Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 10
“Engagement? What do you mean, engagement?”
Pyotr scrunched up his face at the news delivered by the butler.
The butler solemnly declared,
“The young lady is currently courting His Highness the Crown Prince. They will soon hold their engagement ceremony as well.”
“Charlotte? That girl? With whom…? The Crown Prince? At this moment? The Crown Prince? Why, why would he do that! Is that man even sane! My aging father lies bedridden—what is he thinking!”
What nonsense is that fool spouting now?
The aged Emperor lay ill in bed. Lately, it was the Empress who stayed by his bedside.
Soon, power within the imperial family would shift—and the Tuteo House had already aligned itself with this new current.
“What does His Majesty say about this?”
“What can a man whose mind is no longer sound possibly say? These days, his consciousness flickers in and out. He buries himself only in Her Majesty the Empress’s arms, and it seems even she is still keeping things discreetly hidden.”
“Why, why? How could this happen?”
“His Majesty doesn’t even remember who the Crown Prince is anymore.”
The Emperor, who had just turned fifty, was now showing signs of delirium.
He had long been tormented by dreams of the Former Emperor, constantly demanding that the late Emperor’s tomb be moved.
‘Move his tomb! Move it outside the palace! Damn it, how much longer will that old man haunt me!’
The Emperor, terrified by recurring dreams of the Former Emperor, soon turned completely gray-haired.
The aged Emperor lost his strength, relying solely on the Empress and abandoning all matters of state.
And just when they thought power had fully shifted—
“Charlotte. Charlotte…!”
Damn you, Cosette! What did you leave behind for me!
“Find out where Charlotte is right now!”
[This is the timeline separator]Charlotte was having a dress fitted at Shan Boutique.
“Isn’t the color of this engagement dress overly flamboyant?”
She had her waist measured with a tape, selected the fabric for the dress, and even chose matching lace embellishments.
Staff trailed after her in succession, while Charlotte watched her reflection in the mirror.
Rich red fabric cascaded luxuriously. Roses were embroidered upon it, and the fabric alone radiated vivid brilliance.
“Is this satisfactory, Your Highness?”
Benjamin lifted his head and took in Charlotte’s appearance.
“It’s fine.”
Benjamin closed his booklet and dismissed Madame.
“Take the staff and leave for now.”
“Yes, understood. Is there anything else you require?”
“Prepare accessories that match the outfit in advance. I’ll inspect them immediately.”
“Then I shall wait outside and make preparations.”
Chanelle led the staff out of the fitting room.
Every step proceeded with flawless efficiency.
Charlotte wiped her forehead with the hem of her sleeve. Was she running a fever? It didn’t seem so. She steadied herself, one hand braced against her waist as she caught her breath.
“You don’t seem to like standing for long.”
Benjamin noticed her discomfort and drew the fitting room curtains closed.
“My ankles are weak.”
“You have a slender frame.”
Charlotte unconsciously fiddled with her wrist. His gaze followed her movement.
“Is your wrist sensitive too?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You keep fiddling with it unconsciously even when still. I was just curious.”
Perhaps because of her delicate bone structure, her figure appeared slender—a precarious grace that drew the eye.
“Aren’t you tired?”
Charlotte shook her head in reply.
Seeing such details, he truly was a thoughtful person. It was precisely that attentiveness that held one’s gaze.
“We only need to finalize the accessories now, Charlotte.”
Benjamin whispered in a gentle, coaxing tone, as if soothing a weary child.
With a smooth gesture, he guided Charlotte.
Afterward, they selected accessories that harmonized perfectly with the fabric.
“A single statement piece around the neck would be best for the accessories. That’s why we’ve prepared a necklace.”
Madame Chanelle presented the necklace.
Jewelry boxes opened in a row, and Charlotte gazed down at them with cool detachment.
She felt no particular excitement.
Had dying and waking anew erased even her material desires?
Though even in her past life, she hadn’t been particularly greedy for possessions…
“Try smiling a bit more, Charlotte.”
Benjamin placed a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.
“You had your reasons for clinging so openly to me outside the capital, didn’t you? We need to etch your presence firmly into their minds. We must root you so deeply into those fools’ heads that chaos erupts.”
“Yes.”
“In that case, half-measures won’t do.”
With a smooth motion, he pressed his hand over Charlotte’s and placed the necklace into her palm.
It was glacial stone, carved from an iceberg—its crystalline core holding untouched coldness.
“You must become the sharpest blade, piercing straight into their hearts. Etched so deeply into their minds that your very existence irritates them.”
Charlotte looped the necklace over her finger and lifted her gaze.
Their hands overlapped, the necklace twisted between their palms creating an enigmatic atmosphere.
“Isn’t it beautiful? They call it ‘unmelted ice’—a truly rare item.”
Madame Chanelle cleared her throat with a soft cough.
“Your Highness, shall we proceed with this accessory, then?”
“This will do. Just ensure no random fool ends up wearing something similar.”
“What do you take this Chanelle for? You may trust me completely.”
Chanelle placed the necklace back into its case and closed it.
“I’ll handle the rest and have everything properly packaged for delivery to House of Windsor. If you only took this one item, the empire’s citizens might think Your Highness rather stingy.”
