I'm Terminal Anyway, No Regrets (17 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
“What’s all this commotion? Why have you suddenly barged in and taken my mother and sister? You must explain!”
“It’s an offense of assault against the royal family. I witnessed it with my own eyes.”
“Assault against the royal family…”
At the envoy’s words, Jeffrey’s eyes turned toward me.
Beyond my disheveled appearance, my arm, neck, and cheek—scratched by fingernails—throbbed painfully. As I swept aside my tangled hair, strands clung stubbornly to my fingers.
Even though he couldn’t possibly know exactly what had happened, Jeffrey muttered in disbelief.
“How could something like this happen…”
“Was there no disturbance inside the house that you weren’t aware of?”
“Their room is quite far, and I must have dozed off momentarily.”
The envoy, who had been speaking with Jeffrey, wrinkled his nose.
“You’ve been drinking.”
It was still afternoon, the sun high overhead.
While nobles drinking at this hour wasn’t a grave offense, doing so alone at home—without hosting guests—certainly didn’t reflect well.
The envoy’s expression hardened further.
Jeffrey, seemingly aware of his own embarrassment, avoided the envoy’s gaze.
“What will happen to my mother and sister?”
“There’s a witness, and the assault is confirmed. They will be investigated and brought to trial.”
“Trial…? Good heavens—does that mean my mother and sister will be imprisoned?”
“Even family members must face punishment for assault—let alone when it’s against royalty. No lawyer would dare take on a case of royal assault. Mitigation will be difficult.”
The envoy replied earnestly.
Still, despite his answer, the matter wouldn’t actually proceed to trial.
The idea that a married royal had been assaulted by her in-laws—His Majesty would never tolerate such a scandal.
For the sake of the royal family’s reputation, they’d likely erase this incident swiftly and quietly, ensuring no one ever found out.
Jeffrey, however, hadn’t calculated that far. He merely blinked repeatedly, flustered and at a loss.
Just as Jeffrey turned to lash out at me, he noticed Liam standing beside me.
“Who might you be from the Empire?”
“I am Hal Rhund from the Empire, currently assisting Marcus Venam.”
Since Liam was here secretly, he used a different name.
“Why is the Imperial delegation present here?”
“We accompanied the Royal Envoy to extend an invitation to certain members of the royal family to visit the Empire. We requested permission in advance to build rapport, though we don’t yet know who specifically will be invited. Our first visit was to meet Princess Ormia.”
“Ormia is already married. A married woman wouldn’t abandon her household to go to the Empire.”
“Well… I’ve heard the princess wishes for a divorce. Given that members of this household even resorted to assault… it might be good for her to take a change of scenery and visit the Empire.”
“This is the first time anything like this has happened! My mother was angry and acted impulsively—arresting her over this?”
“You didn’t even see what happened, yet you’re so sure you know who struck first?”
Jeffrey’s face flushed crimson at the envoy’s mocking tone.
He clenched his fists and glared—but soon turned away.
Liam was the very invader who had annihilated Glisia. Jeffrey was no match for his commanding presence.
“Since you must report today’s events, Envoy, let’s depart now. I’ll take responsibility for escorting Her Highness safely to the palace.”
“Ormia is the lady of this household! Why must you take her to the palace?”
Jeffrey hurried forward, trying to grab my arm.
His fingertips, sharp like a hawk’s talons snatching prey, sliced through the air.
Thanks to Liam yanking me back, I avoided his grasp.
“That’s exactly why it’s even more dangerous!”
Liam’s thunderous shout froze everyone in place.
“The princess is still a countess. She was assaulted inside her own home, yet the servants never informed the count. Whether out of fear of him or because such violence was common, we can’t be certain—but we absolutely cannot leave Her Highness in this mansion when we don’t know what might happen next.”
Only then did the envoy seem to grasp the gravity of the situation, his brow furrowing deeply.
“I told you—it’s never happened before! Tell me, Ormia—has there been any assault prior to this?”
“Ah…”
Instinctively, I covered one cheek.
Back when I’d first brought up divorce, Jeffrey had impulsively slapped me.
“Merciful Lord Ragras…”
Following the envoy’s horrified groan came the sound of Liam beside me gritting his teeth.
Jeffrey, panicked, had just revealed his mistake.
“No, that time… Ormia! Explain properly! That time, the situation left me no choice!”
“Yes, it only happened once.”
Although I gave Jeffrey the answer he wanted, no one present believed it.
The envoy looked at Jeffrey with utter contempt, as if at a repulsive insect.
“Let’s go. I’ll escort both of you. Count Olan, please remain within your estate. As a Glisian, I am utterly ashamed and devastated.”
“No, please, just hear me out—it’s not like that…”
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Cutting off Jeffrey’s excuses, Liam stepped behind me—as if to shield me in case Jeffrey tried to follow and strike again.
Jeffrey wasn’t that brave. Overwhelmed by Liam’s imposing presence, he stood dumbly in his study as we left the mansion.
So much commotion had erupted as Madam Olan was seized by guards that a crowd had already gathered at the front gate.
Ever since the marriage, Madam Olan had insisted on a mansion not far from the capital’s center, making it impossible to contain the gossip.
“They say the countess struck the princess!”
“Look at her—her arms and face are all scratched up.”
“How dare they lay hands on Her Highness!”
The Olan family’s scandal had become public spectacle. The envoy ordered a soldier to bring a horse.
