Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 52
The Royal Hunting Tournament was an annual event held every autumn. Participants would travel to Orte Forest, the royal hunting ground located north of San Carlo, set up tents, and hunt throughout the day.
Nobles of high status, noblewomen, and young ladies gathered in tents prepared at the forest’s entrance to chat, while the youth, armed with bows and quivers and accompanied by hunting dogs, ventured deep into the woods to pursue game.
The highlight of the day was the award ceremony to crown the tournament winner. Starting early in the morning, the day’s hunting results were tallied individually by late afternoon, and a prize was awarded to the young man who brought back the greatest number of the finest game.
The prize consisted of a modest amount of gold coins bestowed by His Majesty the King and a laurel wreath personally placed upon the winner’s head by Queen Marguerite.
In addition, there were other noteworthy tokens: ribbons or handkerchiefs presented by the young ladies.
Offering a handkerchief was regarded as a sign of an intimate rendezvous; thus, unless a young lady was exceptionally bold, she would never recklessly hand out her own handkerchief. Yet on this day alone, giving a handkerchief to the tournament victor was generously tolerated as a gesture of admiration.
“Who do you think will win this time?”
Arabella asked Ariadne, her eyes sparkling. Lately, Arabella had been constantly visiting Ariadne’s reception room and lounging about.
To young Arabella, matters of high society, all the incidents involving her elder sisters, letters and notes from gentlemen, bouquets, and gifts all seemed like tales from another world—no matter how much she heard, it was never enough, and she always craved more.
“I wonder?”
Ariadne shook her head. The court nobles stationed in San Carlo were, in truth, more skilled in chess and literature than in hunting or swordsmanship.
Consequently, the tournament winner was often someone unfamiliar to the capital’s nobility rather than a well-known name.
“I hope when I’m grown and finally join the tournament, a handsome knight will win!”
Arabella declared dreamily. Ariadne smiled in response.
“If what you truly desire is a handsome knight, you could give your handkerchief even without him winning.”
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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I’m still curious of what Alphonso meant by the last chapter
I’m still curious of what Alphonso meant by the last chapter
So Alphonso is misunderstanding now?