Her hair, bathed in warm light, trailing down past her ears, vividly came to mind. If Ariante hadn’t been there, if it had just been him and Mayana, he might’ve unconsciously tucked that strand of hair behind her ear.
Staring quietly out the window, Sedilroy exhaled another sigh, this time with a faint smile.
Never before had a fortnight felt so long.
“Does it hurt, Your Highness?”
Upon Mayana’s inquiry, Ariante pouted and shook her head, ambiguously. It was a relief that the wound was not severe. Mayana gently applied ointment to the scraped area and softly massaged the bruised spot with a cold towel.
“It’s cold!”
Ariante snapped, yet Mayana continued undeterred.
“Just bear with it a little. The cold will help the bruise fade quicker.”
Ariante’s lips protruded in a pout, showing no sign that her mood would improve soon. Beinti discreetly exited to the living room, leaving Mayana and Ariante alone in the bedroom.
“I hate seeing Grete. Tell her not to come here anymore.”
Ariante said, her lips tightly sealed in anger. Mayana wore a bitter smile as she tenderly rubbed ointment on the lumped area.
“Your Highness, I believe you when you say Grete tripped you intentionally. But you can’t go around hitting people.”
“Why not? She started it!”
“Well, that’s true……”
“And you hit Bona too.”
Bona. Mayana had just learned the name of the maid whose cheek she had slapped earlier. She smiled awkwardly and responded.
“I did. That was also a mistake. I was too angry at the moment… but it’s wrong.”
“So what should I do? Should I just endure it when other people bully me or say bad things about me?”
Before the honest, unadorned question of a child, Mayana found herself at a loss for words for the first time.
She couldn’t let Ariante grow up to be a violent child. Not just because she was of high standing and her actions would become the gossip of others.
Ariante was kind but also weak. Most people in the duchy misunderstood her. Ariante’s heart was fragile and easily hurt, but that also made her considerate of others. She’d stand her ground against those who tormented her, but never unjustly disliked anyone.
Meiana wished everyone knew that. She wanted to force them to understand if she had to.
“Don’t take it lying down. But there are ways to win without laying a hand on anyone.”
“What are they? How do I do it?”
Meiana gently gripped Ariante’s hand.
“To be honest, there’s no definitive answer.”
“What are you talking about!”
“One way is for you, Princess, to become so strong that people can’t ignore or dare harbor ill intentions toward you. Depending on the situation, you can even scold them. But don’t hit them. Hitting anyone won’t improve anything, ever. Do animals listen better when beaten? No, they don’t.”
Ariante pouted.
“Horses run well when whipped.”
“But they run even better when treated gently.”
Ariante blinked with a skeptical expression. Meiana spoke.
“Did you think you’d obey better if Mr. Beiman hit you?”
“No!”
Meiana smiled as if to say, ‘See?’
“Everyone else is the same, Princess. Though you’re young, you’re a very kind and wonderful person. The other servants will gradually come to realize this, and they won’t be able to say or do bad things to you. Trust me on this.”
“What if they don’t?”
Then Meiana raised her eyebrows in a mischievous expression.
“Tell me if anyone disrespects or is rude to you. I’ll inform the Duke and have them sent far away.”
Ariante’s knees were comforted by the patting from Meiana, who then got up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll bring you some sherbet. You seem like you’d want something cool.”
“I want something with strawberries.”
Meiana smiled.
“Alright, I’ll bring that too. Just wait a moment.”
When she went out, she saw Grete standing in the living room, nervously fidgeting, an unusual sight.
Meiana carefully closed the door to the bedroom where Ariante was and approached her.
“Grete.”
Grete, apparently not sensing her presence, jumped in surprise when Meiana spoke. She abruptly let go of the apron she was clutching. Meiana spoke while observing her.
“What are you doing here? Is there a problem?”
“No. No problem… at all.”
Meiana glanced around.
“Where did Vainty go?”
Grete briefly looked at her. The look seemed to ask when she became close with Vainty, but Meiana felt no need to respond. She neither trusted Grete nor was she actually close to Vainty.
“I don’t… know. He hasn’t been around since earlier.”
“Really? I wanted to send him to the village to summon the tailor responsible for the Princess’s clothes. There’s a limit to guesswork… Could you go instead?”
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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