Without any prior notice, the woman who had come to visit, Yuri Hsien, was led into the shack by an old woman with sleepy eyes, without any particular suspicion.
“Black hair…… red eyes……. Because of her rare appearance, I took special care of her.”
The old woman, leaning on a cane because of her bent back, spoke as she walked down the long wooden corridor.
“But I had no idea she was the Duke of Windsor…….”
Between her chuckling laughs, the sound of her cane tapping the floor echoed. The rhythmic noise had been causing a strange discomfort for a while.
‘Her walk is too perfect.’
Despite her advanced age, her pronunciation was not worn nor did she stutter. Although her back was bent, her feet were not twisted, and her dress was not lacking, which was also unexpected.
‘Now that I look at it, that dress doesn’t have a single wrinkle.’
At first glance, she looked shabby, but upon closer inspection, there was a strong sense of neatness. It was as if a noble person had intentionally worn a torn dress.
The old woman’s shack looked small from the outside, as if it only had two rooms, but the interior was quite spacious. The old woman guided Yuri Hsien to the end room of the shack.
All the while, Yuri Hsien continued to feel a strange discomfort, but in the end, she could not figure out what it was.
Inside the room that the old woman opened, a man was sitting.
Receiving the moonlight filtered through the square lattice window, the man, who seemed lifeless yet maintained an upright posture, was staring vacantly out at the darkness. He looked like someone who had lived his whole life with a straight back, showing his dignity even now.
After midnight. In the darkness that had turned blue, unable to withstand the slowly rising sun, a man with jetblack hair exuded some emotion. Longing? Grief? Regret? It was not clear. But one thing was certain.
“Ah, Father!”
That man was Weolgen.
Startled by Yuri Hsien’s cry, the man who had been blankly staring out the window turned to look at the door. His large red eyes blinked quickly. The handsome face, looking in its late thirties, seemed as if time had passed only for him.
“Father, ah! Father, it’s me. It’s Yuri!”
Yuri Hsien’s crying crescendoed as she almost collapsed and rushed to him.
Her black hair, so like the man’s, fluttered. Her knees touched the floor as she neared the bed. There was no time to think about the dignity of a royal princess. She could do nothing but cry for joy at the reunion with the great Windsor and her caring father.
“Father, ah, Father! You were here. Really, I looked for you for a long time. I never doubted for a moment. That you would be alive…… I never stopped believing.”
Yuri Hsien wept with her face buried in Weolgen’s bed.
Instead of the musty smell of damp dust she expected, the blanket unexpectedly smelled of warm sunlight. It seemed he had not been treated harshly in this shack. But that made her heart ache even more. He was Weolgen, once at the very top.
‘To think that I’m relieved to smell sunlight from the blanket that such a father is covered with!’
She felt a glimpse of the hardships and trials Weolgen must have endured. Her heart tightened.
‘No, this is not the time to cry.’
She had miraculously met Weolgen. As much as he had suffered, Yuri Hsien had suffered too. So now, only one thing remained.
“Father, let’s go home……. Let’s go home and…… set everything right.”
Reclaiming the great Windsor. When Weolgen saw the deeds that Kendalry had committed in his absence, he would undoubtedly cast off his love goggles. Then Weolgen would once again become the wise and brilliant great Windsor and set everything right.
Yuri Hsien believed this without a doubt, but Weolgen, who had been looking down at the sobbing woman for a long time, shattered her faith.
“Miss…… who are you?”
Yuri Hsien’s body jolted as she looked up quickly. Her red eyes trembled mercilessly.
“……Daddy?”
Yuri Hsien unknowingly used a term of endearment she had only used when she was very young.
Yuri Hsien was beside herself. She couldn’t comprehend what she had heard. The one who spoke those words was undoubtedly her father, whom she had longed for, yet the words didn’t seem like his.
But on the other hand… It seemed like something she had anticipated. It had already been strange.
His embrace that didn’t rush to her as soon as he saw Yuri Hsien, the attitude that didn’t hug his sobbing daughter, the hands that didn’t neatly straighten her tangled black hair.
Had it been Ulgen, he should be holding Yuri Hsien in his arms at this very moment.
‘But, but…’
Through her trembling tears, the Ulgen she looked up at was indeed the father she knew.
The disheveled black hair, the reddish eyes that looked slightly more muddled than usual, the peevish skin and the messy beard, although none of them were the image of the great Windsor, they were still the image of Ulgen Windsor.
When a tear dropped from the corner of Yuri Hsien’s vacant eyes, the sound of military boots was heard from behind.
“……!”
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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