Indeed, Clodel was wearing a high-necked northern-style dress made of thin velvet. Though not thick, it looked stiflingly hot.
“Is that the only kind of dress you have?”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t that Belmonte style?”
“Ah…”
Clodel, realizing what displeased Caiyan, glanced at him nervously, hunching her shoulders, and started buttoning up her dress again, her neck still sweaty.
“I don’t have many dresses to bring with me…”
“Only Belmonte style?”
“…”
Caiyan concluded that his annoyance stemmed from her dress.
He couldn’t refute the steward’s words, as he had only seen Clodel at night, in their bedroom, and rarely elsewhere.
“Lord! That tailor is the one who spread rumors about the Lady stealing decorations from a dress!”
Hanna’s voice rang out first.
“What?”
“It’s perfect timing. Please clear Lady’s false accusation. Right?”
“Ah, what…?”
As the tailor flustered to respond, Caiyan interjected.
“She didn’t steal it.”
“…Pardon?”
The tailor’s eyes widened. He had been among the onlookers during the commotion at Clodel’s door.
‘I surely wouldn’t gift something like that.’
And yet he had caused an uproar by spreading rumors, for which everyone was secretly grateful when Caiyan scolded them to stop the commotion.
“I gave it to her. Understood?”
“Ah, but I meant…”
Caiyan’s threatening gaze implied trouble if the tailor argued further.
Realizing this, the tailor swallowed his objections and quickly bowed his head.
“I’m getting old, my eyes and ears are failing. I apologize for my impudence, my Lady. I regret causing you trouble.”
“Indeed, it’s about time you step down from your duties at the castle.”
“Lord!”
“Steward, ensure he’s well taken care of in his retirement.”
“Lord, please hear me out!”
The tailor looked back a few times in protest, but was firmly escorted out by the stern steward.
In the now tense and chilly atmosphere, Caiyan picked up a dress.
It was one of the makeshift dresses tailored for Clodel.
“Try this on.”
“Now?”
“Do you plan to wear that Belmonte dress forever?”
At Caiyan’s irritated tone, Clodel, assisted by Hanna, changed into the new dress in the dressing room attached to the bedroom.
“Ah, so satisfying.”
“Hanna.”
“Of course, our Lord is the best.”
Why is she like this within earshot?
Clodel felt embarrassed but was surprised that Caiyan had stood up for her, saying he had given her the item.
She had been worried since he mentioned calling the tailor.
‘Did he care because I’m his wife?’
“Are you ready, Madam?”
Hanna adjusted Clodel’s attire.
“Come out if you’re done.”
“Yes, Lord. Madam, quickly.”
Hanna seemed more excited than Clodel.
“Hmm. Not bad.”
“Pretty, right? Our Lady is so beautiful.”
“Better than those tacky Belmonte clothes.”
Caiyan seemed incapable of giving a straightforward compliment.
In Belmonte Castle, even summer brought a cold chill, hence summer dresses were made of thin, furred velvet.
In Rowen, however, the year-round warmth, especially in summer, meant dresses were made of light fabrics, emphasizing feminine figures with corsets or lace exposing collarbones and shoulders.
Clodel, who had felt cold due to her illness, hadn’t thought to change her clothes. But as she recovered and began moving, sweat became a bother, so she appreciated Caiyan arranging new clothes for her, regardless of the disgraced tailor’s involvement.
Now that Caiyan had dismissed the tailor responsible for her humiliation, she couldn’t help but feel a softening of heart.
“Take a turn around.”
As Clodel slowly turned around, Caiyan commented.
“Your neck looks bare.”
Indeed, the dress, being light and airy with a deep neckline, made her neck look starkly exposed, unlike the Belmonte-style dresses that buttoned up to the chin.
There was a reason for the elaborate and varied necklace designs in the southern regions of Oberon.
With the neckline so open, there was more opportunity to showcase dazzling jewels.
“Try on something suitable from what you have.”
Hesitant at Caiyan’s suggestion, Clodel responded.
“I’ll try it later. I’m tired after looking at clothes for so long.”
“I was short-sighted about the tailor. I’ll hire another one. Choose what you need here and discuss the rest with the new tailor.”
“Thank you.”
He then addressed Hanna.
“You can pick a few for yourself.”
“Really? Thank you so much, my Lord!”
An excited Hanna chattered away, causing Clodel to smile.
Watching this, Caiyan’s expression turned icy as he left the room.
“…Something’s off.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
