But before she knew it, her hand had opened the carriage window wide and called out to him.
“Your Grace, um, Gillian!”
“Madam?”
Her voice, subdued by sleep, wasn’t very loud.
But even among the sounds of the horses neighing and the metallic noise of the knights’ armor brushing against each other, Gillian responded promptly to Bianca’s call.
The shining golden eyes before her.
Bianca blankly stared at Gillian, who had quickly dismounted and approached.
His face, illuminated by the setting sun, was tinged red, appearing a little warm.
The man, who seemed entirely colorless, was now brilliantly aflame under the glow of the sunset.
Terrifyingly brilliant and beautiful.
With a dazed look, Bianca’s eyes widened as she said ‘thank you.’
“The warp already……?”
“We hurried a bit.”
A lie.
A blatant lie.
The warp wasn’t something you could reach by simply hurrying.
Weight, distance, and frequency the warp was certainly remarkable in that it wasn’t constrained by any of these, but it also had the fatal drawback of easily exposing oneself to the enemy.
That’s why warps were prohibited within cities.
Ordinary cities were an hour’s ride away by carriage, while the northern warp, where monsters lived, could only be installed a day’s distance away by law.
There was no way they could reach the warp in half a day by riding a bit faster.
“Sigh……”
Bianca realized that this was because she was ‘the Empress of Termina.’
A pretext that would bind her, whether she was dead or alive, to the royal family.
Not even a pretext.
She would become a plaything of the Duke, so they had hurried like this.
Somehow, a bitter taste welled up in her mouth.
“The knights and the horses must have suffered greatly to cut the time in half.”
“I wanted to take you home a day earlier. I was in a hurry.”
Gillian was still affectionate, but Bianca felt a heaviness in her heart at his smile.
“If you think of me as your wife, please think a little more…… comfortably.”
Trust me a little more.
I will never return to the royal family that abandoned me.
“What about considering my feelings, not wanting to trouble my wife on our first day of marriage?”
Her earnest plea, unexpectedly stymied by these words, was perfectly halted.
Very perfectly.
The Duke, who had simply silenced Bianca with his words, ordered his lieutenant to activate the warp.
“Let’s go back.”
“Yes, Your Grace. The warp gate will open soon. Everyone, prepare!”
As the Duke’s lieutenant aligned the knights and activated the formation, the surroundings brightened, and there was a brief feeling of floating.
The dizziness was momentary, and as the brightness faded, Bianca found herself in the Northern Territory.
As she opened the carriage door, a cold that could freeze her lungs rushed at Bianca.
Shivering in the unbearable cold, Bianca leaned out of the carriage and suddenly found herself embraced in Gillian’s arms, feeling a soft sensation enveloping her body.
“What…!”
It was when Bianca, who was startled, reflexively raised her hand to push him away.
“Welcome home, madam.”
With the affectionate tone that brushed her ear, Bianca lifted her head and let out a small moan.
Looking down at her with a smile, Gillian knew full well what he meant to her and yet so prettily, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.
“You, you mad beast!”
Emperor Eckliff’s face was twisted in anger at the news from the captain of the guard.
“Why the Duke all of a sudden?”
Eckliff remembered clearly.
The warning given by Barlock after he had satisfactorily accepted the offering Eckliff extended.
No one in the world knew Barlock better than himself.
Barlock was cruel, but courteous.
A beast that always kept its promises.
But why would he, who said he was leaving, suddenly destroy the bridge and massacre the archers?
Eckliff’s eyes narrowed sharply, and the venom receded.
“What did you do to him?”
“We just maintained the usual guard.”
“Guard? What guard?”
“We stopped the procession.”
“Stopped?”
No words came from the captain of the guard.
But Eckliff patiently waited.
“Stopped, and he ordered the attack?”
“…The Princess was observed crying, and the Duke stared at her.”
“And then?”
“The archers were on guard, ugh!”
Eckliff, who kicked the captain of the guard with all his might, rose from his seat, hissing.
“Are you out of your mind!!”
He knew something was up, but not that they would stoop to such idiocy.
In summary, the Duke looked at them, got scared, and prepared to attack with the archers, right?
“Why provoke a beast that’s been cajoled and sent away!”
The captain of the guard, with his forehead kicked and torn long, reddening his face, only clenched his teeth without any other words.
“…”
Eckliff, looking down at him, bent over and grabbed the back of the captain’s head, forcing their eyes to meet.
“No, no. That’s not all. Is it?”
“…”
“Tell me, Captain Herpen. I’m having a hard time understanding this one. A beast satisfied with mere warning even after my father’s death. Why would you provoke it?”
Blood dripped as their stubborn eyes locked for a long time.
Eckliff suddenly burst into loud laughter, discovering something in the captain’s trembling gaze.
Heaving his shoulders, he laughed until tears formed in his eyes.
“My goodness.”
“…”
“You were scared?”
Eckliff, rising from his seat, gaily moved about, forgetting his imperial decorum, laughing uncontrollably.
How long did that last?
Laughing until he was tired, Eckliff collapsed into his chair, wiping the tearstreaked corner of his eye.
“Clark Herpen. The legend scared you? Right? ‘Barlock will be freed from his long bondage when he obtains Termina.'”
“…”
“Don’t deny it!”
The Emperor, laughing with his bright red mouth wide open, shouted with an exultant voice.
“Poor Herpen. Then I have to reassure you, right? Do you know when Bianca was born? Six months after Sabrina became Empress, just six months.”
The captain of the guard blinked at the sudden story.
“Don’t you know? That was exactly ten months after her former husband, Count Holshru, died!”
“Gah!”
Watching the choking captain, the Emperor’s eyes glittered with madness.
“Now you’re reassured, aren’t you? Barlock never had Termina.”
Oh, what a pitiable beast.
The haughty fool who warned him had been quite entertaining.
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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