I Killed My Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Mercedes did not know how to respond to his attitude.
Such a calm room, unsuited to her. Such thoughtfulness.
“…I truly like it. Thank you for your consideration.”
She replied calmly for now. Carlos smiled in satisfaction.
“Rest as much as you like. Let’s have dinner together. If you’re hungry before then, ring the bell. Two maids are always waiting in the adjacent room.”
“…Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. See you later.”
Carlos did not intrude upon her space, as if understanding her distance.
The door closed cleanly with a clear explanation… and thus she was left alone in the room.
That was the end.
Carlos departed without making any demands or giving her any orders.
What remained with her was silence.
“…Ah.”
It was strange. This peaceful room. Too strange.
No watchful gaze from the count, no shouts from Richard, no whispering, no fingers pointing at her as a murderer.
With all of it gone, it felt unreal.
So she thought it might be a dream—this empty room.
Throughout her journey to the capital, she had chewed over revenge, thinking of Shaym and Cromwell. Even after using magic—gained from killing the crown prince—to restore her health, her headaches returned.
But what was this?
The pressure pressing on her chest seemed to have lessened slightly.
‘Nothing has been resolved, though.’
In truth, Mercedes was exhausted.
Sustaining negative emotions was not easy. Her body had recovered, but mentally, she was barely holding on—on the verge of collapse.
‘Just for a moment…’
She locked the door and shoved a chair against it, ensuring no one could enter.
Then, one by one, she untied and shed her restrictive clothing, walking barefoot across the carpet.
Feeling utterly unencumbered brought a sense of relief.
She stretched out fully on the bed, lying down as she never had before. Always, eyes had followed her; always, insults had rained down. Always, she had stood rigid, her attire neat and proper.
Perhaps that was why,
even though she knew being here was not true freedom, she felt free.
The air and sunlight touching her bare skin did not hurt for the first time in her life. Instead, they seemed to gently embrace her.
“It’s warm…”
She even felt, for the first time, the sensation of warmth itself.
And there, in a place where no one could see, she peacefully closed her eyes.
Meanwhile, Carlos, heading from her room to his study, fell into thought.
The last thing that caught his eye was her figure.
‘I should really feed her.’
Walking beside her, Mercedes had seemed remarkably small—not due to short stature, but likely because she was too thin.
Mercedes appeared small partly because Carlos himself was so large.
But Carlos did not consider that. He simply sent word to the chef to prepare meals suitable for a convalescent: high-quality meats, fruits of various kinds.
Before returning to his study, he summoned all the servants in the palace and lined them up before him.
“Let Mercedes rest fully. No one is to approach her until she calls.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“And I know the strange rumors circulating about her since her arrival. I personally ignore them. Therefore, you who serve me must not show any interest in such gossip.”
“…Yes, Your Majesty.”
Several who had eagerly whispered and speculated before the Emperor’s return now flinched, biting their lips tightly.
“If I find anyone speaking strangely to Mercedes or gazing at her disrespectfully, I will cut their throats myself.”
“….”
“And anyone who finds such a person and brings them to me will be rewarded. So, be careful.”
Even in the message sent ahead of his return to the imperial palace, Carlos had warned: “Do not behave carelessly in Mercedes’s presence, or you will regret it.”
Moreover, he had given an impossibly short deadline to clear the area around her room and create a garden exclusively for her.
Though they grumbled, they somehow managed it—and now, seeing the Emperor returned, they felt grateful they had succeeded.
And now he was threatening to cut throats again?
‘Truly, he is utterly enchanted by that woman.’
All the servants skillfully concealed their emotions and bowed their heads, yet each thought the same thing.
Carlos was a good emperor; it did not seem as if one woman would bring the nation to ruin. But the sight of his infatuation stirred unavoidable unease.
And Carlos, of course, knew exactly what they were thinking.
But he was glad for these misunderstandings. He felt, “Things are proceeding well.”
Before heading to his study, he reminded the servants to be courteous if they ever encountered Mercedes, and warned them to avoid the left corridor on the first floor as much as possible.
Even after a grueling ten-day journey, Carlos moved with unflagging energy, as if fatigue did not exist.
And secretly, he glanced toward the room where she was.
The look in his eyes, now devoid of amusement, was sharp and cold.
[This is the timeline separator]“Lady Mercedes. Excuse me. His Majesty asked if you would join him for dinner.”
Mercedes, who had been lying on her back, staring blankly at the ceiling and gazing out at the garden, startled at the knock.
‘Already dinner?’
