The well-ordered greenhouse of the Periot family boasted a consistently warm temperature as usual.
However, the atmosphere inside was as cold as ice.
Fiocel plucked a bright red flower branch and crushed it.
On the day she heard the news that Blanchet’s warehouse had caught fire.
After investigating things that seemed too crude to be mere coincidence, she came to know everything.
Yuriel, that wench, had clung to Lord Cassian in order to obtain medicine for her birth mother.
That medicine was not only expensive, but also difficult to obtain in the empire.
She didn’t budge at all for envelopes of money, and now the reason was clear.
In short, Lord Cassian was the only one who could give that wench the medicine for her dying birth mother.
Lord Cassian had even stocked up such medicine in that warehouse from the start.
In fact, after learning this, Fiocel became even more enraged.
To think that Lord Cassian had held onto that wench all this time, using the medicine as leverage…
How ridiculous.
The man who had shown her an icy cold face and said they shouldn’t be involved with each other acted as if he was in love with that woman.
Separate from the ridiculousness, if the wench’s goal was the ‘medicine’, the plan became much simpler than expected.
It would be enough to use that medicine to persuade or threaten Yuriel, that wench, to remove her, and everything would return to its place.
And that should have been the Duchess Elise’s role.
That medicine is currently at Blanchet.
With Lord Cassian gone to the battlefield, there couldn’t be a better opportunity than now.
But…
Instead of using the medicine for persuasion or threats, Duchess Elise burned it all.
In reality, the culprit was unknown, but Fiocel was certain the Duchess had done it based on intuition.
It was true that she was surprised by the Duchess’s impulsive action.
How could she, who was considered a role model for all, never showing a moment of disorder, do such a thing?
It was hard to believe, wasn’t it?
Above all, rationally, to remove that wench, the medicine should have been used as a negotiation tool, not burned entirely.
To burn it all.
That could rather foster sympathy for that wench in Lord Cassian.
Fiocel thought the Duchess’s actions were unwise and felt quite regretful.
Following that, this morning, a letter from the battlefield arrived before her.
Father, Westernroad, expressed his anger in words riddled with heated tones.
Lord Cassian not giving even a handkerchief, the clear order to leave.
Instructions filled with complete disregard…
At the end of the letter, it was written:
The more she dwelled on it, the more Fiocel’s brow visibly twisted with surging anger.
In a moment, heavy footsteps echoed through the space.
The adjutant, who approached hurriedly making a loud presence, soon stopped in front of her.
Startled by her blood-stained hands that seemed drenched at first glance, the knight hesitated to speak.
Only after receiving Fiocel’s sharp gaze did he bow his head and prostrate himself.
“What is it?”
“A woman named Yuriel has come.”
In fact, a commoner woman who came to the Periot house should have been immediately dragged away by the knights.
The report of Yuriel’s visit came up because of Fiocel’s order.
Fiocel already knew she would come.
As long as the medicine was in her hands, that wench would come to her by any means necessary.
Fiocel ordered with a sardonic smile on her lips.
“Bring the medicine.”
The prostrated knight nodded and then stood up.
Watching the knight hurriedly disappear, Fiocel slowly rose.
Passing slowly through the corridor to reach the grand hall, Yuriel came into her view.
Only a cold temperature settled in the continuing footsteps.
Watching Yuriel stand up startled at the sound of footsteps, Fiocel took her place in front of her.
[This is the timeline separator]A coffee cup was placed between the two, and hot steam filled the space.
Fiocel leisurely sipped her coffee and looked at Yuriel as if appreciating her.
The wench still boasted a delicate and beautiful figure.
However, her complexion was unlike before, looking quite withered.
As if she had been through some emotional turmoil, her half-diminished appearance and ashen face, like half-burnt firewood, showed no sign of vitality.
As if barely living.
While Fiocel was pleased with that appearance, she still found her entirely unsatisfactory.
No, more precisely, she was even detestable.
She was clearly the victim, but seeing her sitting there trembling as if she had been wronged somehow was pathetic.
Instead of speaking first, she remained silent and just looked at Yuriel.
Yuriel moved her lips several times before finally clenching her fists and squeezing out her voice with difficulty.
“I came… because I wanted to ask something.”
Meeting Fiocel’s persistent gaze without avoiding it, Yuriel continued.
“Do you perhaps have the Reveru medicine?”
Yuriel’s trembling white hand came into Fiocel’s view.
Looking at it leisurely, Fiocel put down her teacup with a clatter.
At Fiocel’s nod, the adjutant knight standing beside her placed something on the table.
Fiocel tilted her head to indicate the shiny medicine.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
Yuriel’s heart beat uncontrollably fast as she looked at the medicine Fiocel pointed to.
