The blade descends heavily.
The hand gripping the sword hovers tightly.
The handle twists,
and the sword’s leather bites into the flesh.
“Don’t hold the hilt carelessly now.”
“…….”
“In the next life, even if it’s boring or listless, don’t do anything.”
So that your hands won’t be stained with that blade.
Who’s remembering this?
⭐️⭐️⭐️
A presence was heard nearby.
Fingertips brushed against Sharlowoff’s cheek.
“You’ve become rough.”
A tongue clicked from the side.
Sharlowoff’s hand quickly became rough.
Benhamin grabbed his delicate wrist and gently explored downward.
“They say Pedelin has the talent to hold a sword, but she shouldn’t. Yet.”
Benhamin lowered his fingertip to touch below the nose.
A shallow breath touched his fingertip and dissipated.
He instinctively checked the breath and lowered his arm.
Around that time,
Sharlowoff tossed and buried his cheek in the pillow.
His shoulders felt heavy.
His body felt burdensome, as if carrying a load on his waist.
“Is it stiff?”
Benhamin touched Sharlow’s waist and gently massaged the muscles.
“Don’t hold the hilt carelessly.”
“You were the one who attached the Dunggan Sword to me.”
“I didn’t attach it to see you like this.”
Sharlowoff exhaled a thin breath.
“My body feels a bit stiff.”
“You barely have any muscle strength.”
He took a slow breath.
“Try to hide it from my uncle as much as possible.”
Sharlowoff tossed and added, “I still don’t know what to explain.”
“Why.”
“My actions confuse my family.”
“Your caution is excessive.”
“I still…”
“You can let go a bit. You try to widen the distance between people with caution.”
Benhamin blurred the end of his words.
Don’t learn. Keep the Hwangga walls higher and protect yourself. Stay away from sharp blades.
“My paternal uncle also handled swords. My maternal uncles were also military officials.”
“They are different from them.”
“I know. My life will be different from theirs.”
Walking this path might reveal what lies at the end if one steps deeply into it.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
Tap-tap A few maids knocked on the study door.
They lingered quietly in the study. Inside, the pen tip drew squares evenly. Paper and sleeves rubbed together, and backlight shone on the person’s back leaning against the window.
The maids brightly lit the light. When the crimson hair received the light, it showed a burgundy color. They put down the quill on the study pen holder and quietly tiptoed away.
“How is it?”
“It’s quiet.”
Outside the study, maids guarded.
“How long has it been since His Majesty entered the study?”
“He’s been here all afternoon. I’ve replaced the pen nib and come back. Everyone around is holding their breath… I only left the pen behind.”
Documents were piled neatly on the conference table. After reviewing the documents, the aides organized them.
Sharlowoff placed the Furolte local budget execution sheets on the table. The budget execution details during the local recovery schedule were recorded, and the budget allocation for each day was entered on the sheets.
She pressed the pen tip deeply. The eyes scanning the executed budget became stiff. Eventually, she put the documents down.
The executed execution plans were tied with a string and neatly organized. Katarina murmured as if sighing from the side.
“…I didn’t know I would have to review all these execution details in one sitting.”
“It’s challenging beyond this point. My eyes are tired now.”
She tied her hair with a thick hairband. When she tilted her shoulder, a strand of hair fell thin.
Sharlowoff swept her side hair back, and her eyelids were locked as if submerged in water.
“Is it because of the medicine’s effect or is it hazy?”
“It’s probably due to the medicine that raises body temperature.”
Sharlowoff inserted the pen into the ink bottle and tapped her temple with her finger. The pulse was transmitted to her fingertips.
The medical room sent medications, and today her body felt warmer, probably thanks to the medicine that raised her body temperature.
“It’s a bit hot.”
The inside of the handle tightened. Her hands felt dry and withered.
The presence around her faded.
“Where does it hurt?”
Sharlowoff raised her arm.
Benhamin approached. Having finished the meeting with the staff, he now looked after Sharlowoff.
“My wrist is stiff.”
“Is it because you held the pen for a long time?”
“…….”
“You don’t have much muscle in your hands. It’s the first time your body lacks this much strength, so it’s confusing. It seems like your family is determined to attach a new house to you.”
The veins in her wrist felt stiff.
“How about meals?”
Sharlowoff’s arm paused.
“Did you miss it again?”
“I, I’m sorry.”
The maid bowed her head, unable to control herself.
“Don’t be harsh. Putting off meals just because this is finished means you missed mealtime.”
“It’s better than being listless, but don’t miss meals.”
Benhamin instructed the court lady to prepare lunch.
“Are you taking the medication regularly from the medical room?”
“There are always those around who check it. Why again?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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