“He’s very loyal, isn’t he? That’s why he’s like that. He doesn’t hate Your Highness; he’s just worried. Even very old people sometimes can’t express their feelings properly. Maybe…”
“That’s not true. He hates me. He wants me gone.”
With a choked voice, Ariante picked up a fork and put a small piece of chopped chicken into her mouth. More than anything, Mayana was relieved that the child’s appetite wasn’t entirely gone. She had been worried that a fever might even cause her to faint…
Mayana quickly sat down next to Ariante and, with each piece of chicken, slipped a piece of vegetable between the child’s wideopen lips, lost in thought.
‘I have to address Bainti’s actions, but I can’t ignore what Jocelyn, the housekeeper, said either.’
[You filthy halfblood.]Jocelyn’s icy voice echoed in Mayana’s head.
(This is a time separator.)
The migraine that had been bothering Sedilroy since morning worsened in the afternoon. The heavy pain continued as if a giant rock had been placed on his head, and for the first time in a while, he lay down, pushing aside his work.
His bedroom, free from the bustle of the servants, was quiet and cozy. Like the very bottom of a lake, in the midst of death.
However, a clinking noise quickly awakened Sedilroy.
Sedilroy, frowning, opened his eyes quietly. The constant clinking noise continued. The nap had lessened the headache a bit, but waking up this way was not pleasant.
“What is it?”
In Sedilroy’s view, a maid’s back was visible. Startled by his hoarse voice, the maid almost knocked over the vase she was cleaning.
“Yo, Your Grace, the Duke.”
It was Greta. There was no way for Sedilroy to know her name…
Sedilroy sat up shakily, rubbing his furrowed brow, and looked down.
“What were you doing here?”
Greta stood for a moment, clutching her apron, her face in disarray. But when Sedilroy looked at her again, she bowed her red face and spoke.
“I, I was cleaning the vase. And I brought… tea. I thought it was time for Your Grace to wake up.”
“Where’s Jemero?”
Jemero was a direct servant of Sedilroi, an elderly employee like Jocelyn.
Unlike Jocelyn, who oversaw the actual affairs of the ducal house when Sedilroi was absent, Jemero was no different from a secretary who performed simple tasks, such as sending mail that Sedilroi needed to check to the capital or receiving his orders and replying on his behalf.
Grete said,
“Mr. Jemero is… he has stepped out for a moment.”
Sedilroi silently rubbed his forehead. Then, Grete hastily added,
“Your Grace, would you like some tea?”
He was about to refuse, but his throat was dry since he had just woken up. As Sedilroi nodded, Grete tilted the teapot and slowly poured the tea, then brought the cup.
“Put it down.”
Sedilroi gestured to the bedside table. Grete carefully set down the saucer and cup, then folded her hands with a polite demeanor.
“It’s a premium tea leaf produced in the Kingdom of Paxen, Your Grace. They say it’s harvested before the new spring arrives and dried to trap the aroma. It’s a unique tea, with a refreshing aftertaste and a subtle fragrance that would be good for a headache. No one outside knows its secret yet.”
Sedilroi, about to take a sip, stared at Grete. Chattering with her cheeks flushed, even though not asked, Grete only shut her mouth when she caught his eye.
“……I apologize, Your Grace. I’ve talked too much.”
“You seem to know a lot about tea. Did you learn it separately? Or did your parents work in tea cultivation?”
For a moment, tears shimmered in Grete’s eyes, but the slanting afternoon sunlight was hidden by the curtain, and Sedilroi’s sight did not catch it.
“Your Grace, actually…”
Just then, there was a knock. It was Sedilroi’s secretary, Jemero.
“Your Grace, are you awake? There is a child who wants to see you.”
“Who?”
“It’s Mayana Dawson. She’s a servant attending to the princess.”
Sedilroi’s brows faintly furrowed. What was she going to say this time?… Come to think of it, Mayana had never shown a submissive attitude in front of him since they first met. She had scolded him several times for not taking proper care of Ariante.
He thought he could have some quiet time since he had hurt his ankle, but what could it be? Sedilroi put down his teacup and nodded.
“Tell her to come in.”
After saying that, he looked at Grete.
“You may leave now.”
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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