“Proper words, indeed, if it’s a collaboration, it must be specified as cocomposing.”
Cesare de Como slowly approached and exchanged greetings with his close friends, including Ottavio, clapping hands together.
“Beautiful Isabella, it’s been a long time.”
He tactfully bent his knee and offered a courteous gesture towards Isabella.
Isabella also rose from her seat, curtsied, and extended her hand to him. Cesare released a loud kiss into the air above the back of Isabella’s hand and let go of her hand.
“You are still beautiful. Today, as ever, your beauty is worthy of the name of San Carlo’s most beautiful woman.”
Ignoring whether Lucrezia was looking or not, he took a big step towards Isabella and brought his face close to her ear. At a distance close enough to feel his breath, he whispered to Isabella in a languid tone.
“Your strength is your beauty. Struggling to wear clothes that do not fit, just because you are swayed by others, only results in ugliness. Like today.”
Isabella opened her eyes wide and looked at Cesare.
“Swayed by others?”
“Isn’t it?”
“I’m not conscious of such a thing!”
“I never mentioned anyone, but you understood perfectly. Such beauty with intelligence, truly incredible.”
He dramatically raised his hands.
“Guys! Look at how intelligent the young Lady de Mare is!”
Ottavio and the young nobles chuckled in unison. Isabella’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, and Julia de Valdesar whispered something to the person next to her, grinning with one corner of her mouth raised.
Isabella was sure that Julia was laughing at her. Camellia de Castillion could not dare to mock her outright like Julia, she bowed her head and desperately controlled her expression.
Just as Lucrezia was about to intervene, Cesare preempted her.
“I came here today to see some good music, but I ended up seeing something unexpectedly entertaining. Now that I’ve seen what I came to see, I’ll take my leave.”
He courteously curtsied to Lucrezia and turned to leave immediately, and Cesare’s group, including Ottavio, also bid their farewells to Lucrezia and left the place in a rush.
When the suitor left the seat, Camellia de Castillion didn’t know what to do, so she said goodbye to Isabella and Lucrezia respectively and left the place, and Julia de Valdesar also got up and left after leaving a polite smile on her lips.
When even Julia left, the other young ladies also stood up and left.
The leftalone Isabella opened her eyes wide and looked around. The only ones left were the musicians affiliated with the cathedral, the responsible nuns, and a few priests. They were all under the absolute influence of her father, Cardinal de Mare.
Isabella burst out the frustration she had been holding back in front of the powerful noble children.
“What are you staring at! Get out all of you!!!!”
[This is the time separator]Cesare led his group of friends leisurely out of the front gate of San Ercol Cathedral. Just as he was about to mount his usual chestnut horse, Ottavio, who was holding the reins of his horse, spoke.
“Hey, Count Cesare, what’s the matter?”
Cesare arrogantly turned his head and looked at Ottavio.
“What are you talking about, Ottavio?”
“Weren’t you quite fond of Isabella de Mare?”
Ottavio shrugged his shoulders.
“Isabella de Mare has quite a lot of pride. Honestly, her face is quite beautiful, so it’s understandable. It’ll take quite an effort to coax her again after that, are you confident you can pass it off, or have you lost interest altogether?”
Cesare frowned heavily. He really seemed upset. He furrowed his eyebrows and spat out his words.
“It’s not that it’s not. Since when has this Count Cesare been unable to say what he wants, watching a woman’s mood?”
As he took off his hat and brushed his hair back in apparent annoyance, he dismissed Ottavio.
“If she wants to meet me, she should bear it. If she doesn’t want to hear unpleasant things, she should develop a wise mind. Do you not know me so well? Signor Ottavio.”
Cesare swiftly leapt onto the horse.
“I shall depart first. We’ll meet at the salon. I need a drink, for I am upset.”
Then, he spurred his glossy auburn horse, bolting ahead with the spirited neigh of the horse echoing behind him.
[This is the time separator]Arabella, hauled home, was immediately taken by Lucrezia by the scruff of her neck and dragged off to their mother’s reception room. Isabella, in her carefully dressed attire intended for visiting her friends, was weeping sorrowfully behind Lucrezia.
“Mother, mother. How can I show my face now?”
Isabella wept to the point of exhaustion, tears cascading down her cheeks.
“Did you see Count Cesare’s face? It was a look of contempt! Did you see the expression of Julia de Valdesar? She won’t even talk to me anymore! What if I’m ostracized from society?”
“My dear daughter, my poor child, don’t cry. Everything will be alright.”
Lucrezia comforted her eldest daughter, stroking Isabella’s hair, before she turned to scold her terrified younger daughter who was huddled in a corner.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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