“I meant to be polite. I didn’t mean to shout, I apologize, Your Grace.”
Why do I act like this…
In the Duke’s presence, I’m like a broken clock, spouting nonsense.
Does he think I’m foolish?
“Heh, haha.”
Suddenly, the Duke burst into laughter. Briefly, his deep blue eyes softened towards me.
“You’re like a broken alarm clock.”
“What?”
“Sorry, that was rude of me. I came to tell you that you’re coming with me to the North. From today, you’re ‘the only one I wanted,’ thus my subject. That’s why I came personally.”
“…”
“Why are you silent? What’s with that expression?”
I stuttered out a response.
“Could you… close the door, please?”
The Duke looked puzzled but complied, closing the door behind him.
I collapsed on the spot.
All my strength drained away, and tears streamed down.
The Duke, perplexed, asked, “Do you hate the idea of coming with me that much?”
“No, no, it’s not that.”
“…”
“Why me? Why did you save me?”
The Duke’s gaze deepened again.
“Saved you… was it like that?”
Embarrassed, I wiped my nose with my sleeve.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hmm. You seem to be of use in several ways, that’s why.” The Duke spoke in a low tone.
“You were trained as an assassin, right? The North needs capable knights. The more, the better. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Thank you for trusting me.”
“I didn’t say I trust you. Not yet.”
He stated flatly.
Evidently, speaking painful truths matter-of-factly is the Duke’s forte.
“Departure is tomorrow morning. Can you ensure you won’t die or get injured by then?”
“Absolutely.”
He nodded at my prompt response.
“Your Grace.”
“The departure is tomorrow morning, do you think you can avoid death or injury until then?”
“Of course.”
The Duke nodded at my prompt response.
“Your Grace,” I called out as he was about to leave.
“What is it?”
“I have a request to make.”
“What is it?”
“Could you take one more person with us to the North?”
“?”
I uncovered a blanket in a corner of the room, revealing the still unconscious caterpillar underneath.
Seeing the caterpillar, the Duke looked at me, demanding an explanation.
“This child was the one whose tongue Medea cut out and was declared the poison assassin. He was with me in assassin training… from the North, longing for the North. I don’t know this boy’s name, but I know he’s not the culprit. He was trying to side with the North and was punished by the one who tried to assassinate Sir Arcadia, the Black Worm.”
“I know this child is not the culprit.”
The Duke spoke gravely.
“He’s not dead.”
“He’s alive. His breathing is slowly returning.”
“I see.”
“Your Grace, you knew he wasn’t the culprit. Did you really stage a self-poisoning act?”
I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer.
After a moment of silence, the Duke spoke.
“Yes. I used a poison from the North and drank it myself.”
I was shocked.
“Why…”
“To save Arcadia.”
Sion Belpast looked into my eyes and responded in his usual calm tone.
I had to swallow hard, understanding immediately what he meant.
He risked his life to save his subordinate, knowing it was a battle hard to win otherwise.
“A boy from the North, you say. What’s his name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, if he doesn’t have a name, I’ll give him one. Make sure he survives, I’ll take him with us.”
“Thank you, Your Grace.”
“Remember, I still do not trust you. I will be watching.”
“Yes.”
I deeply bowed to him.
It’s fine if he doesn’t trust me.
I trust him.
That afternoon, I joined the Northern knights as they left the South.
“Don’t forget the promise you made to me, Bella. You are my person now.”
Medea called me before leaving, repeating her words.
Looking back, I saw Medea standing at the castle window. Pushing the cart that hid the caterpillar, I bowed to her. She showed a relieved smile.
‘Sorry, Medea, but I won’t keep our promise. I won’t forgive you.’
As I turned, I saw the Northern knights marching towards the horizon.
Resting my hand on the dagger my mother had given me, hidden at my side. My own sword, stolen from Medea’s room before leaving.
‘Mother, I have finally gained freedom. In this life, I will live by my own will. I will make my choices.’
The red sun rose on the horizon.
Sion Belpast, riding a black horse, his black hair fluttering in the wind, turned back.
His beautiful face, under the sunlight, with blue eyes holding the sun, was radiant.
I said to him in my heart.
‘You are the only noble in this empire who truly deserves his position.’
The right man who walked the right path and faced death. The man who risked his life for his subordinate.
No matter how many lives I live again, I can never imitate the life that person endured.
The shield of the empire. A war hero despised by the Emperor.
Perhaps, more important than lineage, is the right to be a ruler.
No matter how many times I’m reborn, I won’t have that right. My sins of killing countless people won’t disappear, even if I were a princess.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
