I Didn't Really Want to Do Farming! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Despite tossing and turning all night, Stella woke up early in the morning. After all, she had promised to take a walk in the Ruby Garden with Beatrice this morning.
The Ruby Garden had been built by King Philip as a birthday gift for Beatrice when she turned ten.
Designed to suit Beatrice’s love for roses, the Ruby Garden was filled with tens of thousands of rose bushes—so many that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say every rose in the world had gathered there.
“Are you really that happy?”
Ludina asked with a pleased expression, watching Stella sit before her dressing table, admiring herself from every angle after finishing her preparations. The crimson dress, resembling a rose, suited Stella perfectly.
“Yes. So much.”
Stella’s reflection in the mirror looked brighter than ever before. Perhaps due to the red of her dress, her complexion appeared healthier than usual. Just as she was about to leave the room, having reached the appointed time—
Knock knock.
Hearing another knock—just like yesterday—neither Ludina nor Stella was startled this time.
“It must be one of Beatrice’s maids.”
Stella beamed with excitement.
Since Beatrice had promised to send a maid once she was ready for their walk, Stella naturally assumed it was Beatrice’s maid who had arrived.
But before she could even open the door, the figure standing behind the suddenly flung-open door was not Beatrice’s maid.
“Lord Lefford?”
For a moment, Stella wondered if Lord Lefford had come on Beatrice’s errand—but that was impossible. Her uneasy gaze flickered toward the line of knights standing armed behind Lefford, then quickly dropped.
“His Majesty summons you.”
Lefford’s voice remained as cold and arrogant as ever. Though she hadn’t expected her treatment to change overnight just because she’d received a bloodline certificate, she still felt inexplicably irritated.
Thinking how fickle human hearts truly were, Stella rose from her seat. The soft rustle of her dress trailed behind her.
On any other day, hearing that the king wished to see her would have instantly filled her with fear—but not today.
Yet what awaited Stella was neither the kind king from yesterday, nor Queen Eliza who had promised to be her mother, nor Princess Beatrice who had sweetly called her “older sister” with a charming smile.
The king’s gaze from his high throne remained indifferent, the queen’s eyes brimmed with contempt, and Beatrice’s shoulders shook as she struggled to suppress a mocking laugh.
“What… did you just say?”
Stella asked, struggling to comprehend the words she’d just heard.
Instead of an answer from the king, a long scroll was tossed down at Stella’s feet—it was Lord Lefford behind her who had thrown it before her.
“The ship departs tonight. Your belongings have already been packed; just go as you are.”
Stella picked up the scroll lying on the floor with a dazed expression and unrolled it. It was a document stating that Stella Lune Obelit, princess of the Amalune Kingdom, was to be sent as a hostage to the Credion Empire.
“To the Credion Empire?”
“Pfft, heh heh! Looks like the fool really thought we’d become family now.”
Beatrice finally burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth. At that same moment, something inside Stella snapped with a quiet, sharp sound.
Credion was a nation rapidly rising as the strongest power on the Western Continent, swallowing neighboring countries one by one with its formidable military might.
During its wars, it carried out merciless massacres without sparing adults or children, and after victory, the Emperor of Credion would cruelly execute the royal families of defeated nations and feed them to monsters.
Terrified by the emperor’s merciless actions, every king in the Western Continent trembled in fear.
Then, one day, the Credion Empire abruptly declared an end to its wars—but only for those nations that sent their legitimate princesses as hostages to Credion.
To avoid war with Credion, countless countries rushed to send their own princesses as hostages.
“So that’s why you gave me the bloodline certificate as a gift.”
It was the recognition she’d yearned for her entire life—but she never imagined this would be the outcome.
Foolish Stella.
Stella berated herself for having craved their affection, but it was already too late.
“Understand, dear—we simply couldn’t possibly send young Beatrice so far away. It’s such a relief that you’re willing to go in her place.”
At Queen Eliza’s soothing words, Stella let out a hollow, defeated laugh.
No wonder they’d been so unusually kind.
Stella was only four months older than Beatrice. Yet, with the absurd excuse that she was “too young,” Stella was now being sent to the Credion Empire as Beatrice’s replacement.
In that moment, she hated herself more than ever for having been so overjoyed by that flimsy bloodline certificate that she’d lost sleep over it.
[This is the timeline separator]“Your Highness! Huhuhu!”