She had arrived in the morning. She had seen the sun set, but time had passed so quickly without anything happening.
Was it because she had nothing to worry about?
How long had it been since she had simply rested, without a single thought?
“I’ll attend.”
Mercedes replied to the maid beyond the door. The maid calmly asked in return,
“Shall I assist you with your toilette?”
“…Hmm.”
Certainly, she could not wear the same clothes to dine with the Emperor. She would need to dress in a new, elaborate gown. That was proper etiquette.
But Mercedes had no clothes.
Assuming the maid had brought some, she quickly rose and pulled on the same garments she had arrived in.
“Very well. Come in.”
“Yes, Lady Mercedes.”
The door handle turned simultaneously. The presence of another person made her tense again.
It felt as if the peaceful day had been a lie.
But then—
“I… Lady Mercedes? The door won’t open…”
The maid’s panicked voice came from outside. Only then did Mercedes realize she had locked the door and propped the chair against it.
“Oh! Ah! Just a moment!”
She scrambled to move the chair aside and opened the door. The maid’s eyes immediately widened with curiosity.
Mercedes hesitated over what to say, but the maid said nothing and stepped inside. Behind her, another maid entered, pushing a clothes rack laden with garments. Mercedes glanced at them and was slightly taken aback.
“…Are these nightgowns?”
“No.”
The maid gently selected a few items and bowed.
“The dinner is a formal banquet, but His Majesty requested you wear something as comfortable as possible. These were ordered in advance.”
Mercedes looked at the garments the maid had chosen.
The first thing to catch her eye was a loose, white, dress-like garment with no constriction anywhere.
It resembled the kind a commoner might wear, yet lace trim on the sleeves and hem added a delicate charm.
There was also a vest and outer garment to drape over the dress, and soft leather slippers instead of shoes.
They looked truly comfortable… and not at all aristocratic.
Yet even at a glance, she could tell the fabrics and materials were extraordinarily expensive. The finishing was flawless—undoubtedly the work of a renowned seamstress.
“Did His Majesty personally order these for me to wear?”
Could this be some kind of mockery?
Mercedes, having endured so much in the past, asked cautiously, tense.
“Yes. Although we selected them ourselves, most of the garments His Majesty prepared for Lady Mercedes are of this style. If they are not to your liking, we also have a dress ordered in advance. It may be slightly large, but adjustments are possible, so it would be fine.”
The maid explained each item respectfully.
Mercedes stared blankly at the girl. Her face was youthful, yet she exhibited perfect etiquette, showing neither disdain nor curiosity toward Mercedes.
She simply carried herself with the pure, quiet devotion of a true servant.
‘Perhaps this really is a dream.’
The maids here were worlds apart from those of Shaym, who had tormented her before and after.
“Very well. First, bring me my corset.”
“I’m sorry, but none have been prepared.”
“…What?”
No corset?
Mercedes had always worn a corset—even when sleeping—under the pretext of maintaining proper posture and a slender waist. If it slipped, she was whipped. As punishment.
Her entire life had been suffocating.
To be permitted to wear clothing this comfortable was unprecedented.
And yet, she had been given this comfortable clothing, and a bed where she could lie naked and sprawled as she pleased.
Of course, she could not call these things freedom.
She received them within the Emperor’s grasp.
But it was strange.
A strange sense of liberty seemed to emanate from what the Emperor gave her.
“Would you prefer a dress instead?”
“No, no. I’ll wear these. Will you help me dress? What… is your name?”
Not knowing the Emperor’s intentions, she felt an odd trust—these women had not come to mock him with these clothes.
“I am Patricia, Lady Mercedes.”
“Ah, Patricia. Thank you… for your help.”
Since she had been shown respect, she wished to return kindness.
But having had no opportunity to speak gently to anyone except her nurse, her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
Patricia did not mock her. She smiled gently.
“The pleasure is mine.”
Her heart swelled. For the first time, Mercedes felt like crying.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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I think it’s too fast to judge the ML but for now he looks quite good
If he continued to invest care like this, perhaps someday she would come to love him.
“…Time is the issue.”
But time was the problem. The time granted to him.
What was it? Was he terminally ill?
[Being Emperor is such a nuisance—urgent matters cannot be postponed.
I’m sorry to make you dine alone tonight.I’ll return soon. Will you wait for me?]
That’s sweet of him asked her to wait him 😄
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Mercedes had always worn a corset—even when sleeping—under the pretext of maintaining proper posture and a slender waist. If it slipped, she was whipped. As punishment.
That’s crazy! They tortured her 😢