If You Wish For My Death (6 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
“…….”
“Don’t be so upset. It’s not just something I’d say to you, Miss Are. What about everyone else here? How are they any different from you?”
Her indifferent gaze landed on the group standing behind her.
It was a cluster of people around her own age.
They, too, had been Veronica’s frequent “friends.” And every one of them had turned away from her at the moment she’d needed help most. Trust had been the first emotion to crumble.
“You must have heard about my engagement—unless you actually attended the ceremony. I’ve finally realized my place in life. Isn’t it only right that people similar to each other stick together?”
“…….”
“Could you please pass this message along to the others? Spreading news about me is your specialty, isn’t it, Miss Are?”
Veronica crumpled the letter once more and gave a bright smile. Then she glanced again at the group behind her.
Those who’d been secretly observing the scene flinched and hurriedly averted their eyes from her gaze.
Even though they sensed the unsettling atmosphere, they still instinctively prioritized their own interests.
There had been a time when she’d wondered—if only she could change herself, perhaps her relationships with them might improve.
If she acknowledged her shortcomings, practiced better manners, and approached them with sincerity, maybe she could foster healthier connections. Maybe they’d even help her.
But the more polite she became, the more she tried to please them, and the more genuinely she revealed herself—the more easily they looked down on her and took advantage.
Even when she realized her efforts were utterly futile, Veronica had still desperately needed help, yet nothing ever changed.
Now, there was no resentment left, no disappointment—nothing at all.
Veronica turned her back on those rotten ties. Though murmurs erupted behind her, she ignored them completely.
When she returned to her original spot, Harry was waiting for her. He smiled and asked,
“Did you have a good talk?”
“Yes, it went very well. Fortunately, everyone listened quite attentively.”
Unaware of the real situation, Harry happily said it was a good thing.
At the ball, the line of nobles still waiting to receive an audience with the Emperor continued endlessly.
But they couldn’t wait indefinitely for the audience to conclude, so once a sufficient number of guests had gathered, the music in the ballroom changed.
First, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess took their place in the center. After exchanging formal bows facing each other, they assumed their positions and began dancing to the music.
Once their dance concluded, it was the princes’ turn. Given the large number of attending royals, several groups simultaneously stepped forward to perform.
After the princes finished their dances, it would normally be the nobles’ turn.
But no one dared step into the center of the ballroom just yet. The silence was so profound it made even the music feel hollow.
And understandably so—the most important participants still hadn’t come forward.
Countless furtive glances stabbed the air. From the side, signs of panic were palpable.
Whispers quickly swelled into chaotic noise, and judgmental stares mixed with criticism poured in from all directions.
Amid the sea of onlookers, Veronica stood alone.
In the past, fear had overwhelmed her so deeply, the suffocating pressure too much to bear, that she’d often run away.
But now, she feared nothing at all.
Slowly, Veronica stepped forward toward the companion who would share her despair.
At the rhythmic click of her heels, a man absentmindedly lifted his head—and their eyes met.
“Your Highness Prince Cassian.”
Cassian immediately scowled, clearly displeased that she’d addressed him by name. Veronica gave a sweet smile.
“You wouldn’t neglect your fiancée even here, would you?”
Veronica extended her gloved hand. Cassian glared at it fiercely.
“Many eyes are upon us, Your Highness. You must uphold your dignity.”
“…Do you even know how to dance properly?”
“Of course I do, Your Highness.”
“…….”
“Please take my hand quickly. His Majesty is watching.”
At those words, he clenched and unclenched his fist once before finally reaching out.
He barely touched her fingertips, as if afraid she carried some contagious disease.
Veronica stared, dumbfounded, at his rudeness, letting out a hollow chuckle—but Cassian still wore an expression of utter disgust.
The two of them stood in the center of the ballroom. After exchanging formal bows while facing each other, they closed the distance between them.
Cassian took Veronica’s hand again—still only grasping her fingertips.
“You can’t possibly expect me to trip in front of everyone, can you?”
How was she supposed to dance like this? Hold me properly. Her silent demand made Cassian sigh.
His hand, which had been gripping only her fingertips, finally opened fully and interlaced carefully with each of her fingers.
Their palms met gently, fingers entwining. His other hand, which had been resting limply on her waist, suddenly pulled her closer—their bodies colliding lightly. She felt a faint, warm, almost ticklish heat radiating from him.
Veronica lifted her head and looked up at his stiff expression.
She recalled someone once saying you should try to match your steps with someone you’re fond of. Of course, the man before her didn’t look at her with the eyes of someone in love.
Murmurs from the crowd reached her ears. She even heard bets being placed on how she’d trip this time.
Veronica lowered her gaze.
The music changed. Veronica extended her foot.
