Contacting Marquis Elian and what disadvantages might come back to him.
“As long as you don’t escape the Emperor, this will continue to happen incessantly.”
“Do you want to escape?”
‘Breaking a palace or two might be a warning.’
His tone was light, like the first day they met.
At that time, she didn’t know, so she answered.
“Yes. I want to escape.”
But now, she knew she couldn’t.
Not because she couldn’t see him anymore.
Jillian understood Bianca’s words and responded briefly with ‘I understand.’
Hoo.
When the story was about to conclude, the wind, as if waiting, blew.
Even though it was wrapped tightly, the wind coming in through the clothes wasn’t ordinary cold.
In an instant, her mind flashed.
Bianca, flicking a few strands of hair that had flowed down behind her ear, spoke in a lively voice.
“I’ll be going now. I want to go home.”
“Sure.”
Just when the two were about to take a step, there was a voice calling them amidst the murmurs.
“Fortunately, it seems I’m not too late.”
The clear and transparent voice belonged to the ‘Deputy Chief.’
Bianca turned around to face him.
“It’s been a while.”
“It’s been a while. Have you been well?”
“Yes.”
At the end of her reply, Bianca reached out and held Jillian’s hand.
At the moment when the deputy chief’s gaze intertwined with theirs, it was clear that something was dropping.
It didn’t suit Bianca’s personality to display such a relationship in front of someone, but it seemed necessary.
The deputy chief who had a ‘conversation’ with Jillian in the Sun Hall was no longer someone Bianca knew.
The deputy chief Bianca remembered was a person who knew compassion and knew right from wrong better than anyone else.
He wasn’t someone who made strange remarks and threw enthusiastic gazes at her.
Bianca wasn’t foolish.
At the moment when Jillian and the deputy chief exchanged an unknown conversation, it was clear that the deputy chief’s gaze was different from usual.
It was a familiar gaze.
Fifteen.
From the age when the young disguise began to shed, the gaze pouring onto Bianca was similar to the gaze she knew.
Of course, it was more plain, polite, and earnest than those who dared to pursue Bianca recklessly.
“Don’t be wary.”
It’s sad.
The whispering face of the deputy chief looked mournful.
However, Bianca’s guard towards him did not subside easily. No, she had to be on high alert. Since the moment the Deputy Chief appeared, the momentum emanating from Jillian was no ordinary ferocity. Even though she was standing close to him, leaning against him with interlocked fingers, the exposed skin felt pricking like thorns, and an inexplicable fear made her knees involuntarily want to kneel.
“It feels like you’ve distanced yourself somehow. I’m disappointed.”
Still, his voice remained neat. His appearance, having received divine love and seeming to have completely transcended the causality of the human realm, was always the same. Clean, long white hair extending down to his lower back, a pure, brightly shining dharma robe with not a speck of dust. A face full of virtue and a sense of awe. However, his blue gaze now contained a heat that Bianca had never experienced before.
“You don’t have to care about me anymore.”
“…!”
In an instant, Jillian’s grip tightened, and the Deputy Chief’s expression froze.
“I have Jillian. So, don’t worry about me now.”
Bianca chose her words carefully, stating confidently that there would be no problem no matter who heard.
The face of the Deputy Chief standing opposite was ruthlessly crumpled.
One thing, Bianca didn’t stop speaking.
“The child who needed care is no longer here. I have found my family now.”
“Family.”
“Yes, I’ll lean on this man when I need strength.”
“Why him?”
“Because I love him.”
“Like back then?”
It was difficult to follow the Deputy Chief’s words. However, instead of probing that, Bianca silently responded with ‘yes.’
The current important thing was not trivial matters.
It was about who was by her side, and now, who she would be with.
“So, please bestow your care on someone who needs it.”
“…”
“There are many unfortunate people in this world who long for warmth.”
“Was the sympathy I gave you?”
Tap.
Jillian tried to step forward to shield Bianca from the Deputy Chief’s approaching figure, but Bianca pulled him behind her.
Bianca faced the Deputy Chief alone.
“I’m trying not to deny it. I have survived relying on the ‘sympathy’ you bestowed on me. Thanks to you stepping forward and taking care of me, I survived that day.”
“What about Count Gore?”
“If I had been hit that day, I might have died. ”
Bianca recalled the day when the Deputy Chief had to enter the ‘Prayer Room’ following the Emperor’s orders. It happened on the day of the banquet held outside the palace.
The incident occurred when a Count who attended the banquet got drunk and mocked Bianca.
‘A descendant of the Empress with such beauty that could easily entangle the Emperor, is she really this refined?’
‘People possessed by spirits are the same.’
With inappropriate words, the Count reached out to touch Bianca’s cheek.
The Emperor turned a blind eye to Bianca’s actions, and it wasn’t without all sorts of surprising things happening, but Bianca had endured it firmly within those bounds.
With wordplay to wordplay, jest to jest, and status to status.
And with rank being rank.
No matter how much she was a scorned Imperial princess, Bianca was still of ‘royal blood.’
Bianca immediately slapped the cheek of the Count who had mocked her.
That should have been the end of it.
But the problem was that the Count didn’t know his place.
Thinking it was okay to treat the ‘royalty’ who people could disrespect, he forgot the meaning of the Empress and ended up making an absurd request to the Emperor through an application.
He poured his swollen cheek to the Emperor as evidence and jumped around like a rabbit.
Not only that.
The Emperor dared to give a punishment to Bianca as well, claiming that she disgraced the Empress.
The one who stepped forward at that time was the Deputy Chief.
He happened to drop by to deliver a May ritual address and got entangled in the banquet.
Somehow, it ended up becoming a concept of a ‘witness’ until the end, and that’s when he stepped forward.
“Punishing the pure victim, the Imperial Princess, doesn’t align with justice.”
The Emperor asked him.
“Can a murderer also become a victim? Is that what you’re saying?”
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
