“My lord, those who received the invitation are arriving one by one.”
Vain reported with a crisp attitude while standing in front of the door.
Within the study of Lexion Duchy, there was a secret space that was not well known even to the employees. Franz’s right-hand man, Vain, did not knock or enter with more confidence since he knew what was inside.
One day a year, today. The duke did not come out until he had emptied a bottle of cheap wine that did not suit the dignity of Lexion Duchy in that secret space.
‘I suppose it’s the lord’s way of commemorating the passing of the first miss with that wine.’
Vain knew what that cheap wine meant to the lady.
“Father, I know you’re busy, but tomorrow is my birthday, right? I have to drink gracefully in front of my friends, so please teach me how to drink.”
“…What?”
“I brought practice alcohol. Vain, don’t just stand there stiffly; bring some glasses, and let’s drink together.”
“L-Lady Leah…”
Vain vividly remembered the moment when the bold Lady Leah, who was unmatched in audacity, sneaked into the solemn Franz Lexion’s office, taking the servants’ drink. The first miss, though judged to be a time bomb, had a rogue-like charm, and no one in the mansion could help but love her.
Franz Lexion, too, regretted even more the decision that led Leah to leave the mansion because he loved his daughter.
Understanding the complicated situation of the mansion well, Vain spoke in a subdued voice.
“Portrion’s carriage has just passed through the main gate.”
At that moment, a sound came from the quiet secret room. The duke moved heavily and opened the door with his own hands.
With a creak, Franz’s face, which did not get drunk even after drinking wine, and the interior of the room were revealed.
On the walls of the secret space, portraits of the first miss, Leah Lexion, were hung. They depicted her from her infancy, cradled in the arms of the deceased duchess, to the present, with paintings drawn every year on her birthday.
“The Portrion fellows have arrived.”
“Yes, they have. Elizabeth Portrion declined the invitation, but Helen Portrion, the lady of Portrion, and Lady Edith, all responded to the invitation and have arrived at the mansion.”
Upon hearing the news that the party of the regional lordship related to her daughter’s death had arrived, Franz’s pupils darkened.
“Vain, as soon as they arrive, approach Lady Helen Portrion, who claimed to have felt the Lexion’s magic, and scrutinize her again.”
“I will do so.”
“If you still sense Lexion’s magic… bring her to me directly.”
Franz had no intention of just letting go of the matter related to his deceased daughter.
‘Portrion Mansion’s party is not just any party.’
Edith inadvertently admired the luxurious Lexion Duchy’s party.
The grand hall where the party was held in the mansion was decorated so splendidly that, for a moment, one could forget the fear that the three letters “Lexion” instilled.
Coming from a rural fief, she, of course, was astonished by the scale of the party, as were the nobles who spoke with the accent of the capital.
“To think they can procure this many fresh flowers in winter, that’s possible only because it’s Lexion, right?”
“Look at that! The chandelier design is different from last year’s party.”
Once a year, during the year-end, for the party, everyone in the capital was well aware of how much money the Lexion Duke spent.
When people looked up at the ceiling painting, which the former duke commissioned a painter to create for 10 years, they could understand why Lexion Duke was ranked second in the imperial succession hierarchy.
“How did they paint on that high ceiling?”
While examining the detailed ceiling painting, Edith found a familiar face looking around just like her.
“Isajel?”
“Oh, Edith!”
Isajel, who was feeling bored without anyone familiar, quickly approached Edith.
“I was worried, Edith. I knew that the mercenary sent letters, saying Lady Helen is moving, but still.”
“Thank you for worrying, Isajel. Right now, I’m temporarily working in the mercenary corps.”
“I see.”
Isajel, who had escaped from the confinement in Portrion and come to the capital, seemed even more vibrant.
“By any chance, you’re not being dragged around by the mercenary corps, right? Our father was extremely worried about it too. If you need a place to stay or a job, let us know anytime…”
Isajel, who was subtly planning to recruit Edith as a high-ranking administrator, felt a warm gaze from beside him.
‘This man, was his name Walter?’
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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