Every time Greta plunged the sword she had raised high back into him, the sound of splattering dough was heard.
The sound vanished only after exceeding twenty times. Greta, still holding the bloody sword, sighed while tilting her head back.
“Sigh…”
Her breathing, thinly trembling, was stimulating. Her body even experienced fine convulsions, like a person at their peak.
Gently opening her eyes, Greta felt the lightness of the disappearing blade. In the flushed face of her excitement, her shaking pupils were slightly blurry.
“Hoo…”
To calm her excited body, Greta took deep breaths for a while. Then she crouched down in a corner, wrapping her shivering figure with her hands, and approached the shadow.
“M-Murderer.”
The one who trembled in fear, looking at the spreading red liquid, was Hiscliffe. Though he knew Greta’s shadow had arrived in front of him, he couldn’t dare to look up at her. It was that terrifying. He couldn’t believe the reality he was experiencing now.
She had killed her great-uncle. And in an incredibly gruesome way!
‘Family, yet how…’
How could she bring me here?
It was a warning, Hiscliffe instinctively knew. There would be no second chance after the verbal slip he made earlier today in front of Benjamin and Yurisien.
“Prince.”
Greta called his name affectionately. But Hiscliffe had no room to respond; he could only leap from his seat.
Slowly, Greta reached down and held Hiscliffe’s cheek, caressing it softly with her thumb, brimming with motherly love.
“Did you see?”
He thought she was insane. Hiscliffe prayed fervently to escape from this place. He regretted following her in the first place. But Greta didn’t let Hiscliffe run away alone.
“To what extent this mother can go for the Prince.”
“Sob…”
“What this mother can do for the Prince’s happiness.”
“Gasp, choke…”
“Don’t worry, Prince. Yurisien Windsor will be yours.”
Greta bent down and embraced Heathcliff. Whether Heathcliff froze or thawed in her cold embrace, Greta whispered joyously.
“I don’t blame the Prince. On the contrary, I fear it. Like this.”
As strength flowed into Greta’s arms, Heathcliff grew frightened. Now, all he could do was clench his teeth tightly. Not even a common moan escaped him.
Greta pressed her lips against Heathcliff’s cheek and said,
“Among loving families, this much is natural, isn’t it?”
Last dawn, Count Hopgrand passed away. Therefore, the celebration for the Crown Prince’s return had to be shortened to two days.
No matter if Count Hopgrand was called the king of the borderlands, he was just a noble. Though it seemed unrelated to the funeral and the celebration in the palace, Greta called Benjamin and said,
“He’s not just a noble to me. He’s my great-uncle.”
Her eyes, perhaps red from crying all night, looked pitiful.
“My great-uncle was really fond of Prince Heathcliff and me.”
Pressing a handkerchief against her eyes to calm herself, Greta leaned slightly toward Benjamin, who was sitting across from her.
“You will understand about the celebration, right, Crown Prince?”
It was such a sad expression, too sad, almost oddly so. Greta’s voice quivered.
“We’re family, aren’t we?”
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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