smug superiority—locked onto her. It was the moment the lowest rank among the Flante region’s delegates was decided.
She had only about ten minutes left until the time she’d arranged with the Chamberlain.
‘What a bothersome old man.’
Everyone in the Credion Empire trembled like frightened dogs at the mere sight of him. Yet this stubborn old man was different—neither money nor threats worked on him.
Harmann, who had stayed faithfully by Kai’s side since his birth, constantly nagged and pestered the Emperor at every opportunity.
Though it sometimes irritated him, ironically, those moments of being scolded by Harmann were the times Kai felt most at ease.
To Kai, Harmann was far more than just a Chamberlain.
As she waited impatiently for time to pass, a sudden commotion erupted at the entrance of the central hall.
All eyes at the banquet tables turned simultaneously toward the source of the noise—but Kai merely chuckled softly and brought the half-empty wine glass to his lips.
“Marchioness Melissa Prentium has arrived.”
The moment her name was announced, the smiles vanished instantly from the faces of the seated princesses.
“Why is that woman coming here?”
“Surely His Imperial Majesty didn’t actually invite her?”
“That’s impossible—it’s a formal banquet exclusively for princesses from various nations. A mere marchioness couldn’t possibly attend.”
The princesses, who had been fiercely competing against one another just moments before, astonishingly united as one against this common enemy. Stella, greatly relieved that their attention had shifted away from her, turned her head.
True to her nickname, the “Goddess of War,” Marchioness Melissa carried herself with unwavering poise and confidence from head to toe.
Unlike the princesses, whose corsets cinched their waists tightly and whose crinolines puffed out their skirts extravagantly, Melissa’s violet dress followed the natural curves of her body in a simple, flowing design.
Its plain, unadorned form paradoxically accentuated her firm, well-toned figure even more.
Her silver hair, reminiscent of moonlight, her violet eyes evoking violets, and even her dress—perfectly matched to her eye color.
Melissa was flawless without wearing a single ornate jewel. She was the kind of woman whose natural beauty surpassed any artificial enhancement.
The princesses, who had seemed ready to humiliate and drive her away, all rose from their seats with bright, forced smiles as Melissa drew near.
Melissa walked slowly toward the Emperor, as if savoring the princesses’ envious stares.
The Emperor, who hadn’t even glanced in her direction until she approached, finally set down his wine glass the moment she stood beside him.
“Welcome.”
Though just a single word, the princesses gazed at Marchioness Melissa with envious longing, imagining how wonderful it would be if those words had been meant for them.
Melissa smiled gracefully and naturally placed her hand on the Emperor’s shoulder. Her gesture, clearly meant to flaunt her closeness to him, made the princesses’ expressions stiffen even further.
“I’ve longed so much to see Your Highness and the princesses—thank you sincerely for inviting me.”
Her slightly husky voice even sounded sensual. Though her voice was hoarse from rigorous training that very morning, Stella already found everything about Melissa admirable—and today, more than ever, she disliked her own childish voice.
At Melissa’s greeting, Kai shook his head gently as if amused by her incorrigible nature and offered a soft smile.
The Emperor, who had maintained a blank expression throughout the banquet, instantly transformed like an ice sculpture thawed by magic—smiling warmly and speaking kindly the moment Marchioness Melissa appeared.
Seeing the two standing side by side, the princesses’ faces hardened with an indescribable sense of defeat.
To anyone watching, the true star of this banquet was clearly Marchioness Melissa Prentium.
[This is the timeline separator]The banquet was both thrilling and tedious at once. The tense rivalry among the princesses lost all meaning the moment Marchioness Melissa arrived.
Of course, she never got the chance to recite the etiquette rules of Credion she’d memorized so nervously.
By the time everything ended and they returned to Verdura, the sun had already set. The palace assigned to her remained old and run-down, but that hardly mattered now. All she wanted was to soak her body in hot water.
If it had been Ludina, she would have chattered nonstop the entire way back—asking whether Stella had seen the Emperor’s face, if he truly looked as fearsome as rumored, how the food was, who was the prettiest, and insisting that the princess herself was still the most beautiful of all.
But Mila remained silent the whole way, acting as though she had no interest in Stella whatsoever.
Even if Stella had asked, she wouldn’t have had much to say in reply.
Though she’d stood right before the Emperor, she couldn’t recall his face at all. Just thinking back to the moment of the bloodline verification made her stomach churn.
“Ugh!”
Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of nausea, Stella quickly bent forward.
“Your Highness!”
Mila rushed over with a startled look and checked Stella’s complexion.
“I’m fine. I guess… I was just really nervous.”
She straightened her head and slowly inhaled the cool evening air. Gradually, the tangled mess in her mind began to settle.
Right. I survived. That’s all that matters.
Everything from here on out was entirely up to her. As Stella surveyed her surroundings with fresh eyes, she suddenly realized Verdura Palace had a remarkably wide and beautiful garden right in front.
In her lonely childhood, her companions had been the pretty flowers that bloomed in clusters with each changing season, the nameless birds that timidly approached to peck at breadcrumbs she scattered, the earthworms that wriggled out whenever she dug into the soil, and the damp earth itself.
Whenever troubled, she’d knead the soil with her bare hands—and before she knew it, her heart would grow calm and warm, as if someone were gently assuring her that everything would turn out alright.
Staring blankly at the garden, Stella called out to Mila.
“Milla.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Milla replied while still watching Stella’s face with concern.
Though they hadn’t known each other long, Stella found comfort in knowing there was at least one person who worried about her.
“Am I allowed to use this garden however I like?”
“Yes, Verdura Palace is yours to use, Your Highness.”
“Really?”
Seeing the vividly blooming flowers lifted her spirits slightly. Just then, a single flower caught Stella’s eye. Without hesitation, she strode purposefully toward it.
“What’s the matter, Your Highness?”
“This flower—isn’t it a daisy?”
“Yes, it is. Strange… why is that blooming here? I’ll call the gardener tomorrow to have it pulled out.”
“Why pull out such a pretty flower?”
“It wasn’t planted by the gardener. Probably just a stray seed that blew in from somewhere. It doesn’t fit the overall landscape design.”
This flower, trespassing freely into the garden, felt just like her own situation.
“But this garden doesn’t really have much of a landscape design to begin with, does it?”
Milla fell silent after replying, realizing Stella was right. Verdura Palace had stood unused for ten years—its interior was in disarray, and an untended garden couldn’t possibly remain pristine.
“I’m bored—how about I start tending the garden myself from tomorrow?”
“Then I’ll summon a few gardeners.”
Milla began calculating how many workers to call based on Verdura’s allocated budget—but Stella spoke first.
“No. I’d like to try doing it myself.”
At Stella’s reply, Mila blinked as if she’d heard something unbelievable. But Stella’s gaze was already fixed on the tiny creatures gathered near the daisy.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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