Locking eyes with Yu-an’s confused gaze, the Emperor smirked.
“Delicious food, too.”
“I can guide you to the party hall…”
At his mention of delicious food, recalling the Emperor gorging on the feast, Yu-an struggled to escape his grasp.
Emperor Igor watched her struggle like a cute animal’s tantrum, stretching his lips further into a madman’s smile.
“I wonder what you taste like.”
His blue eyes roamed over her glistening eyes, slender jawline, and disheveled black hair.
“How will you cry?”
Would screaming change anything?
Would she be muffled and swallowed whole?
Or dragged away like this?
Could anyone save her from this man, whom not even the Dukes of Compagni and Lev, nor even Clad, the lord of this manor, could confront?
Yu-an bit her lip, trying to break free while pretending to support the drunken Emperor.
Tears, building up from the humiliation since he bit her hand, began to break through.
And as his face leaned towards her, as if waiting for those tears…
“Your Majesty.”
Like a miracle, Clad’s voice cut through the darkness.
His usual tone. Terribly calm and low.
How welcome that voice seemed!
“Ah, you’ve arrived, Clad.”
Emperor Igor, his nose buried in Yu-an’s hair, grinned without a hint of embarrassment at being caught in such a vile act.
Yu-an, filled with despair and a sliver of hope, looked desperately at Clad, who had just arrived.
Holding herself tightly to block the Emperor’s creeping hand, she felt a surge of self-loathing for needing Clad’s help, even as she resented him.
“Your Highness.”
Emperor Igor was insane. A madman, a tyrant beyond reason.
Yu-an, like a small animal trapped in a pit, struggled frantically.
“Your Highness…”
With a tearful voice, Yu-an called out to her husband once more.
For a brief moment, Clad’s eyes captured Yu-an’s desperate face, then they were gone.
That was all.
Clad simply walked past them, heading towards the bright and noisy party hall, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Watching his elongating shadow, Yu-an felt as if the world had ended.
She knew she had no right to scream at him to save his wife right then and there.
As Yu-an despaired, Emperor Igor laughed contentedly, gripping her shoulder tightly.
And then…
“Your Majesty.”
A large hand forcefully grabbed Emperor Igor’s shoulder and yanked him back.
The emperor’s face, which had been laughing lowly, suddenly hardened.
Yu-an, with trembling jaws, looked over the emperor’s massive shoulder.
It was Clad.
Clad had come back.
He spoke to Emperor Igor with an utterly indifferent face.
“Do you know?”
“Clad. Are you here to save this woman?”
The emperor’s face lit up with a smile.
His eyes were bloodshot.
“Ah? To save your beloved wife?”
Yu-an felt the emperor’s grip on her, now squeezing so tight it cut off her circulation.
Clad, who had watched everything with a shadowed face, chuckled without a word, as if to say it was unthinkable. Again, he didn’t even glance at Yu-an.
Yu-an felt an odd chill seeing the emperor scrutinizing her cousin.
“Is there anything more amusing than this?”
Emperor Igor’s thick, massive hand clenched Yu-an’s waist, then blatantly buried his nose in her neck right in front of Clad.
Yu-an shuddered.
Tears continued to fall over her already wet face.
For a moment, purple eyes hidden in the dark shone like fake jewels, and a more artificial smile briefly appeared on Clad’s face.
“Yes. There is.”
Then, the half-mask that Clad had worn since the emperor’s arrival and never removed was taken off by Clad himself.
Beneath it, his grotesque face directly faced the emperor, and the grip that seemed unrelenting on Yu-an loosened.
The night deepened.
Although the time of transformation onset had been decreasing.
The writhing lumps of pain in his neck, soon to engulf and dominate his entire body, were inevitable.
Yu-an, wiping her wet face, shook her head.
No. This can’t happen.
Without a moment to intervene, Clad led the emperor towards the end of the corridor.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
