Adele confirmed that the maids were at a distance and whispered cautiously.
“I’m afraid more people will start to get jealous for no reason.”
“It’s very likely. Although our Duke has indeed contributed to the end of the war, no one has received such favor until now. Rumors have spread even more, making it appear grander…”
She couldn’t conceal her uncomfortable feelings. There was always more downside than upside to the Emperor’s excessive favor.
Moreover, no matter how much Duke Ansgar had regained his memories, it was difficult for Valentine, being non-human, to discern the intentions of savvy politicians.
As if Margaret had sensed her worries, she spoke confidently.
“Miss Vision, don’t think too much and focus on recovering your health. I might have said something unnecessary.”
“No, you didn’t. I asked you to tell me.”
“Of course, Miss Vision had the right to know about this issue. But, aren’t you worrying too much?”
“I don’t have the thoughts now. I have no appetite, and soon I have to go to the carriage.”
“Still, it would be good to eat some fruit. If fresh ones don’t appeal to you, how about dried figs? What do you think?”
Adele hesitated for a moment. In truth, regardless of what was brought, she had no appetite, and her throat felt dry.
However, instead of refusing, she changed her mind and nodded.
“Then, please bring me a little.”
Today, she had to stand next to Valentine in front of the nobles. She had to eat something or at least muster some nonexistent strength.
She didn’t want to reveal to the world that the sophisticated man’s wife was a weak woman with no vitality.
Margaret smiled and stood up.
“You thought well. You should eat anything to recover quickly.”
Margaret left the room and soon returned, holding a wooden dish piled with dried figs and nuts.
Adele, under Margaret’s stern gaze, had no choice but to eat every bit of the figs.
“Miss Vision.”
The maids, holding dresses and jewelry boxes in both hands, entered the bedroom, unfolding what they had brought.
“We have selected clothes and accessories for the hunting party. Please take a look, and if there’s anything else you’d like to bring separately, let us know.”
The hunting party was scheduled to take place in three days.
Tents were set up abundantly in the clearing of the Schwarzwald Forest, the Emperor’s hunting ground, for eating, sleeping, hunting, and enjoying banquets under a large tent at night.
It was a common practice to pack minimally, as luggage was usually limited during such occasions. Therefore, noblewomen often pre-selected the clothes and accessories they would wear. Since Adele had always prepared dresses for Charlot, this custom was not entirely unfamiliar to her.
Adele awkwardly examined the extravagant Southern-style dresses that Valentine had newly tailored this time before nodding her head.
“It seems sufficient.”
In fact, it seemed more than enough, if not overflowing.
However, it was a role she couldn’t be honest about and express her discomfort in front of the palace maids.
“If it’s not enough, you can call the merchants to Schwarzwald. Right, Adele?”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Suddenly, the maids were startled by a voice, and they deeply bowed. Before they knew it, Valentine was standing at the doorway.
“The carriage is ready. It would be good to hurry.”
He extended his hand to her, urging as they crossed the room.
As they descended the stairs, a luxurious carriage, unfamiliar to her, was waiting in front of the Star Palace.
Adele looked at the carriage with bewildered eyes.
It was not the carriage she had ridden from Ansgar, hastily matched in appearance, but a splendid new carriage adorned with silver decorations on a black exterior.
She asked cautiously, “Is this also a gift from His Majesty, perhaps?”
“That’s right.”
He answered nonchalantly and opened the carriage door.
He supported her with his arms to help her climb in easily and then took a seat across from her. Soon, the carriage set off.
With a little embellishment of falsehood, it felt comfortably as if they were riding on clouds.
“Um, Valentine.”
“Yes, Adele.”
“By any chance… Have you heard any rumors circulating within the palace lately?”
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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