Franz stopped crying.
It seemed unbelievable that his identity had been revealed.
“How did you know? Shoes? Or my voice?”
“No, thanks to the knights.”
“They treated me like luggage. There was no respect for the Crown Prince. These reckless…”
Franz tilted his head, seemingly forgetting the babbling he had done a moment ago.
Curiosity seemed to suppress his sorrow.
It was the first time he looked cute.
“The knights didn’t even ask about your identity.”
“So what?”
“It means the knights knew. That you are not an ordinary servant and that you can roam the palace as you please. Who else could a tenyearold like that be but the Crown Prince?”
“Hmm. Is that so? What else?”
Franz replied with a voice that had become softer.
I added a few more clues.
“You didn’t even block the peephole. It would have been useless even if you had. You’ve been lurking here since before I arrived.”
“….”
“Your dirty uniform doesn’t make sense. Cleanliness and neatness are the duties of a royal servant. Aren’t your parents from a noble family?”
“I don’t want to talk about those idiots.”
Franz replied in a sharp tone.
He tried to hide his emotions, but he seemed to want to hear more of my reasoning.
“Any other evidence?”
“Your cheap hat doesn’t suit the palace. If you were a real servant, it would have been confiscated right away?”
“You’re calling my hat cheap?!”
“Isn’t it? I think I saw something similar in the market.”
“Don’t insult my treasure!”
What was this fuss about a wornout hat?
He was as inscrutable as his father, Nikolai.
“Dinner is served, Lady Elizabeth.”
It was the sound announcing lunchtime.
Underneath the canaryyellow door, there was a small, flat second door.
Thanks to that, it was possible to exchange trays with food without unlocking the lock.
Had the person who used this room before also been imprisoned?
It didn’t look like a hastily made feeding hole just for me.
“Today’s menu is duck butter roast, lavender jelly, salad, potato cream soup.”
Each dish, served in sparkling silverware, gave off a fresh and savory scent.
I wanted something spicier, but I wasn’t in a position to choose the menu.
“Eat, then go.”
I sat at the twoperson dining table and told Franz.
He threw a tantrum as I covered my lap with a napkin.
“Lack of manners. Isn’t it common sense to offer food to your guest?”
“Aren’t you the last one who should say that? And you’re not a guest, just an uninvited intruder with no manners.”
“You really do hate children!”
“Thanks for remembering.”
“And you think you can be in charge of my education? I’ll never allow it!”
I lightly ignored Franz’s bravado.
I spread the lettuce widely, placed a piece of duck on it, and topped it with mustard honey sauce.
It couldn’t compare to lettuce wraps filled with garlic and bean paste, but the quality of the ingredients made it tasty.
“The duck is particularly tender today.”
As I chewed a full mouthful of lettuce wrap, a clear sound came from Franz’s stomach.
Gurgle.
Franz’s eyes darted in embarrassment.
I was just as taken aback.
“Franz. Are you hungry?”
“No, it’s not that!”
“I heard the gurgling, didn’t I?”
“It’s just like a whistle. I blow it when I’m bored.”
Making an absurd excuse, Franz pretended to whistle.
Again, gurgle.
The signal of hunger was heard much louder than the awkward whistle.
Franz’s cute face turned as red as a burning sweet potato.
Although he was a notorious troublemaker, it was hard to ignore a hungry child.
He was even smaller and thinner than his peers.
“Do you want to eat? It might not be to your taste.”
I never thought he would actually eat.
Franz had treated even the finest cuisine prepared by his exclusive chef like trash.
But now this.
Franz’s beautiful light green eyes shone, and he looked surprised.
“You’re really going to eat?”
“Huh? Yeah. Sure!”
“Ththen eat just a little.”
Franz ran over to the dining table.
He hungrily tied a napkin around his neck and started eating my portion.
When did he ever guard himself so much around me, yet he’s excitedly rushing over for food? Looking at him, he’s clearly a child.
‘Is he really that picky eater? He doesn’t spill anything and eats wellbalanced, doesn’t he?’
I could feel the noble elegance in his dignified dining manner.
I was salivating at how deliciously he was eating, though I wasn’t particularly interested in the food.
I asked Franz while tearing a piece of white bread.
“Why did you torment the servants?”
“I didn’t torment them.”
“You stripped them and beat them with a wooden sword, didn’t you?”
“It’s cause and effect. They deceived me.”
“What did they deceive you about?”
“…….”
“What’s the reason for dismissing the former teacher?”
Franz looked up at me silently.
The transparent green in his eyes, glowing with malice and irony, had disappeared.
He seemed to have realized that bluster and sarcasm didn’t work on me.
“Shall I give you a piece of advice?”
Franz asked in a serious voice.
How many faces does this boy have?
Why did he have to have multiple faces?
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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