It was odd that Greta hadn’t shown her face on such a significant first night. Ever since Valentin returned from the dead, she had tirelessly warned Greta to be wary of him.
Perhaps she felt trapped, with no escape? Just as Oscar had fled like a scalded cat that night after Greta’s change…
Margaret hesitated before responding to Adel’s question.
“The priest has her resting in a consecrated room. She is still somewhat afraid to leave it. Of course, she’s much better than at first…”
“Is she still unwell? I haven’t had a chance to look in on her these past few days.”
“Her voice hasn’t returned, but she’s able to move without issue. It looks like she’ll be able to return to her duties within a few days.”
It seemed the upheaval earlier today had rekindled her anxiety. Still, it was a relief she was improving. Adel exhaled in relief.
“That’s good. She shouldn’t be ill for long.”
The application of the holy oil on her plump lips marked the end of her preparation. It felt dreadful, like she was anointing herself with poison, but it was a long-standing tradition in the North, and she had no choice but to comply.
Adel checked her reflection in the mirror on one wall.
The vibrant, flushed look from the morning had vanished, replaced by a woman looking ghostly pale, standing rigidly.
“We’ll take our leave now.”
The maids, having said their goodbyes, retreated from the room. Then, Margaret came in, holding a delicate emerald necklace on a soft velvet cushion.
“Your Highness, this for you.”
The necklace appeared to be an heirloom, passed down through generations of the Ansagar Duchy’s ladies. It seemed especially prepared for tonight, presumably the true first night in its fullest sense.
Margaret gently placed the necklace around Adel’s delicate white neck. She fumbled slightly with the clasp, taking a moment longer than usual. It was then she cautiously spoke up.
“Your Highness.”
“Please, go ahead, Margaret.”
“Well, I know it’s presumptuous of me to say this, but…”
Margaret hesitated, her lips moving without producing sound, as if regretting her impulse to speak or as if bracing for an uncomfortable conversation.
Adel remembered how often Margaret had looked at her with that same expression. As if Adel were a matter too bothersome to engage with, yet too significant to completely ignore, always ending with Margaret turning a blind eye. But now, for some reason, she broached a difficult subject.
“What is it that has you so hesitant?”
At Adel’s prompting, Margaret finally spoke, as if making a decision.
“Perhaps it’s time to send Greta away.”
Silence fell as their eyes met through the mirror.
While Adel blinked in surprise, Margaret’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Perhaps she regretted her unsolicited advice, thinking Adel wouldn’t heed it anyway. She hurriedly added.
“I thought it might help His Highness adjust more quickly to his new environment. Keeping only Greta by your side, without any other maidservants…”
“I understand your intention. But Greta has nowhere else to go if not here.”
“Wouldn’t the Countess of Raihenau take her back?”
Adel shook her head.
“The Countess is not that generous.”
Margaret hesitated before speaking again, after a long pause.
“Don’t be angry with me for saying this, but that person is…”
“Margaret, you don’t have to force yourself to say something difficult because of me.”
Adel interrupted the impending accusation. Margaret looked at her in surprise.
Seeing her expression, Adel gave a faint smile.
“Did you really think I knew nothing about Greta?”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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