A sudden deep voice echoed from the audience.
Pellio, with his silver eyes sharply shining, was glaring at Ermedillin, though it was unclear when he had arrived.
“That’s right. Through saliva or blood… diseases can be transmitted…”
Ermedillin almost inadvertently blurted out the words “virus” and “bacteria” but quickly changed her statement.
However, the suddenly chilled atmosphere made her feel as though she had said something wrong, and she began to look around for clues from those nearby.
But Pellio left reality without a word or a glance back.
‘What, what’s that?’
Her puzzlement was brief, and as she turned her head, she saw Velia’s serious face.
No, more than serious, her expression seemed to sink somewhere infinitely deep.
Her two grayishblue eyes were getting darker and darker, sinking like a deep and dark abyss.
‘What, what’s that? Did I really say something strange?’
Unlike the murmuring people, Velia persistently stared at Ermedillin with an expressionless face to the end.
Finally, the local nobles’ turn ended, and the people began to enter reality.
Fortunately, Ermedillin did not see the hatefilled eyes she had feared, nor did she hear any words of curse.
Nobody even dared to look at the empress or wanted to talk to her.
They just treated her as if she didn’t exist.
However, Ermedillin could feel it clearly.
The vortex of fear and hatred that enveloped this vast reality.
‘This feels bad in its own way.’
It might have been better if they cursed or poured abuse.
Being perfectly isolated in a crowd is no more pleasant than being hated.
‘It’s all the same noise.’
It was slowly getting boring.
The wellknown epidemics and the tragic stories tangled with unrest at the border, which were not detailed in the novel, and the drought.
Joy does not easily wear off, but tragedy does.
Unfortunately, the emotional limit is much more quickly reached when faced with tragedy.
A bored heart is slightly overtaken by boredom, and Pellio appeared as if he had just returned.
‘Ah, should I ask why he ran out earlier? I have to meet him at least once more for the trial anyway.’
However, contrary to her thoughts, Ermedillin did not feel very comfortable looking at Pellio.
His cold appearance matched his cold attitude.
Moreover, wasn’t he a supporting character who hated her enough to burn her to death in the original work?
It’s no wonder that she felt a chill down her spine whenever she saw him.
“Aaaaah!!”
While she was lost in thought, a sudden scream made Ermedillin turn her head.
A young baby in its parent’s arms was vomiting bloody red puke.
“It’s, it’s the plague!! Aaaaaaaaaa!!”
The parent holding the child was too bewildered to know what to do, and the rest of the people were hastily leaving reality for fear of catching the disease. The interior soon became chaotic.
“Call the priest, call the priest!!”
The soldiers escorting Anri blocked the front and shouted for a priest.
The guards were surrounding only Anri and Velia, very naturally excluding Ermedillin.
‘Even so, this is too much!’
Although she was the wicked villainess, she was still the reigning empress, and this discrimination was too much for Ermedillin to handle.
As she was about to protest, she noticed the baby, who had been vomiting, was turning increasingly blue.
“Ah, if left like that, she’ll suffocate!”
Ermedillin’s body moved almost reflexively at the thought that the baby might die.
The baby’s parents were terrified and stepped back as Ermedillin approached, but Ermedillin was faster and picked up the baby.
The baby’s body in her arms was so small and frail.
Ermedillin laid the baby on the floor and scraped the dark red vomit filling the mouth with her hand.
“Baby! Hang in there! You can’t die! You can’t!!”
She put her hand into the baby’s throat to scrape out the vomit, and she could feel the baby’s breathing stabilizing little by little.
“Breathe! Baby!! Breathe!! Please!!”
As soon as the airway was cleared, Ermedillin hesitated no longer and started artificial respiration on the baby’s mouth, covered with vomit.
She wanted to perform CPR as she once learned, but she was afraid the fragile body would break, and hesitated. In the meantime, Priest Luiz arrived.
Luiz looked more surprised at Ermedillin, sitting on the floor in tears, than the baby on the floor.
But, like a veteran priest, he soon collected his emotions and started examining the baby.
“She almost choked to death. Thankfully, Your Majesty the Empress seemed to have taken proper action.”
“Is the baby… is the baby okay?”
Luiz nodded quietly to Ermedillin, who was trembling with fear.
“It is an initial symptom of the plague, but it is treatable.”
“Ah, I see.”
Relief washed over her, and all the tension in her body relaxed.
Ermedillin sat down on the floor in a daze, looking at the baby who had regained regular breathing, and gave a complicated smile.
“I’m glad I could save you this time.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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