The medicine before her eyes was clearly the Reveru she had been searching for for so long.
The fact that her mother’s survival was within reach if she just stretched out her hand burned Yuriel’s heart black.
‘If only I had that…’
Intense tension settled over Yuriel’s face as she swallowed hard.
Fiocel watched this leisurely while tapping the rim of her teacup.
The noise created by the tapping caused a subtle rift in the space.
“Can you perhaps sell me that medicine?”
Fiocel twirled her teacup around once, smirking.
Seeing the burning Yuriel somewhat alleviated the emotions that had been surging inside Fiocel.
“Why should I do that?”
Swallowing hard, Yuriel set her face resolutely and opened her mouth.
“If you give me this medicine, I’ll leave this place.”
“…”
“I will never meet Lord Cassian again and live as if I’m dead.”
Desperation filled Yuriel’s gaze.
Fiocel sneered at such desperation.
“What a predicament.”
“…”
“Now, whether you leave that person’s side or not, that’s no longer important to me.”
“…Pardon?”
That can’t be right. Lady Fiocel was supposed to be the one to be engaged to that man.
But why…
Towards Yuriel with surprised eyes, Fiocel added with a sneer.
“I’ve decided to break off the engagement with that person. Thanks to someone.”
A cruel smile spread across Fiocel’s lips.
This morning, on the back of the letter from her father, Westernroad, this content was added.
After reading the letter, Fiocel screamed.
There was no way to undo it since a letter had already been sent to the Blanchet Duke’s family.
Her father had destroyed the tower they had carefully built just to preserve his pride.
On the table was a glass bottle containing the medicine.
Picking it up, Fiocel dropped the glass bottle in front of Yuriel’s eyes as if to show off.
With a loud crash, the glass bottle shattered and the medicine spilled onto the floor.
Fiocel crushed it with her foot while looking at the pale Yuriel as if enjoying it.
In a moment, a scream close to a shriek escaped from Yuriel’s mouth.
“Ah, ah… No!”
A smile spread across Fiocel’s face as she looked at Yuriel, who was covered in tears.
Only at the end did she stand up from her seat.
As if nothing had happened.
Only the formless medicine powder rolled around noisily on the floor.
[This is the timeline separator]The peaceful empire revealed itself under the rising sun that had passed through the deep night.
With the rare clear weather coinciding with a holiday, the imperial citizens were busily moving about.
The knights who had finished the victory party strutted around with their shoulders high, squandering their awarded bonus money.
Their faces were mixed with pride and joy.
Except for one, Tiobe, the captain of the Blanchet knights.
Tiobe entered the western side of the imperial palace with a noticeably ashen face amidst the excited atmosphere.
Fortunately, the emperor did not fault him for attending the party instead of Lord Cassian.
Given that public opinion towards his lord was so good and the reason was aftereffects from an injury, there was really no choice.
However, while everyone was praising him, his lord was not here.
Tiobe was burning with anxiety.
It had already been days since his lord had turned his horse alone towards Hart.
The more he dwelled on the fact that he had gone alone to enemy territory, the more Tiobe’s worry doubled.
However, he couldn’t rashly disobey his lord’s order to return and stay behind while he went alone.
The problem was that this wasn’t an issue that could be resolved just by Tiobe himself turning a blind eye.
Duke Deviron didn’t say much after hearing the report about his son’s absence, but Duchess Elise was not the same.
She had been nagging from the victory ceremony, saying how could the main protagonist who led this victory miss the victory party.
After hearing the news that Cassian had gone to Hart, she went crazy in real-time.
By the second day, she had come to believe that something must have happened to her son.
At the peak of her anxiety, she finally went to the magic tower.
After badgering the magic tower personnel for days and paying an enormous amount of money, she finally managed to create a familiar.
The specially trained bird-shaped familiar proved its worth by traveling to Hart and back in just one day.
Duchess Elise, checking the familiar’s legs, was shocked almost to the point of fainting.
Her note had disappeared, presumably read, but there was no reply from her son anywhere.
Moreover, there were long blood stains across the bird’s body.
‘Could it be…’
With a dizzying feeling, she badgered Tiobe and quickly ordered a magician to open the mental realm.
The magician, dragged out with a haggard face, had no choice but to dig into the familiar’s brain and show one scene.
Tiobe discovered his lord’s figure there.
The figure of him lying unconscious, his body covered in blood.
The Duchess, unable to contain her anger, eventually collapsed to the floor.
Meanwhile, Tiobe, having confirmed that the background of the space was Blanchet’s hideout, immediately rushed outside.
From there, Tiobe hurriedly rode north.
Turning direction at the entrance to the empire, Tiobe spurred his horse faster than usual.
Finally arriving there, as he expected, Cassian was there.
“Young master!”
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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