Helping her husband, the Marquis, manipulate public opinion in the royal palace and secretly holding substantial power, Hazel is believed to have superior discernment compared to the culprit. In reality, this was true. Nevertheless… she couldn’t understand at all.
Hazel realized, almost as a habit, that she was about to unfold her fan. However, she had just put down the fan she always carried on the tea table a moment ago.
She bit her lips carefully.
It was an unusually careless mistake.
She might be in a more anxious state than she thought.
Her brown eyes turned to Bonita again. That pink hair, that face, continuously pulled her back into the past.
It was a terrible yet sweet memory.
Aria, who had just released Bonita from a tight hug, looked around the cookie house with a joyful expression.
Cream-filled cracker fences, jelly rocks, biscuits and chocolate, the house made of sugar powder. Aria’s face, as she looked at the house, was also tinged with curiosity and wonder like a child.
She turned her head towards Hazel.
“It’s a really wonderful place.”
“Ah… yes.”
Suddenly meeting eyes, a flustered Hazel forced a smile.
At that moment, the children who followed Bonita began to poke their heads out one by one. Boys and girls occasionally ran to their own mothers.
They held a precious drawing in their hands.
“Mom! Look at this! I drew our family.”
“I drew a castle!”
“I’m a knight in a cool armor!”
The noblewomen who had been strangely looking at Aria and Bonita smiled happily as they watched their own children, who had gathered with their drawings.
‘No crying child today?’
‘Phew. Luckily, it’s quiet.’
Since there was usually a fight by the end of the social gathering, they were all prepared. However, today seemed to be a lucky day.
Hazel also smiled compassionately at Alan, who came in front of her. He was scolded the most, but he was still her beloved son.
“Alan, did you draw something too?”
“Oh, this is…”
Alan, who was holding a tightly rolled paper, looked embarrassed and seemed to want to hide the paper.
I wonder what it is.
Although curious, Hazel didn’t forcibly uncover her son’s secret.
Then, after hesitating for a while, Alan blushed slightly and said, “It’s a gift.”
“A gift?”
A paper?
Or is he talking about a drawing?
Either way, cute things are both the same, so Hazel lightly unfolded the paper Alan handed her.
Her hand, which was flipping through the drawing, stopped.
At the same time, a few noblewomen behind Hazel also exclaimed.
“Oh my.”
“It seems that the painter is exceptionally skilled. So vivid like this… Maya, did you bring the picture from the cookie house by any chance?”
The Countess of Ruvigny asked her daughter, wondering.
Of course, since it’s a house made specifically for the children, it wouldn’t be a problem to bring one or two drawings. However, it would definitely not have been prepared by the Marquis himself. Nevertheless, the daughter of the Countess provided an answer that surpassed the expectations of the Countess.
“Lady, Lady Aria drew it!”
Maya’s exclamation resounded clearly in Hazel’s ears.
Yeah, it was strange.
She muttered to herself.
She was the one who designed and decorated the cookie house for her sons. There was no way unknown objects would be placed in such a place, even Hazel herself didn’t know about.
No inexperienced servant would have brought such a drawing.
Hazel touched the end without a drawing, confirming the texture of the paper.
Without a doubt, it was the paper placed inside the cookie house. And the drawing was done not with paint but just a pencil.
Hazel slowly closed and opened her eyes. Still, the drawing remained unchanged.
It was Alan’s face. The Alan in the drawing awkwardly smiled, much like when taking a photograph.
Hazel turned around.
The noblewomen were stunned and amazed.
It was an unusual reaction.
Even if it was a limited atmosphere rather than the adult social circle, these people had lived hiding their emotions in front of others for their entire lives.
…But, their reaction wasn’t incomprehensible. Hazel herself was surprised when she first heard those words and almost dropped the paper.
When the mothers expressed surprise, some children who had Bonita’s drawings were excited. The ladies were now turning and looking at four or five drawings together.
Hazel couldn’t resist the temptation either. She slipped in between and showed the drawing she had.
Seeing Alan’s face, the ladies showed a slightly envious reaction. Well, if you excluded Alan’s drawing, the rest were all landscapes.
Hazel’s eyes scanned the other four drawings.
‘Genius… he’s a genius.’
There was no other way to describe it besides that word. If these drawings were indeed works from the hands of a seven-year-old child, then there was no doubt about it.
She forgot about various relationships and sighed purely at the artwork. Then, at some point, something caught her attention.
Unlike the imaginative landscapes of beautiful nature, ancient castles, and luxurious royal courts, these scenes were filled with a sense of reality.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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