“Kkeum kkeum. The concerns are significant.”
After the conclusion of the Tutyaga tragedy, the nobles expressed their concerns.
“Especially at a time when demonic activities have begun…”
“Is it considered treason?”
“The head of the family suffered from madness, and being entangled with the imperial family is not a good thing. Even if you grow old and die, you should die gracefully.”
The Tutyaga tragedy was concluded as an act of treason.
Black magic was also considered a crime equivalent to treason, and it was not a false claim, as it violated imperial laws.
The imperial throne had been passed down for several years, and the Tutyaga tragedy was handled by the imperial advisors and information officials.
This incident was quietly buried.
However, a few who knew about the internal affairs of the palace had a taste of death.
“It’s said that black magic has manifested. Isn’t that a forbidden magical practice? How disrespectful to court such defilement even after death…”
The elderly advisor, who was handling the situation, groaned.
Black magic was closely associated with death.
What a sacrilegious tale!
If you were to die, you had to age gracefully.
“We regret the Tutyaga incident.”
The Tutyaga tragedy was concluded in this way.
“This incident will be quietly buried.”
Hanelly curtly stated.
He had assisted in resolving the situation like a temple, and the Tutyaga tragedy was buried.
“It’s appropriate to bury it.”
Sharlov muttered softly, putting aside his conscience.
“The empire can’t afford to deal with this turmoil right now, so it’s the natural course of action.”
Sharlov had come to the temple to conclude the Tutyaga tragedy.
“The Tutyaga situation is concluded, and we can finish it here.”
This incident ended with only a few elderly advisors knowing about it.
“Shall we leave now?”
“I’ve left the seat empty for a long time, so it’s time to leave. Send someone outside…”
Soon, a palace official would bring a sedan chair.
“The temple people are generally quiet.”
“Maintaining dignity is also a virtue of the clergy; there’s no need to behave poorly, right?”
The door to the prayer room closed again.
Hanelly, adjusting his white temple attire, asked Sharlov.
“Do you know why black magic was rejected?”
Sharlov tilted his head and answered.
“Because of death, I suppose.”
“Correct. Fear of death is an instinctive fear that humans have.”
And black magic governs such death.
“Monsters and black magic are the next issues. The essence of black magic is death. People have feared that if the soul is tainted by black magic, it cannot be saved.”
Hanelly spoke as he lit a candle.
“The nobles won’t get involved in this matter.”
Hanelly was already convinced.
“They’ll be afraid of their own deaths. The higher the noble status, the older they are, the more sensitive they are to my death. It’s a law that becomes more sensitive as you go up in rank and age.”
It was a straightforward language, far from the title of Grand Inquisitor.
“…Is it because of the belief that it touches upon death?”
“Strictly speaking, it’s due to the superstition that one cannot be saved after death. Who would understand? The dead don’t speak. If someone were to say, ‘Oh, my soul was not redeemed after death,’ who would listen?”
It was a very realistic story.
However, it was not a story suitable for a Grand Inquisitor.
“No one will listen.”
Hanelly stared at Sharlov at that moment.
“You didn’t hear it?”
“……”
“Well, my tongue almost got cut off.”
Blood trickled from Hanelly’s mouth.
“There are many restrictions on speech with the vow of silence. Consider it as the shackle of the temple.”
“…I should be careful.”
“Please pray for the Pope. Lately, he’s been suffering from high blood pressure and frequently looking for blood pressure medicine. He’s getting old and going through a lot. It would be good if His Holiness could take some time to rest in a sunny place…”
Hanelly expressed concerns and worries with a vulgar expression. The conversation ended there.
“Please check.”
The departing priest returned.
“May the blessing of the gods be with you.”
“They won’t listen…”
“What are you saying?”
Katarina, who had followed as an escort, asked.
“I wondered who would listen to stories after I die.”
“If you’re dead, isn’t that the end of it?”
“I thought so too, but…”
I thought that if I died, it would be the end. What happened afterward was beyond my control.
On the day I faced death, I seemed to have told myself that.
However, death was not the end.
If death were the end, Sharl’s current appearance standing here would be inexplicable.
“Your Majesty. Your Majesty?”
The carriage arrived. The horse stopped in front of the imperial palace, and the carriage door opened.
The platform was high, and the guards reached out their arms.
“Are you okay?”
“……I’m going to His Majesty.”
The coachman poked the sides of the horses, and one of the attendants ran to put a seal on the emperor’s office.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