Overwhelmed by the sudden farewell, Ludina couldn’t stop her tears. With swollen eyes, she begged repeatedly to accompany Stella—but it was utterly hopeless.
It was a long journey requiring a full month at sea.
“How will you manage all alone in a place where you don’t know a soul? They say the Emperor of Credion eats people he dislikes! Please don’t go, Your Highness! Tear up that bloodline certificate right now and tell them you refuse to be a princess anymore, okay?”
Ludina was furious and heartbroken that kind-hearted Princess Stella would be sent away without even a chance to protest. She’d never felt powerless before—but today was different.
“It won’t tear.”
“What?”
“This… won’t tear.”
Stella showed her the document with a resigned tone—it was that very bloodline certificate.
Ludina immediately wanted to rip it to shreds, but it bore the king’s seal. As the daughter of a fallen noble house, she knew she was worth less than the parchment itself.
But it wouldn’t tear? What did that even mean?
Ludina picked up the scroll Stella had tossed onto the table and examined it closely.
“I was so angry that I tore the bloodline certificate the moment I came back to my room—but instead of the document, it was the back of my hand that tore.”
“Huh?”
Only then did Ludina notice the wound on Stella’s hand. She burst into tears and tightly clasped Stella’s injured hand.
Fresh blood still beaded on the unhealed cut. Ludina fetched bandages and firmly wrapped Stella’s hand.
The bloodline certificate, which had felt like a blessing just yesterday, now felt like a curse. That scroll—tearing it tore her, burning it burned her—was nothing but a shackle binding Stella in place.
“It’s a magical wound; it probably won’t heal well either. Huhuhu… How can His Majesty be so cruel? What if it leaves a scar?”
She could still vividly picture Stella’s joyful, childlike face from yesterday, celebrating her invitation to the royal banquet and her long-awaited acceptance as family.
Ludina’s eyes were now twice as swollen as before—her face was so puffy that her blue eyes were barely visible.
“Ludina.”
“Yes, huuuuh! Your Highness.”
Ludina sniffled as she replied.
“Keep this.”
Stella suddenly stepped closer, embracing Ludina, and pressed a small leather pouch into her hand, whispering softly.
Though small, the pouch was surprisingly heavy. A faint jingling sound came from inside. Ludina instinctively realized it was filled with jewels.
“Your Highness, why give this to me? You should take it! Who knows what might happen there—keep it as emergency money!”
Ludina tried to hand the pouch back, but Stella firmly shook her head and pulled Ludina into a tight embrace. Ludina, who had been crying since hearing the news, felt as damp as a soaked wad of cotton.
“Go see me off at the harbor, then run away immediately. They probably won’t have the energy to worry about you too. You might never get another chance.”
Stella knew well how much the queen and Princess Beatrice despised her. Seeing Stella worry more about her safety than her own, Ludina burst into tears again.
The queen would never let Ludina—who had been inseparable from Stella since childhood—remain unharmed. She’d either sell her off as a slave far away just because she was “unpleasant to look at,” or, if lucky, discard her as a concubine to some elderly noble.
Ludina understood her own situation all too well.
“I’ll definitely find you, Your Highness.”
“Yes. I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll become incredibly strong and earn a fortune—I’ll come for you no matter what.”
“Okay. Keep that promise.”
“Huuuuuh!”
Ludina clung to Stella’s chest, sobbing like a child.
Goodbye, my precious friend.
Stella patted Ludina’s back gently, then turned toward the window.
There, a tiny creature stared at her intently with gleaming black eyes. Some mimicked her and Ludina, hugging each other and patting backs.
But most of them stared at her persistently, eyes wide open and unblinking.
Whenever their eyes met, they’d split their mouths wide in a grotesque, grinning smile. Stella was profoundly grateful that Ludina couldn’t see them.
[This is the timeline separator]A month later.
“Your Highness! Come help peel these potatoes!”
Stella, dozing off in a large hammock, stretched languidly at the sound of Cookus’s metallic voice.
She slowly turned her stiff neck and opened her eyes—only to be dazzled by the bright sunlight.
The swaying floor, the salty tang of sea air, rough voices shouting angrily from all directions, and pure white seagulls gliding effortlessly across a cloudless blue sky.
What had once felt utterly foreign now felt as comfortable and natural as home.
Her golden hair, cascading down to her waist in waves, was tied back in a single braid, and dressed in borrowed, worn work clothes, Stella looked just like any ordinary sailor—if not for her doll-like face.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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