For the healer’s license, the qualification requirement was to be ‘from a noble family.’ As a commoner, I couldn’t become a healer regardless of my skills.
I had always prided myself on being more competent than many healers, and this was an opportunity to prove it conclusively.
As far as I remembered, the healer’s examination was held once a year, in the summer.
I wasn’t sure exactly when, but if the time hadn’t passed yet, I was planning to apply.
“But why are you going to the pharmacy if you’re not sick?”
“That pharmacy that was burned? The one managed by the pharmacist associated with Prince Ian? The one he loved!”
“Um… yes, that one.”
Eliana seemed to recall the story from the banquet. I nodded with a somewhat reluctant expression.
‘The truth is far from this… Eliana seems to believe Monica’s story. Sigh.’
“But why would Claire go there…?”
“Ah… well…”
I scrambled for a suitable excuse.
‘The truth is, I am Jane. I want to see what has become of my pharmacy!’ Saying that would only make Eliana worry that Claire had lost her mind after the head injury.
“I became curious about the pharmacist Jane after hearing Lady Monica’s story. I wonder if there’s any connection to me.”
After speaking, I realized that Jane’s name hadn’t been mentioned yesterday.
Eliana looked puzzled, but fortunately, she didn’t seem too concerned about how I knew that name.
“Did they mention the pharmacist’s name then? As far as I know, there’s no connection between you and that pharmacist. Strange.”
“Is that so?”
Indeed, there was no connection. I had never met Claire face-to-face in my life.
We had no points of contact, which was not surprising. After all, what business would an introverted noble lady and a commoner pharmacist like me have together?
“But I have this feeling that if I go there, something might trigger my memory.”
“Really?”
Eliana seemed pleased with the idea of memories returning.
She had always comforted me, saying my memories would gradually come back, and if they didn’t, I shouldn’t worry too much. But it seemed like she was also hoping for my memories to return soon.
Eliana probably missed sharing memories with Claire and felt sad that she could no longer do so with Claire.
“Who knows? Maybe I did have some connection with that pharmacist.”
“Claire did talk a lot with me, but sometimes she wouldn’t mention things she thought were trivial or unimportant.”
She nodded seriously.
“Since it’s a pharmacy, maybe… you mistook it for a perfume store and visited by chance, or maybe you went in there to escape a sudden downpour.”
“Wow…”
I was impressed.
That was quite a plausible imagination. I thought only Lady Monica had such talent, but Eliana seemed to have a knack for it too. However, Eliana wouldn’t create baseless rumors that could harm me.
“That’s a really plausible story.”
“It would be interesting if you really had a connection with that pharmacist. But we can’t go empty-handed. Shall we pick some flowers from the garden? The irises are in full bloom.”
I remained silent as she suggested making a bouquet of irises. It made sense not to go empty-handed.
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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