“We’ll be able to present these at the founding festival! Great job, everyone!”
Ermedillin shook hands with each craftsman, appreciating their hard work.
“Your Majesty, I…”
The oldest among the craftsmen, who had been the first to applaud Ermedillin at the shop earlier, handed her something.
A small, humble wooden box.
“What is this?”
“It’s a special mask we made for Your Majesty. It has everyone’s sincerity.”
“Really?”
When she opened the box, an incredibly extravagant and elegant mask appeared.
“This… is… so beautiful. It must’ve been costly…”
“We all chipped in for the cost. Although we couldn’t afford expensive gems, we each contributed to what we’re best at.”
The craftsman was right. A single amethyst was set in the center, but the embossing, gold leaf, and elegant curves all confirmed it was a topnotch product.
“This is a oneofakind piece, made with Your Majesty in mind.”
“I can tell. It’s so beautiful. Thank you. I will definitely wear it on the day of the founding festival!”
The craftsmen bowed their heads, smiling genuinely, upon hearing that she would wear their creation.
“But what about Your Grace? Pellio has been handling almost all of the actual work here…”
Feeling guilty about being the only one to receive a gift, Ermedillin glanced at Pellio. Another craftsman stepped forward, handing Pellio a box as well.
“We’ve made one for His Grace too, of course!”
Pellio’s mask featured a deep blue sapphire set in the center, giving it a sleek appearance.
Upon seeing a mask that would undoubtedly suit Pellio well, Ermedillin was reminded of the brooch she had gifted him.
‘Come to think of it, why has he never worn my gift?’
After the artisans had all left, Ermedillin cautiously called out to Pellio.
“Your Highness.”
“Yes?”
“The mask you received as a gift would suit you quite well, Your Highness.”
“Yes, I think so too.”
“Don’t you think it would go well with the brooch I gave you?”
A roundabout question, hesitant to ask directly why he hadn’t worn it.
Yet upon hearing the question, wasn’t Pellio’s face turning abruptly red?
So flushed that if touched, it seemed blood might instantly drip.
“Your Highness, I meant no harm. I just thought they would really go well together… If you don’t wish to wear it, there’s no need to force yourself! Really!”
Flustered by Pellio’s reaction, Ermedillin spilled out words in an attempt to soothe him.
“I don’t know Your Highness’s taste, so who am I to say… In any case… As it’s already a gift, dispose of it as you wish, Your Highness! If you don’t want to wear it, you could even sell it! I wouldn’t be upset over such a thing!”
Rambling, not even sure what she was saying.
Even though Pellio hadn’t done anything wrong, seeing his increasingly serious expression made her feel like a criminal for no reason.
Why was she so hurt by merely his flushed face and uncomfortable expression?
As Pellio remained silent, Ermedillin grew increasingly desperate.
“I have done something pointless! It’s my fault for not thinking deeply… Who would be pleased with a gift from me…”
Her urgency revealed her true feelings.
After giving the brooch, every time Ermedillin saw Pellio, she’d been subconsciously checking his shoulder.
Did he wear it today? Will he wear it tomorrow?
Days passed, and Ermedillin finally realized.
That the brooch would never adorn Pellio’s shoulder.
‘Well, it’s something I gave. It must be ominous. What’s the big deal about accepting it?’
As she was resigned to forget it, her eyes fell upon the mask again.
She’d mentioned it lightly, but he reacted so awkwardly.
Ermedillin felt like a nuisance for both giving him a gift and mentioning it.
“No.”
Just as her selfloathing made Ermedillin’s voice wane, Pellio pulled out the brooch he had carefully kept.
“I like it. I never thought of selling it. It’s just…”
‘Just?’
Just what?
He can’t throw it away, can’t sell it, and can’t wear it either, yet he can’t part with it and so he’s always kept it?
There’s no way he could say that.
“It’s just something I’ve received from Your Majesty, so I’ve kept it carefully.”
Although it felt like someone was stabbing her heart with a finely sharpened knife, Pellio quickly pretended to be calm and fabricated a plausible excuse.
On the other hand, Ermedillin’s face began to turn red.
She felt embarrassed for making such a fuss over nothing.
‘Why did I do that just now? That was so overboard. I beat the drum and rang the bell all by myself.’
“Um, forget what I said. I’m really grateful that you’ve kept it so carefully.”
Ermedillin’s shoulders drooped, feeling inexplicably drained from the emotional toll.
“Hmm. Forgetting it will be a bit difficult, you know?”
“Eh?”
“You’ve reacted so excessively that it’s suspicious. Did you perhaps curse the brooch?”
Pellio narrowed his eyes and asked with exaggerated suspicion.
‘Ah, he’s trying to lighten the mood.’
Having dealt with him to some extent, Ermedillin quickly recognized that Pellio was trying to jest in his own way.
“Yes, I did! Seeing Your Highness so full of yourself, I cast a humility curse! I’m just disappointed I never got to see you wear it and have it take effect!”
With a cool expression and tone, Ermedillin’s purple eyes held an unbelievably warm light as she looked at Pellio.
“Such a curse would be a waste of effort. I am already quite humble. I don’t go around saying I’m a handsome and intelligent, most powerful wizard.”
“Huh? Are you sane right now?”
Ermedillin burst into a hollow laugh upon seeing Pellio’s overly confident expression.
‘Just how much of what he’s saying is sincere?’
“I am perfectly sane. So please continue to review the documents.”
The two soon began to exchange opinions on the water management project again.
And as they did, Loony, who had been watching them, alternated between looking at Ermedillin and Pellio with a subtle expression, as if solving an incomprehensible, difficult riddle.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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