Indeed, the highlight of the procession was the blessed child who sprinkled the petals.
The ‘blessed child’ was not selected based on noble or commoner status, and was not predetermined before the march.
As the carriages of the procession passed through the city streets, the priests in the central carriage would call the most eyecatching child among the spectators into the carriage.
After about thirty minutes of the march, this cycle would continue, with a new child called into the carriage as they made their way around the city.
“Wow!! Here! Please look over here too!”
“The petals aren’t reaching here! Throw them a little further!”
The crowd trying to catch the petals scattered by the blessed child to ensure a year full of good fortune swarmed around the carriage like a tidal wave.
The knights clad in silver armor solemnly escorted the carriage.
The excitement was no different for Evelia.
“It’s coming! It’s coming!”
Worried that his young mistress might fall off the fountain due to her excessive excitement, Caron fixed his attention and gaze not on the carriage, but on her.
Cedric also smiled softly at the sight of his younger sister fluttering about like a chick meeting the world for the first time.
The tiny child in an oversized yellow hood, pointing at the carriage and chuckling, melted into the surrounding crowd.
The citizens of the empire, who had been engrossed in the approaching carriage, momentarily diverted their eyes to look at Evelia with smiles.
“Halt for a moment!”
The carriage stopped for a while, perhaps it was time to change the blessed child.
“Huh.”
Evelia sighed.
She could have caught the petals if it had come a bit closer!
Hurry up and bless the new child, then throw the petals!
The previous child bowed deeply to the priests as they got off the carriage.
The time felt as long as half a day to Evelia, who clenched her hands tightly and swayed her body back and forth.
‘Hurry! Hurry up!’
The red ribbon that Perseus had loosely tied a few hours ago came undone due to her wriggling and foot stomping.
A cool wind blew refreshingly across her body.
In an instant, the red ribbon flew back and disappeared somewhere into the crowd.
When Evelia hurriedly turned around to follow the ribbon, her already loose yellow robe slipped down.
“Brother, my ribbon…!”
She turned back to speak to Cedric who was standing under the fountain, but her hands, which were still neatly gathered, asking for more petals, remained the same.
The eyes of the priests who were searching for another child caught the sight of the hair shining like a sun against the dark night sky.
Moreover, her hands were neatly gathered as if pleading to be chosen and she was looking with desperate eyes, how could they not call her out!
“Over there! The little miss who is even praying to get on the carriage!”
A priest, whether of the flower or light temple, with a pleasant expression, called out Evelia’s name.
All eyes followed the priest’s finger.
The finger and the gaze were directed at her.
“Huh…?”
Evelia slowly looked down at her clasped hands.
‘No, this is not a prayer!’
I have to catch 100 petals here!
“Wow!!”
The crowd cheered loudly, oblivious to the child’s confusion.
The bright child scattering petals would surely fill the upcoming year with good fortune.
Cedric wore a slightly worried expression at the prospect of Evelia climbing onto the carriage, but he didn’t want to discourage her from this experience she could never have again.
Besides, as objectively as possible, he wanted to see his cute younger sister receiving the cheers of so many imperial citizens and scattering petals.
Cedric, having made up his mind, carried Evelia close to the carriage with a grin.
The sight of a still young boy carrying an even younger girl made the citizens cheer even louder.
“But, my petals…?!”
I can only scatter, not catch! I have to catch 100, there are so many people to share with!!
Would she end up not being able to give the petal gifts like this?
Greatly disappointed, Evelia had somehow ended up in the arms of a priest, near the carriage.
The priests, taken aback for a moment, exchanged glances.
“She is a maiden of Artina.”
“It is the maiden of Artina.”
They didn’t know until she was pointed out.
It wasn’t unusual to attract attention by standing on the fountain with her hands together.
But once they took in the child, even a cursory look was enough to discern her identity.
In this empire, blonde hair was common, but only one family possessed a hue akin to the sun.
It was questionable whether it was okay to put the noblest child in the empire under Prince Latil in this carriage.
“Is this okay?”
Without a word, they asked a person who appeared to be a knight with horrified eyes. The knight pressed his index finger to his lips and nodded.
Besides, it was hard to ask her to get off now as the cheers from the crowd had become louder than usual.
The priests gave their blessings more devoutly than usual, kissing her forehead and stroking her head in turn.
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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