In This Life, I'll Assist You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 162
“I, Sword Master Estelle, hereby accuse Cramnel Lahert of being the true culprit behind the assassination of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I beg Your Majesty to convene an official trial to lay the late Crown Prince’s spirit to rest. Cramnel may even know the whereabouts of Her Royal Highness the missing Princess.”
Estelle’s eyes were as cold as glacial ice.
Zion gazed at her.
Aside from the fact that the Holy Sword originated from Medea and Cramnel, there was no concrete evidence clearly proving who assassinated the Crown Prince.
This was Estelle’s plan.
To inform the Emperor of Cramnel’s gravest crime while simultaneously shattering the Emperor’s delusion that Medea might be his own granddaughter.
That was why she insisted on summoning Medea to the courtroom—to achieve precisely this goal by presenting the Holy Sword.
Zion sensed that her heart, once gentle and warm—the heart that had granted him rapturous joy and a reason to live—was now weeping in prolonged sorrow. It pained him deeply.
The Emperor, stricken with shock, remained frozen like a stone statue, unable to utter a word.
After a while, he finally spoke. His voice carried a chilling, bloodshot fury.
“Beremia. What is your opinion on this matter?”
Zigmut Beremia, now allied with them, knelt before the Emperor.
“Your Imperial Majesty, as you well know, I possess the ability to perceive the aura of individuals. Ever since that incident fifteen years ago, I have felt a bloody aura emanating from Lahert. Lady Estelle beside him is filled solely with unwavering loyalty toward Your Majesty. I am now certain—Cramnel… betrayed Your Majesty. Long ago, in fact.”
The Emperor spoke.
“Grand Duke of the North.”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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Go Estelle, give it to that brat!! Show her how it’s done!
Christ Jesus… I thought there was a limit to stupidity, but with the emperor, I’m always surprised.
Indeed, common sense is not part of His Majesty’s intellect.