As the circumstances became clearer, my mind grew hazier.
Even as cold sweat poured down like rain, the carriage raced on endlessly.
Barely clinging to my fading consciousness, I repeatedly cried out.
There was nothing else I could do.
However, my desperate cries were eventually drowned out by the roar of the crowd.
The carriage, which had slowed down by now, glided through the throng.
‘If only someone could hear my voice…’
Filled with hope, I instinctively approached the gap in the carriage window where the sound was coming from.
Through the gap, I could see the chaotic scene outside.
People tied up with ropes, what looked like a stage platform, and the crowd cheering as they watched them…
Beyond this unsettling sight, vivid letters came into view.
‘Slayer’s Market…?’
I stared blankly at the unbelievable words on the sign for a long time.
‘It can’t be…’
The Slayer’s Market was an auction house that secretly sold imperial citizens who had committed serious crimes or foreigners considered prisoners of war.
In recent times, with wars and conflicts having disappeared, it had degenerated into a place for selling illegally imported slaves, facing legal sanctions as a result.
I thought it had disappeared because of that…
It was shocking that such a place still existed so brazenly.
Even more shocking was the fact that I was now standing in the middle of it.
‘Who on earth would do such a thing…’
The man’s handwriting on the letter is vivid in my mind.
‘Could it be that man…?’
My heart starts pounding uncontrollably.
His whispers of love seem as fresh as if they happened just moments ago.
Was this his plan from the beginning?
The anxiety that had been gnawing at my heart while hiding its true nature now revealed itself fully when given the chance.
I’m overwhelmed by the suspicion that perhaps he had intended to do this to me from the moment I was caught trying to kill him.
Even his whispers of love now seem distorted and twisted, as much as I had been suspecting everything.
However, these complicated thoughts were soon eroded by even heavier ones.
That man who whispered love and who relentlessly refused to let go.
The trembling of our touching hearts and our breaths.
The heat that flared up and the gentle voice saying ‘I love you’…
A new question floated above my filtered consciousness.
‘Did he really send me to the Slayer’s Market?’
Was there any reason for Blanchet to dirty his hands dealing with someone like me?
Surely he could have disposed of someone like me in other ways easily enough.
My cold returning reason pointed to a different culprit.
‘Lady Fiocelle.’
The lady’s cold face makes my head spin.
And her icy voice speaking of final mercy.
I had expected her to retaliate for all the times I met with the man, breaking all her words.
I didn’t know it would be like this, or that it would happen so quickly.
Come to think of it, she must have been tailing me all along since the day she handed over the envelope of money, knowing everything.
She must know that I’ve been consistently meeting that man since then.
Not only that, but all the traps she had set for the people around me to subdue me were also resolved. By that man’s hand.
If it’s her, she would certainly know about that too.
If the enraged lady wanted to kill me, what better way than to sell me as a slave without leaving a trace?
If I’m sold from here, I’ll surely be shipped to a foreign land across the sea where I don’t even speak the language.
The chances of returning to the empire from that distant foreign land would be remote.
The Slayer’s Market, famous for its method of leaving no traces, will maintain strict confidentiality and make me a non-existent being.
In other words, if I end up being sold to another place by their hands… it meant I would never set foot in the empire again.
I never thought I would face such a situation.
I naively thought I just had to leave that man’s side before the marriage.
What will happen to my mother if I’m sold like this?
As my stiffened body remained frozen, unable to move, the door opened and men who looked like ruffians burst in.
The men who forcibly pulled me out of the carriage were strangers, not the coachman.
These large-bodied men dragged me mercilessly somewhere, covered my face with a black cloth, and shackled my ankles.
Apart from my resignation, my body instinctively writhed and resisted.
The more I struggled, the tighter the shackles gripped my ankles, and their hands grew rougher.
The place I was dragged to was clearly a space where not a speck of light entered.
Fear overwhelmed me in the darkness, and my body trembled involuntarily.
I could faintly see their boot-clad feet through the piece of cloth after they threw me down.
In an instant, a loud ‘thud’ echoed through the space.
‘What was that sound?’
As I strained my ears, the sharp clashing sound of blades striking each other reverberated through the space.
With my vision obscured by the cloth covering my face, not knowing what was happening intensified my fear even more.
As I crouched down with my trembling body, someone soon removed the cloth covering me.
