The man stepped out onto a narrow path and entered the garden of the four seasons. The man, seeming to reveal that it was his first visit, looked around and quickly ran when he spotted someone.
In the direction the man was going, there was a brownhaired man wearing a unique knight’s uniform. Although the hanging decorations and splendid lace on the uniform seemed fit for a play, the man embraced the brownhaired man as if to prove that he was indeed a knight.
A faint smile appeared and then vanished on Olivia’s lips as she watched the scene.
“Let’s go, Sally.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Olivia retraced her steps. Sally kept on talking about how impressive the man’s appearance was.
“Speaking of which, that man. He didn’t even reveal his name. Even though he said he had a precious gift for you, Miss.”
“It doesn’t matter, we won’t meet again. So what.”
“Still, who knows if he’ll really bring a precious gift if you happen to meet again.”
As the bright sunlight shone down, Olivia’s silver hair sparkled beautifully.
“Whose hair could shine like that?” The person who inadvertently looked back stared at her in disbelief, blinking.
Her evercaptivating strange aura, dazzlingly beautiful white face, adorned with the signature silver hair and green eyes of the Madelleine family…!
The eyes of those who recognized Olivia widened.
Olivia walked gracefully. The pouring gazes were multifaceted. Cold eyes that pricked like needles, curious looks,
Or.
“…Is that young lady ‘the’ princess?”
“Yes. She has an aristocratic aura, doesn’t she?”
Those dirty looks that scanned her.
A few years ago, Sally, who used to shout “How dare you!” at the surroundings in confusion, now followed Olivia with a composed attitude. She seemed to have adapted.
A noble princess and fiancée promised the crown prince’s position.
At the same time, a person who has been tossed around for years.
That was me, Olivia Madelleine.
Olivia looked at the shining sunlight. She thought she would have to go to the bookstore later.
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The Madelleine carriage slowly set off.
The people who were whispering behind her naturally dispersed. In the lively alleyway of the garden of the four seasons, two men were standing still.
Wearing laceadorned knight’s clothing, Winstor Calter brushed his brown hair roughly and looked down at his clothes.
Lace on knight’s clothing! There’s no clown here!
Winstor looked resentfully to the side. But his superior was staring at the slowly disappearing carriage instead of scolding his indecent eyes.
Seeing that expression, Winstor forgot to complain about his knight’s attire and was shocked.
Good heavens. If I’m not mistaken, the expression on the face of my superior was longing.
War hero Casius Edwin Vicander Lowell, who has led every war to victory, a ruthless ruler of the North, longing!
Winstor, who had roamed the battlefield with the Duke for over 5 years, saw this expression for the first time.
A person called a massacre because of his mercilessness showing such a tender expression.
And that too towards the daughter of Duke Madelleine, the head of the hated imperial family.
Chills ran down his spine. Winstor cautiously said,
“Your Highness. Do you know anyone in the Madelleine family?”
The Duke said nothing. Winstor shook his head. It had been 10 years since the Duke had gone to the battlefield because of that damned Emperor. There was obviously no connection between him and the noble princess Madelleine, who had grown up in the system.
Perhaps through Jade Madelleine, the Deputy Chief of the Madelleine on the battlefield?
Winstor shook his head.
It was an absurd thought.
He knew the reckless Jade Madelleine, who ignored the retreat order and charged, very well. Introducing his younger sister to the Duke, with whom he clashed every time, was nonsense.
The Deputy Chief wasn’t a fool, his ability was quite good, but nobody could break his fiery temper, except the Duke.
If the Imperial Knights hadn’t been there, they would have been driven away a long time ago.
Winster gritted his teeth at this.
Then the Duke, donning his robe, turned slightly towards Winster, his pale and sharp jawline briefly visible before disappearing again.
“……Winster.”
A low and elegant male voice fell. Overwhelmed by the commanding voice, Winster unknowingly straightened his posture.
“Yes.”
“……I don’t want to go to the palace.”
“Yes?”
“If I go, they’ll just talk nonsense like make me dance, make me swear. The Emperor doesn’t even die, so why”
“Sir, no, My Lord!!!”
When the man threw a tantrum with his magnificent voice, Winster exclaimed without thinking. A few passersby glanced at Winster due to the loud voice.
But what mattered to Winster was not the gaze of others. His heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
In the world, if it were a place filled with Vicander’s people, it would be one thing, but to speak of the Emperor in a place full of people like this!
However, the Duke spoke with a steady voice, not faltering an inch.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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