“You wouldn’t know, Your Grace, having only ever been on a warridden battlefield since you were young. Men do not offer such favors to women they do not like. And women do not accept favors from men they do not like, of course.”
Philip had been a mercenary, fighting alongside Valige in the war.
Raised in a rough environment, his mouth was coarse and his manners lacking, but he was trusted by Valige with his excellent skills.
The Duke’s eyebrows twitched at Philip’s words.
“Chuh. I had a time like that too. You wouldn’t know since you never had a proper romance, Your Grace…”
Valige, annoyed at Philip’s mouth running without tact, climbed on his horse and called for Count Harlen.
“Count.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
“I’ll give you that horse as a sign of appreciation for your hard work.”
The Duke said, pointing at Philip’s horse.
“…Yes?”
“Yes? Your Grace! What am I supposed to ride then?!”
Philip, who had been proudly jabbering about his heyday, was shocked by the Duke’s unexpected words and approached him. But the Duke looked at him with annoyance and murmured.
“Walk, then.”
It was over a 2hour walk from the river to the mansion, although it would have been a 30minute ride on horseback. Philip, who ended up taking an unplanned stroll, stared blankly and asked dumbly.
But the Duke, ignoring Philip’s urgent cry, spurred his horse and quickly returned to the mansion.
“Ah?! Your Grace!”
Once back, he headed to his office to catch up on his work. Opening the door, he found the brown jacket still lying on the floor.
Whether he had trampled it hard or it was just too old to withstand any pressure, the frayed jacket lay there, worthless.
“What’s the point?”
He couldn’t understand why he had been so sensitive about it.
Valige moved his left leg and pushed the jacket into the corner, as if he didn’t want to see it anymore.
The surrounding air felt stuffy, and the Duke undid the button up to his neck.
“Whew.”
Valige exhaled deeply and recalled Lina’s appearance a little while ago. The maidservant, looking like a drowned rat, had made his eyes narrow.
Her small body tightly wrapped in clothes, hair dripping water, everything about the servant irritated him.
But what irked his eyes the most was,
“[This is what Henry took off for me to wear.]”
A little while ago, the sensation was irritating after hearing Philip’s words.
Knock, knock.
“Your Grace, it’s Cullen.”
“Come in.”
He asked, watching Cullen enter alone.
“Where is Lina?”
“She said I don’t need to come out.”
Duke Valige looked at Cullen, surprised by the unexpected answer.
“Why?”
“I have something to tell you separately, Your Grace.”
The Duke sat down at the appearance of Cullen, who was speaking with an almost serious face.
“Tell me.”
“Do you really think you won’t impose any penalties on Lina?”
“What are you talking about?”
Cullen swallowed his saliva at the Duke’s face, as if asking what he was talking about.
The teapot Lina broke yesterday was not just a ‘ceramic teapot.’
It was a multipot used by the heads of the Permanence family for generations, and it had been with the Permanence family for about 300 years.
How many Dukes had drunk tea from that teapot? It didn’t make sense that no punishment would be imposed on the maid who broke it.
‘There’s also the rumor going around the mansion.’
Moreover, the current rumors about Lina and the Duke were spreading like wildfire.
If word got out that something like this had been passed over without any punishment, the rumor would undoubtedly grow uncontrollable.
‘We can’t just let it go. I must make her receive at least a light punishment.’
But the Duke seemed not to care if Lina broke not only the teapot but the entire tea set.
Cullen, who had decided to muster the courage for the Duke and Lina, continued to speak.
“The teapot Lina broke yesterday was a multipot that the Permanence family’s heads have been using for generations. If a maid accidentally breaks such a precious item, and you do not impose any punishment, bad rumors may circulate. Already there are rumors that you favor Lina, and if you pass over this matter now, it may not be good for Lina either.”
The Duke, who had been quietly listening to Cullen’s words, did not say anything for a while.
“That’s right. That’s how it was.”
The teapot that Lina broke yesterday was one of the items filled with memories of his father, who had been the previous Duke in his childhood, and his mother.
“Why did you tell me that fact only now?”
“I told you yesterday, but don’t you remember?”
The Duke tried to recall, but he could not remember Cullen saying that. But that was not the main problem. He had learned of it now, anyway.
To pass over the fact that such a valuable item had been broken. He seemed to have found the cause of an inexplicable uncomfortable emotion.
“It’s all right now that I know.”
A smile formed on the lips of Valige, who had been flicking his fingers on the desk.
“Yes?”
“Cullen. You’re right.”
The Duke, who even looked pleased, ordered Cullen.
“You impose a suitable punishment on Lina.”
The tension on Cullen’s face relaxed at the Duke’s words.
“Yes. Understood.”
As Cullen told the Duke that he would have Lina clean the gallery hall, he gestured to go out, as if saying to take care of it.
“Your Grace, what about this old jacket on the floor?”
The Duke muttered as he looked at the old jacket that Cullen was holding.
“Throw it away.”
But that old jacket still bothered his eye.
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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