Yuri Hsien muttered blankly.
“So it was.”
Oddly enough, while Yuri Hsien wondered where the shabby door in front of the secret passage she was standing led to, she did not doubt that the main character of the shout was Heathcliff.
At that, Daisy, who had been covering her mouth, looked up at Yuri Hsien in surprise. Her brown eyes shook recklessly. Daisy asked without thinking.
“Do you believe me, that word? ……So quickly?”
I guess Daisy shook her head hurriedly, thinking that what she had asked was wrong. There was a white piece of paper on the floor. Over Daisy’s head, Yuri Hsien’s voice dropped sharply. It sounded very pathetic, not only desolate but also like the weak voice of an old man.
“How could I confuse the voice of His Majesty the Prince?”
It’s been 15 years. She had loved him for 15 years and dreamt of him. The affection that began with the benefactor who saved her from near death never faded for a moment over the years. And the heart, devotion, and love she had harbored all this time did not betray Yuri Hsien even at this moment.
“……I apologize.”
Daisy sobbed. Ironically, Yuri Hsien’s overly calm demeanor felt greater than any other sorrow. Although she knew she shouldn’t have asked, she felt even more that she had misspoken.
‘What can I do.’
In anxiety, she fiddled with her toes inside her leather shoes. Daisy wanted to speak to Yuri Hsien. She didn’t know what to say to comfort her, no, she didn’t even know if she could comfort her, but she didn’t want to leave her thinking she was alone.
The clean paper that had fallen to the floor was a very good excuse for Daisy.
“Um, Miss…….”
Daisy quietly called Yuri Hsien. In her hand was a piece of paper that had fallen under the door. Before Yuri Hsien took it, Heathcliff shouted again.
“Don’t even dream of telling Yuri Hsien!”
Heathcliff seemed intent on continuing this unfunny play.
“……. ”
“……. ”
A quiet silence settled between Yuri Hsien and Daisy. Yuri Hsien took the paper, and Daisy dropped her hand just like that. There was nothing else, because the worried look in Yuri Hsien’s face had no expression whatsoever.
“Yuri Hsien must not know. You understand my words?!”
Heathcliff shouted. What was contained in his bitterness was not concern for Yuri Hsien but worry about his future. The fallout if his lies were exposed.
“……Ha.”
How much fun he must have had fooling her for 15 years, how amusing it must have been to see her believing in him as her savior, such betrayal did not come to her mind.
Yuri Hsien, who had quickly and indifferently accepted that Heathcliff was not her savior, seemed fine, but in fact, she was almost bouncing away from reality.
Everything that had come upon her, every word that had penetrated her eardrums, felt like someone else’s business.
“You won’t believe his words. Yuri Hsien thinks of me as her savior since she was a child. All along!”
Heathcliff’s voice was raspy as if he had a funnel in his mouth, but the voice of the person he was talking to was not heard. Heathcliff’s breath was heard in surprise.
“Deception, it’s not that……!”
“……Do you love her?”
The other person’s voice, heard for the first time, seemed to be wrapped in an opaque veil.
“Guh……!”
Heathcliff’s question was met with silence, and he did not respond. Time passed, and Heathcliff’s voice saying that he loved her was not heard.
Then Yuri Hsien finally clutched her chest.
“Ugh…….”
Her chest was torn and twisted. The pain was beyond imagination, and her knees gave way.
“Miss!”
Daisy, though surprised, lowered her voice wisely and supported her. Yuri Hsien’s body, supported by Daisy, cooled down in an instant. Her body, which did not even sweat, was as stiff as a dead tree. Still, her heart pounded as if it would break her ribs.
It hurt. It hurt so much. Everything hurt.
It was difficult to stand on two feet. The pain in the heart felt by the soul that had been bounced off by the cruel truth took over the whole body.
“Uh…… heuk…….”
A moan, or something like a cry, faintly flowed in a stuttered moment.
Yuri Hsien is now 22 years old.
15 years means more than half of her life. And she was deceived all those years.
So, it might not be strange to accept it as my business right away. However, just as the soul cannot be separated from the body forever, Yuri Hsien could not be separated from the pain of confronting the truth.
“Miss…….”
Daisy was flustered. She wanted to sympathize, but she dared not. Although Yuri Hsien was pitiful, she felt she shouldn’t see her that way. All she could do was hug the supported Yuri Hsien tightly.
Yet, strangely enough, thanks to this pain, Yuri Hsien was able to see her situation more objectively. Her feelings were completely rational and cold without anything like betrayal or resentment.
Yuri Hsien thought with a calm gaze, despite her cold body and face distorted with pain.
‘So that’s why you didn’t want to marry me.’
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
