Today, my only intention was to deliver a letter.
There were likely preconceptions about me, so I wanted to clarify things before meeting at the banquet.
Of course, just writing a letter wouldn’t solve everything. That’s why I used a ‘wonder drug.’
In Amtein, the shady streets of the kingdom full of devious characters, there’s a pharmacy run by the dubious pharmacist Kay. This place sells special potions: love potions that bewitch hearts, tonics that could revive the dead, beauty serums that make ugly women beautiful, and so on. The names alone made them dubious.
I bought the “Warm Potion that Makes Even the Most Hated Person Likeable” from the pharmacy. To put it simply, it was just a sedative.
I often used this potion during my street life. Spraying this before a heist relaxed people’s vigilance. It was perhaps the only drug whose effect was proven.
Kay’s claim of inheriting desert shaman skills was surely an exaggeration, but her expertise in herbs was undeniable.
If I sent the prince a letter sprayed with this potion, it would ease his wariness towards me.
My plan was simple yet perfect.
I would infiltrate the prince’s room, disguised as Jenny, to create an alibi.
Leave the pre-treated letter beside the prince’s bed.
The prince would unconsciously read the letter, and the sedative would relax his guard against me.
I would create a sense of shock and curiosity by appearing and disappearing unnoticed.
A perfect plan for a former thief like me.
‘But how did he know I was here?’
Had my skills rusted?
In my prime, I’d secretly infiltrated the vault of a notorious merchant.
Back then, I was smaller and nimbler, but now I had more tools at my disposal.
I easily entered this place hidden in a gift box meant for the prince. No one noticed me.
The variable was this man’s animal-like senses.
I looked at the prince again.
In the dimly lit room with only a single large candle, he exuded an overwhelming presence.
My heart fluttered.
A memory flashed.
[Then rest or do as you please.]His indifferent back, intimidating eyes, and massive build should have been frightening, but somehow, I felt at ease.
His deep voice was impressive too. My resolve to flee melted away in an instant.
Among all the people I’d met, he had an unparalleled presence.
Most street criminals believe in superstitions. I knew a friend who believed spitting in the morning brought bad luck to cons.
I always trusted my instincts. Even living with my father, if something felt off, I’d persuade him not to go out.
Invariably, something would happen. Detectives would swarm the streets, catching pickpockets.
When I met this man, I felt something too. A glint of gold flashed before my eyes.
Wasn’t this a sign of a golden future?
Anyway, I decided to bet on him.
‘At least he’s a better choice than the rotten Hughbert Lorenst.’
I stood up, the pointed end of his crude weapon following me like a shadow, poking between my chest and navel.
I fixed my gaze on the man’s eyes, slightly furrowed like those of a wild beast.
Swallowing hard, I asked, “Did King Hermanon send you?”
“You might think that, but this is entirely my own doing.”
They say the most trustworthy voice is a low tone, not a high one! I tried to lower my voice as much as possible, but the prince didn’t bat an eyelid.
Alright, can’t win him over immediately.
“I haven’t introduced myself yet.” I cleared my throat and continued, “I am…”
“Igraine Lorenst?”
“You know me!”
I clapped my hands in delight, then froze. The prince had menacingly raised his weapon.
“Hold on, hold on!”
I reached out hastily.
‘Thinking about it, him knowing my name isn’t a good sign!’ If he had heard about me, prejudices must have formed. I undertook this gamble to dispel them, but now, there was no turning back.
“Your Highness, I understand your feelings, but please hear me out! You won’t lose anything!”
I had to beg.
“You won’t suffer a loss?”
His black eyes scanned me up and down.
“The new princess of Liorasa.”
His voice was incredibly low yet resonated richly.
Inappropriately, I found his voice pleasant to listen to.
“Why come to me in such a state?”
“Pardon?”
“What’s your intention?”
I felt heat rush to my face.
I borrowed this outfit from Chwi, who I met in Amtein. She was now the owner of the place where she used to be the youngest. I asked for appropriate clothes, and she gave me this with a strange smile, saying it was trendy.
The outfit was a translucent slip that seemed designed to appeal to perverted noblemen.
I intended to disguise myself as a woman called by the prince if discovered by his servants.
I didn’t expect to be caught by the prince himself.
Feeling shame, uncharacteristic for me, I straightened up.
“This is due to personal reasons.”
“Aha, personal reasons?”
“Interested?”
“Me?”
He responded after a beat. His silence and the potential threat of using the weapon made me quickly change the subject.
“I came uninvited for a conversation. One that would benefit us both, a constructive dialogue.”
I hadn’t intended to face him directly, but now that it had come to this, I claimed that was my purpose.
“So, the kingdom requests a dialogue in this manner.”
Ignoring his challenging words, I pressed on.
“For this meeting to be mutually beneficial, honesty is needed.”
“And you want something from the kingdom?”
“If there’s something, will you grant it?”
His dry voice cut in quickly before I could answer.
“Do you even have the right to ask me that? A fake princess?”
“Normally, no. But perhaps a fake princess who might marry the prince could.”
“…”
“If King Hermanon and the crown prince of the empire wish it.”
I looked him in the eye, ready for
For the first time, the prince’s eyebrows twitched.
To my ears, it sounded like, “If you wish, I’ll do it.” It was somewhat what I intended.
“What I’m curious about is your purpose, Your Highness.”
“…….”
“You didn’t come all this way just to marry the princess of Liorasa, did you?”
His eyebrows rose higher, seemingly urging me to continue, despite my slight fear.
“For a marriage that might not even happen?”
“…….”
“Shall I guess?”
The prince’s purpose.
Hubert was curious about the real reason the empire sent the prince. For a marriage alliance? Hardly.
I, who had lived and died in the kingdom without ever setting foot in the empire, shouldn’t know, but I vividly remember what the prince took from the kingdom, despite the failed marriage alliance.
A person.
Not a beautiful maiden who would make a clichéd story if the stony barbarian warrior fell for her. Regrettably, no.
He took a middle-aged man with a bushy beard.
His profession was a geologist, someone who could find underground water running deep beneath the earth.
‘The empire needs water.’
The prince truly desired water.
“You want to bring water to the desert, don’t you?”
His gaze, which had been looking down at me in amusement, froze.
Silence lingered. It was a dry, throat-tightening silence.
“At first, I thought you were just a crazy woman…….”
“…….”
“But you have guts too.”
My hand trembled slightly.
The sound of my beating heart reached my ears. I steeled my wavering and fearful heart.
The essence of street survival is perseverance.
‘Don’t forget, this life is a gamble. What’s needed is…’
I looked directly into the man’s chilling eyes.
‘Courage!’
I strained my eyes.
Trying to make them blaze even more fiercely than the prince’s, my eyes soon hurt, as if blood vessels would burst.
Did my determination reach him?
The prince with a furrowed brow stepped back.
“……Seems you are indeed crazy.”
“I’m sorry.”
I quickly relaxed my strained eyes before his weapon moved. It seemed I had overdone it.
Deciding to be straightforward, I said,
“I know a way to bring rain to the desert.”
At that moment, my skin tingled. It was the aura emanating from the prince.
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
