Creta’s voice was fairly desperate.
“Refugees?”
She didn’t want to bother him, but she couldn’t ignore what he was saying.
“Yes, I don’t know if you heard, but our territory was damaged. Seven castles were destroyed and it seems not all monsters that came in were properly handled.”
“Ah….”
“Yes, so the Duke ordered all residents to move to the southern castles.”
“I see, Creta. But I still don’t understand why there’s a shortage of funds.”
Creta blinked at Bianca’s words.
She’d told him already.
Though she didn’t have to hear him to sense his frustration, Bianca had to ask.
Because…
“Even with the yearly royal subsidies, I’ve heard one could build a new castle and have plenty left. Are there that many refugees?”
“Royal subsidies?”
Creta’s expression was strange when repeating the term, as if he was hearing it for the first time.
Bianca felt disheartened at the sight of Creta’s oddly twisted face.
She could swear on her life.
That the royal subsidies had never been sent to the North.
Everything went dark.
Wealth, military power, authority.
The saying that the Barlocks were second to none, even to the royal family, was true.
Bianca was stunned by Creta’s words.
“All the costs of weapons and troops, even building facilities for the citizens…”
“It’s all out of the Duke’s pocket.”
It’s not like we have lands that generate any revenue, right?
Creta laughed lightly.
“But, the emperor, or rather the royal family, has prepared a tremendous amount of subsidy for the North.”
She could hardly say they sent it, so Bianca glossed over her words.
“Thank you for saying so. However, the North hasn’t received a penny.”
“…….”
“Isn’t it obvious that the Barlocks, as their duty, take responsibility for everything?”
“Why so?”
Bianca was slightly heated.
“Why is it obvious? Because they’re the owners of this land? Because they are servants to the royal family? None of these reasons make the Barlocks’ dedication ‘obvious.'”
Creta grinned.
“It truly is delightful that you think so.”
“…….”
“I must meet the Duke. Of course, proceed as you said about the maintenance costs. Feel free to take the entire amount if needed.”
“Is that really possible? The amount isn’t that large. I had to find you out of necessity, as going elsewhere is a matter of survival.”
“You don’t have to set it so high moving forward.”
“That can’t be done.”
“The Duke’s wealth isn’t an endless well; there’s no reason to spend on unneeded clothing.”
“It isn’t endless.”
At that moment, Creta closed her mouth, making a subtle expression, and a voice that shouldn’t be heard here rang out.
“Gillian?”
“It’s not endless. After all, would I leave you like that?”
Creta quickly moved away as Gillian naturally approached, leaving only Gillian and Bianca in the reception room.
“I thought you’d take longer.”
“What could have happened? Whether you prolong or shorten words, the sincerity remains the same.”
“Nothing’s harder than understanding sincerity.”
“Do I need to be understood if it’s my sincerity?”
Gillian answered each question with another question.
In the whirlpool of conversation, Bianca noticed that he wasn’t in a good mood.
“Why are you angry?”
“Because they’re reducing the budget for my wife’s dignity, I’m upset.”
“If the Duke’s family is struggling, shouldn’t I step in? This is my home.”
“I have no intention of leaving you in a humble state.”
“Do you think I’ll look humble?”
“After all, it’s a matter of cash, not of goods. It was just a difference in payment methods.”
“Gillian.”
Bianca thought it was time to end this tedious argument.
Calmly calling him, she reached out her hand.
Like a young tree stretching its branches towards the sky, it was a defenseless and lovely gesture.
That, he couldn’t refuse.
Gillian shook his head slightly, then held Bianca in his arms.
Her slender upper body, which couldn’t fill his arms, clung tightly to him, spreading a thirstinducing warmth.
Then Bianca’s voice rang out.
“Don’t make me an outsider.”
Startled, he found his slender arms strongly grasped around him.
He could shake her off easily, but Gillian remained still.
“Share your hardships, your difficulties, with me.”
“It’s neither hard nor difficult. I just need a bit of time to sort things out.”
“Then let’s do it together.”
“I am…”
“Do it together. If you consider me your real wife.”
Gillian couldn’t say anything.
“Don’t try to only show the good, let’s see everything together. I don’t want to enjoy something at the expense of another person.”
Her soft voice flowed directly into his stomach, resonating in his chest.
“What if it’s something I should repay you?”
With a tone that sounded like he was negotiating his own fate, Bianca clenched her hands that were hugging Gillian even tighter.
“Where would that be?”
“There is, something that would be insufficient even if I repay you for the rest of my life.”
“There isn’t.”
“What if there is?”
“Then, let’s stop now. It’s enough. I will decline any further.”
At that moment, a powerful ringing resonated in his ears.
Screech.
A bonechilling sound, like something breaking, started to ring, different from before.
‘Thank you.’
It was the voice of an unfamiliar man.
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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