One step right, one step left—then shifting her weight onto her right foot, she stepped forward, swept her opposite arm outward, and grasped her partner again.
The sequence flowed like a single line—flawless, without a single mistake or unnecessary movement. In fact, it even carried a curious sense of ease.
Veronica had originally been terrible at dancing. Wasn’t her social debut infamous for exactly that reason?
“Be as graceful and beautiful as possible!”
“Even if you stumble, never lose your smile!”
Her dance instructor had stressed those words repeatedly. At first, frustrated that she didn’t understand, he’d eventually begged her just to memorize the steps—and finally, gave up altogether, pleading only that she not fall.
She’d lacked natural talent and disliked lessons, so her skill never improved.
Her instructor had seriously questioned whether these lessons held any meaning at all—so much so that he’d lowered his goal to just dancing one piece properly.
Yet now, Veronica—who’d once struggled so—was flawlessly dancing three consecutive pieces as if transformed overnight, leaving her former teacher eager to teach her even more.
Veronica now displayed her skill openly and proudly,
showing off the elegant, beautiful, ever-smiling dance her instructor had once described until he was hoarse.
As she carefully traced her steps, she lifted her head—and caught Cassian watching her.
He looked surprised, as if he’d expected her feet to tangle and send her sprawling.
“Did you know it’s been half a year since we last met?”
“Has it?”
“I sent you letters, but never received a reply. I waited.”
“Is that so?”
Damn him. Veronica beamed brightly.
“I missed you.”
“…….”
Cassian ignored her words just as he’d ignored her letters. He turned his face away, seemingly deciding to focus solely on the dance.
From then on, Veronica also fell silent and concentrated on dancing.
Though only two people were dancing, their movements flowed smoothly and without tension.
While carefully avoiding mistakes during this long-awaited dance, Veronica occasionally peeked at Cassian’s face—only to see his focused expression.
Even she, who knew little about dancing, could tell Cassian was quite skilled.
He gently guided her along the path she needed to take, and smoothly followed wherever she went.
It was a meticulously textbook dance—precise, as if he were faithfully demonstrating exactly what he’d learned.
When she’d danced with Asar, it had felt like she was learning by following him; but dancing with this man now felt more like they were adjusting to each other mutually.
His hand, clasped with hers, pulled her closer—not with force, but with just enough pressure to feel comfortably reassuring.
Someone had once said the most important thing in dancing was harmony with your partner.
Veronica hadn’t really understood that before—but now, she felt she finally did.
When he glanced her way, Veronica immediately smiled.
Cassian quickly turned his head away. His rigid expression was almost amusing. She wished he’d smile back—but since he wouldn’t, Veronica simply beamed on her own.
As the final notes played, the music ended.
The two exchanged formal bows again. After a brief silence, applause erupted.
Formally, it was meant as praise for their tension-filled yet flawless performance—but in truth, it mostly served to mask the crowd’s murmuring.
Regardless, since the two had finished dancing, it was now the nobles’ turn.
Veronica, having no intention to dance again, approached Cassian and reached out her hand—or rather, tried to.
Cassian pretended not to see her hand and walked past her.
Seeing him deliberately distance himself, Veronica gave a cheerful smile—then briskly moved her body.
She staggered toward Cassian as if tripping, grabbing his arm. Annoyance flashed immediately across his face.
“Oh my, excuse me!”
Instead of pulling away, Veronica leaned comfortably against his arm.
“I suddenly feel a bit dizzy. Would you mind helping me walk?”
“…Fine.”
She heard him grind his teeth as he answered.
Cassian clearly wanted nothing more than to shake her off—but with so many watching, he couldn’t bring himself to act on it.
His effort to preserve his public dignity was obvious. At that, Veronica let out a soft chuckle.
Harry approached the pair.
“Veronica, are you feeling unwell?”
“I suddenly got dizzy—I suppose I was nervous.”
“Are you alright? Shall we step outside briefly with Father?”
“I’m fine, Father. His Highness Prince Cassian will accompany me, won’t you, Your Highness?”
Veronica turned to Cassian with a smile.
Cassian wore a clear “Why me?” expression—but after glancing at Harry, he reluctantly nodded.
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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this chapter was extremely sad. I like the fact that the author keep emphasizing on her past life, like not to let go her trauma. I i have read many fast pace regression novels when as soon as fmc finds love everything else just goes really fast and nothing else matters almost as if forgetting the revenge which was suppose to be the priority, so far loving this novel i hope they don’t ruin it.
I can totally understand the fmc she don’t want fake friends cause she already has a experience where she thought someone was her friend but they where only using her for her status. I mean its always hard to trust people when u been betrayed badly. I can totally understand her having trust issues.
she must be thinking something really romantic is going on between them. If only she knew what her favorite is scheming in that head of hers.