The maids bobbed their heads.
“There is no smell, Your Majesty.”
“I too can’t detect….”
Latil sniffed around the reception room. Bloodless smell? When it’s so distinct?
However, the maids just looked at each other with perplexed faces. It didn’t seem like they were pretending not to notice the clear smell.
‘No one can smell this?’
Latil was frustrated. They didn’t look like they were lying, and she couldn’t accuse them either, so she opened the door to the reception room and scoured the hallway.
“Your Majesty.”
As Latil, dressed in pajamas, poked her head out, the guards, who had been standing like a fortress at the entrance, hurriedly stepped aside and greeted her.
Latil casually waved her hand, looking at them one after another. However, the guards also seemed unaffected by the smell of blood. It didn’t seem like anyone was hurt.
“Do you not smell blood?”
“Pardon?”
“No… There’s no smell, Your Majesty.”
Is it possible that among all these people, only I can smell blood? Becoming increasingly incredulous, Latil finally looked at Sonnaught.
Despite being told to rest after the hard work, Sonnaught insisted on being here. Latil gave Sonnaught a ‘do you smell it?’ look.
But before Sonnaught could say anything.
“!”
Latil realized that the smell of blood was coming from Sonnaught and changed her question.
“Are you hurt?”
Sonnaught halfopened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and denied.
“No.”
“Not hurt?”
“Really, I’m not.”
“I’ll take a look at your shirt. You’re the source of the smell.”
Sonnaught hesitated and didn’t lift his shirt.
“Come with me.”
Wondering if Sonnaught was acting this way because people were around, Latil decided to take him to the reception room and ordered the maids to make some space.
Once the maids had left the corridor, Latil gave Sonnaught another command.
“Just take off your shirt.”
“I’m really okay.”
“Take off your shirt. If you don’t want to do it in front of me, I’ll have another knight do it.”
When Latil insisted, Sonnaught finally began to unbutton his shirt one by one. Once he took off his shirt and let his arms fall, he held it in one hand.
“See, you are hurt.”
Latil smirked. And the wound was far from slight. Sonnaught had bandaged from the navel to the chest.
There was no way to wrap such an extensive bandage for a minor injury. Furthermore, blood was already seeping out of one part of the chest.
“I will call the steward to treat you.”
Latil told Sonnaught to put his clothes back on and walked over to ring the bell on the table.
“Your Majesty.”
But Sonnaught grabbed Latil.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. You have bandages which means you have been treated, but blood is still seeping out. Does that look fine to you?”
“I’m really okay.”
However, when Latil tried to ring the bell, Sonnaught refused to the point of blocking the bell with his own hand. Latil was taken aback and looked at Sonnaught. What is he doing?
But when Sonnaught didn’t remove his hand, Latil frowned and discarded the halfteasing tone she had used.
“Stop acting tough. It helps me if you are in the best condition. The steward can heal you painlessly and in no time.”
However, even when Latil went this far, Sonnaught was stubborn and shook his head with a firm expression.
“Why can’t you?”
At this point, Latil, who was curious not only about the wound but also the reason, asked directly. But Sonnaught only stammered and didn’t answer.
“Sonnaught.”
“I….”
“…”
“…”
“Do you have a reason you can’t be treated by the steward?”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Then you should be treated.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Latil rang the bell, and the waiting maids immediately entered without delay.
However, even after coming in, they stood hesitantly, only looking at the tense atmosphere between Sonnaught and Latil.
“Please.”
Sonnaught murmured as if pleading, with a frozen face, and Latil eventually waved her hand.
“Get out.”
Even after the maids left, neither Sonnaught nor Latil could move.
Latil stared at Sonnaught without blinking. It felt as if ants were crawling beneath her skin. She had a lot she wanted to say. A dreadful thought surfaced.
“Why don’t you get treated by the Chief Physician? Is there a reason you cannot get treated? Does treatment pose a problem? What’s the problem? Could you… be involved with black magic?”
Latil closed her eyes tightly. She wanted to ask, but on the other hand, she didn’t want to. In the end, Latil opened her eyes again and pointed to the door with her finger.
“You can leave too.”
“……Yes.”
Sonnaught bowed respectfully and left. For a long time after, Latil stood in place without moving.
After what felt like a long time, nearly 15 minutes had passed before Latil slowly walked to her bedroom, closed the door, and lay down on her bed. Her heartbeat was twice as fast as usual.
“It can’t be.”
It had to be wrong. Not only her mother and Rean, but Sonnaught too? That simply could not happen.
‘Yes, that’s not possible. Sonnaught even risked his life opposing Rean.’
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