As I barely opened my eyes to the sudden light, a familiar face came into view.
Cassian di Blanchet.
Though his face, splattered with blood, was harder than before, it was undoubtedly Cassian di Blanchet.
The dark red bloodstains looked even more alien against his pale white face.
Dark red eyes to match.
The man looking down at me with a decadent air was clearly my cruel savior.
Unless I had gone mad and was seeing hallucinations.
“How are you here…”
The voice I barely managed to utter was terribly cracked.
I wanted to ask what on earth was going on, what had happened, but the words on my lips tangled incoherently.
Meanwhile, he cut the ropes tightly binding my arms without a moment’s hesitation, with practiced ease.
Tears welled up at his gentle movements, which seemed to mock my brief suspicion of him being the culprit.
Amusingly enough.
In fact, he looked quite angry about something.
The man’s touch was gentle as he knelt on one knee and wrapped his jacket tightly around my body.
His red eyes, lowering to meet my gaze, rippled with emotion as they took me in fully.
“Are you in your right mind? Going to such a place in the dead of night without any fear.”
Despite his gentle gaze, his voice, full of anger, pierced my ears.
Yet strangely, a sense of relief washed over my entire body.
Had I ever felt this relieved in front of this man before?
Recalling how I had always been tense, this was the first time I had been this relaxed.
It was laughable.
The man’s face questioning me was more terrifyingly stained with blood than ever, yet seeing him like this was more comfortable.
The peaceful feeling rising in my heart gradually calmed my trembling body.
“I’m sorry. I received a letter and thought it was you.”
The man’s brow furrowed noticeably.
Perhaps he wanted to ask how I could fall for such a clumsy trick.
That would be like him.
Or maybe he didn’t like my hoarse voice.
He lifted me up without another word.
A languid breath spread at a distance where I could feel his breath.
For a moment, his languid voice wrapped around my earlobe.
“Close your eyes.”
My body floated in the air with each of his steady steps.
The scent of blood permeated the changing background that followed his steps.
My body stiffened with belated tension.
The man’s gaze at me like this was impossibly calm.
As if it were unbelievable that he was someone who had just committed a massacre.
After quietly looking down at me, he blocked my view with one hand.
So that I couldn’t see anything at all.
[This is the timeline separator]The woman seemed to have lost consciousness after coming outside, perhaps due to the release of tension.
It’s almost amusing how well she’s sleeping on my shoulder.
Cassian opened the carriage window without hesitation after a couple of knocks.
Through it, Tiobe revealed his presence.
Tiobe was momentarily surprised to see his lord and the woman leaning on his shoulder.
Only after receiving Cassian’s sharp gaze did Tiobe come to his senses and turn his eyes away from her.
“We’ve caught the owner of the auction house and obtained the list.”
After handing the documents to Cassian, Tiobe sighed, recalling the mastermind behind this incident.
If this comes to light, the marriage between Periot and Blanchet would be nullified.
Even if my lord breaks up with Lady Fiocelle, such incidents would likely repeat.
What do you intend to do then?
However, Tiobe quickly concluded that this was not his place to interfere.
“As you suspected, Lady Fiocelle was behind this.”
Cassian nodded with an expressionless face.
It was an unsurprising report, as he had predicted this from the moment he received that ridiculous ‘farewell’ letter.
It was merely a report that provoked displeasure.
From the beginning, when he said he had gone to see that woman, he knew what would happen.
The envelope of money that was handed over, and that woman who was said to have trembled…
Everything was a clearly painted picture, so how could he not know?
If it had stopped there, everyone could have had a happy ending.
But how stupidly the foolish Lady Periot had escalated the situation.
Her pale face, the shackles on her ankles, the terribly crumpled and dirty dress.
Her face marred with wounds and stained with blood…
The irregular breath from his arms and the trembling, delicate body.
The letter in Cassian’s hand was crumpled horribly.
Cassian scribbled something with a quill pen and handed it to Tiobe.
“Send this to Periot.”
A fierce energy rose from Cassian’s glistening red eyes.
His face, streaked with bloody afterimages, was clenched tightly, exuding a dangerous aura.
“Yes, understood.”
Tiobe swallowed hard, bowed his head, and hurriedly moved away.
The destruction of the Slayer’s Market was clearly just the beginning, nothing had truly started yet.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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