“I brought you forest berries when I thought you might be thirsty and, realizing the black panther couldn’t chew, I chewed them myself and made you drink. Then I just hugged the black panther and cried because it was dying. As I said, I didn’t do anything special.”
The Emperor’s eyes twinkled as they met Arabella’s filled with sadness.
“Then one of two things is clear.”
“…?”
The Emperor leaned in close and whispered, his long finger tracing Arabella’s eyelids slowly.
“The reason for healing my wound is either your tears or…”
His finger trailed down her cheek and stopped at the center of her lips.
“This fluid inside. Or maybe both.”
Arabella’s eyes widened in surprise. As she instinctively bit her lower lip, the Emperor’s finger entered her mouth, seeming almost seductive.
Startled, Arabella spat out the Emperor’s finger and responded, trying to remain calm. Her cheeks reddened under his persistent gaze.
“That’s a misunderstanding. I don’t have healing powers, and I’ve never heard of using a healer’s bodily fluids for treatment. Healing is usually done through energy transmitted from the hands.”
“That may be. But given the empire’s current critical situation, shouldn’t we consider all possibilities?”
The situation of the Emperor being injured by a falling branch had now turned into a critical situation for the empire. Arabella, who trusted him implicitly, saw Emperor Maxwell as the most noble and excellent Emperor, having saved her from falling off a cliff, saved a dying fawn, and helped restore a forest burned by a bad arsonist.
Convinced by her benevolent eyes, the Emperor spoke in a dry voice, devoid of any personal motives.
“There’s no choice but to conduct an experiment.”
Reaching for the fruit plate on the bedside table, the Emperor extended his hand.
Picking the most ripe and tempting peach, the Emperor brought it to Arabella’s lips.
“Bite and let’s experiment. We can’t delay any longer given our limited time.”
The Emperor’s expressionless face was dead serious, as if conducting an important scientific experiment, to the extent that even feeling embarrassed seemed strange.
Observing the Emperor slightly wincing and hunching his shoulder as if in pain, Arabella slowly bit into the peach he held in his hand.
“Who are you people? Do you know who I am?” shouted Prince Eric, encountering pirates on the ship returning with the diplomatic delegation.
The delegation and his knights were helplessly thrown into the sea by the pirates. Prince Eric cowered in a corner, trembling, unable to even think of fighting.
“I am… I am the nephew of Maxwell, Emperor of Heltterd. If His Majesty learns of this, you won’t escape unharmed.”
Tearfully, he mentioned the name of Emperor Maxwell, whom he barely interacted with, but it was useless against the pirates, who didn’t flinch at the name of the renowned Emperor.
Pale-faced Prince Eric closed his eyes tightly as he saw his knights, who had guarded him since childhood, falling before him.
As the pirates’ footsteps neared, Eric knelt down and begged, hands clasped.
“Please spare me… I will compensate you… Please, sob, sob.”
He had been enjoying a blissful study abroad with beautiful noblewomen when he received shocking news. It was an order from the Emperor to suppress the Northwest Confederation. His only experience with a sword was to show off to ladies, and now he was appointed as a deputy commander.
Captured by the delegation, he was on his way back to the empire when he encountered these ruthless pirates.
Facing death before even reaching the battlefield, he cursed Emperor Maxwell for his misfortune. Crying, Prince Eric poured curses on his nephew, Emperor Maxwell, who had usurped his throne.
Resigned, he covered his head with his hands as the sharp edge of a sword appeared in his view.
Swoosh.
The pirate leader squatted beside him and whispered.
“Calm yourself. The Dowager Empress sent us.”
A cold black eye, smiling unpleasantly, met the confused prince’s gaze.
“If you don’t want to go to war, you should pretend to be injured while being captured. We’ll take you for a while, so don’t worry, Your Highness.”
The leader dramatically raised his sword-holding hand.
Thud. With a dull sound, Prince Eric collapsed as he was struck on the back of his head.
“Take him away,” ordered the leader.
A burly man effortlessly lifted the prince over his shoulder and disappeared.
“Tell the Dowager Empress, we succeeded.”
As the leader of the pirates issued the order, he stepped over the bodies sprawled on the floor, smirking.
“Ditching his own loyal guards like dogs just to keep his son out of war. The palace is more brutal than the sea. I can’t complain though; it’s big money for me.”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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