“I’ll go ahead to inform the palace of the situation. I’ll accompany Her Highness first—Lord Rhund, would you mind waiting here until the carriage arrives?”
Since Liam had come with only one carriage, they intended to send me separately.
“Couldn’t I ride in the same carriage as him? He’s the one who saved me.”
“But he’s a guest from the Empire.”
The envoy hesitated briefly.
Leaving a royal alone with the Empire’s delegation, who had come expressly to extend an invitation, could cause complications.
“I’m just… scared. Terrified. Since he’s the one who rescued me, I thought I’d feel safer with him… but I suppose that’s not possible. I’ll ride alone.”
“Hmm… since Her Highness insists, then by all means, go together.”
The envoy sought Liam’s consent, and he didn’t refuse.
As the carriage departed, knights rode alongside it, keeping watch over the interior.
Liam crossed his arms and fixed his gaze on me.
This was my only chance to speak with him properly.
“His Majesty dislikes scandals—he’ll resolve this swiftly.”
Though the carriage walls were thin, the rattling and surrounding noise muffled my voice.
It wouldn’t reach the driver or the knights outside.
“While the Olans are certainly at fault, the greater disgrace is a royal being assaulted. It won’t go as far as a trial.”
It was precisely due to such concerns for reputation that I’d been allowed to live as royalty.
In my first life, I was the king’s youngest daughter—ignored and treated as if I didn’t exist, which had felt unjust. But by my third life, imprisoned in a tower, I realized how comparatively tolerable that first life had been.
The king couldn’t cast me out—the so-called ‘divine aberration’—because of his own dignity and prestige.
A god who abandoned family was unthinkable.
Though his choice served solely the king and the crown, it became the fence that protected me.
“But for appearances’ sake, he’ll surely grant the divorce. As a divorced royal, my position is now even worse than before. He might send me away from the capital under the pretense of convalescence… or imprison me again.”
Above all, he was a king before he was a father.
He had once imprisoned me, deeming me a threat capable of undermining royal authority.
Outside the window, ordinary people went about their daily lives. When I’d been confined, I hadn’t even been allowed to see such mundane scenes.
“Then let the Empire extend the invitation first.”
Now it was the Imperial delegation’s turn to act.
I laid out my detailed plan for him. Liam listened silently.
“The Emperor already has grounds to invite a royal, and His Majesty will surely welcome the chance to quietly remove me from Glisia. He may pretend to deliberate, but in the end, he’ll choose to let me go.”
Only after experiencing three lifetimes did I finally admit it:
To the king, I was never a child.
“He’ll discard me.”
Liam, expression unreadable, kept his arms crossed and stared at me for a long moment before finally speaking.
“Is this why you wanted to leave Glisia?”
His eyes drifted toward the scratches on my arm.
To the dying me, he had occasionally shown his emotions.
I expelled the rage long pent up in my chest.
Though his quiet anger was directed at me, the Beltoars, and all of Glisia, I was glad—just glad—he let me hear his voice.
Whether in an underground dungeon or a sealed tower, it had always been too cold and lonely.
“No. I provoked the Olans into assaulting me today—but before this… well, Madam Olan once came to my room at night and hit me with a pillow. It wasn’t life-threatening.”
I told him everything without holding back.
Only then could he properly devise his own plans.
“So this was why you asked me to come today.”
Liam’s voice dropped lower—a clear note of dissatisfaction with the situation.
“You deliberately provoked them into attacking you… just to show me this?”
His black hair had fallen across his face, half-concealing his eyes. I could sense his discomfort.
Was he uneasy about the plan’s reliability?
I glanced down at the scratches on my arm, left by fingernails.
“Is this situation not enough? Should I have broken an arm instead?”
Thud. Liam kicked the chair I was sitting on. The jolt shook me.
“Oh—my apologies! Must’ve hit a stone on the road.”
The royal coachman loudly apologized, sounding deeply remorseful.
Gritting his teeth, Liam glared at me.
“You haven’t forgotten our contract, have you? I promised to take the princess out of Glisia, and you promised to save my younger brother.”
His tense eyes were more vivid and alive than in any of my three past lives.
Liam warned me in a low growl, like a beast baring its fangs.
“This is the only time I’ll tolerate it, Princess.”
He kicked my chair again and whispered, the vibration resonating deep into my heart.
“That body no longer belongs only to you. So never again put yourself in harm’s way like this.”
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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Loved this novel, i came because i started the manhwa and the story was really wonderfull, so i just had to know the rest. I am loving it.
hahahaha baby girl😭😭 she is so cuuuute. I really live her so so much
Riiiigth, let’s go away frim this wicked land, my baby Ormia needs to be happy, pleeeaaaaase!
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For a man, this reaction was understandably awkward.
Oh. 👁️👁️😳
“If she’s being sent away anyway, who would do such a thing!”
Seriously, that people disgust me so badly… The audacity! Caring for her only in the struggle, and calling her devious when they are the ones who should be cursed! I hope she rises in the Empire and i hope that the news somehow causes in them atleast despair or some kind of disability.
“Marcus, please shut up! People avoided me, calling me ‘God’s rejection’—how cou
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Man… I know she’s miserable, but did you have to humiliate the woman like that?
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Yes! Thank god he say it! Omg, she is crazy but the olan worked well. I hope she gets to the empire safely and swiftly