“They’d have no grounds to talk.”
Chanelle deftly gathered the remaining jewelry boxes as well.
If Roskella handled intelligence gathering at taverns, Chanelle collected every rumor circulating through boutiques.
This place was the hub of the Crown Prince’s intelligence network.
How had it been in her past life? Aside from Roskella, she couldn’t recall any other openly acknowledged intelligence agents…
“Half-measures won’t cut it. We must create utter chaos.”
Benjamin wrapped his hand around Charlotte’s and whispered.
“Shall we go now?”
Visitors would be arriving soon.
Benjamin subtly signaled the time.
Charlotte turned her body.
Benjamin led her with unhurried steps—seemingly urging yet deliberately slow.
“Follow me.”
For every step Benjamin took, Charlotte took half a step.
“Charlotte!”
Then—a familiar voice called out to her from behind.
A voice she knew well, yet had nearly forgotten.
Ah. I’ve waited so long.
“It’s been a while since we last met.”
Father—the rest remained unspoken.
[This is the timeline separator]How long had it been since she last saw her father?
Even counting only this life, it had been a long time—but adding her previous life, they hadn’t met in decades.
‘Has it really been twenty years?’
His face remained unchanged.
“You truly haven’t changed at all.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I meant you’re consistent.”
Consistent. Precisely because he never changed, severing their bond had been effortless.
“I—Your Highness! I wish to speak with my daughter alone. Just for a moment… please step aside.”
How shamelessly you dare call me your daughter. Was I ever truly your daughter?
Charlotte couldn’t cry. Her lips, twisted slightly askew, kept drawing an unnatural smile.
“Was I ever your daughter?”
At the very least, if I were your daughter, you shouldn’t have treated me this way.
Each word rasped hoarsely from her throat. Every syllable, bitten out through clenched lips, weighed heavily.
Didn’t I already tell you? You should never have let go of my ankle.
“Has it been just over two weeks since we last met?”
“…”
“So much has happened lately—apparently, only something like this warrants showing your expensive face.”
When her mother died, he’d left immediately, muttering about some damn business or other.
When Charlotte was disowned, he never once showed his proud face—just erased her from the family register.
She wasn’t disappointed by this fact. As Charlotte, she was almost grateful he’d consistently forgotten her.
Pyotr roughly yanked Charlotte toward him.
“Do you even have a mind of your own? The Tuteo House serves Her Majesty the Empress! Have you forgotten whom our house serves?”
He lowered his voice to a harsh whisper.
“What on earth do you and your mother have against me?”
Charlotte fumbled with her fingers, covering her lips.
“I haven’t forgotten.”
“Then how dare you openly keep company with the Crown Prince, knowing that!”
Charlotte quietly addressed Pyotr.
“Marquis Tuteo.”
“What? What did you just call your own father?”
“You’ll hit me soon if you keep this up.”
Only then did Pyotr snap back to his senses. Seeing his own hand trembling violently, palm splayed wide, he hastily lowered it.
He whipped his head around—people nearby were already glancing their way. Oh, how mortifying…!
Pyotr’s face flushed deeper red. Blue veins bulged on his hands, making them look menacing.
“Still clinging to your dead mother’s memory, wandering like a lost soul. Were you so desperate for her that you went running to your maternal grandparents?”
There are many cruel things in this world.
People are sensitive and perceptive.
A few words can slash through someone like a knife.
“Have you forgotten where your mother’s ashes are buried? Disowning you wasn’t the point! You shouldn’t have been cast out like that—you should’ve been locked away in some corner of the house! They said you wailed like a madwoman for three days and nights, so desperately missing her… and yet you pull this behind my back?”
There had been times like that—wailing for three days and nights, collapsing from exhaustion, crawling on the floor to clutch her mother’s portrait, then wailing again.
“But you weren’t there then, either.”
You speak as if you’d stayed by my side.
“You weren’t there.”
Not even once did you look back when I was dying. So you shouldn’t treat me like this.
“Let me correct a few things. First, my mother’s ashes aren’t there. She’s been properly laid to rest where she belongs—you won’t find her there. Second, don’t pretend you disowned me out of kindness. You already calculated which option was more advantageous, didn’t you?”
Why do you still stand before me with such audacity?
“You didn’t calculate this far, did you?”
Of course you didn’t.
You might have calculated my worth as a marriage prospect, but never this far.
“I didn’t calculate it either. I couldn’t have. Setting aside everything else—why did it have to be that lunatic…!”
Pyotr abruptly cut himself off. The furious red flush on his face slowly drained to pallor.
His gaze landed on Benjamin.
“Seems your usual manner of speech is rather harsh.”
Benjamin trailed off regretfully. Lunatic…
“I’ve heard a few noble factions refer to me that way before.”
Benjamin swallowed, his lips twitching slightly.
But I suppose it’s the first time someone’s dared say it right before my eyes.
“I knew my temperament was foul.”
“…”
“Am I really such a disaster that you’d use that title to my face?”
Benjamin gently touched Charlotte’s ear.
His fingertips tangled in her fiery red hair.
Playing idly with her tightly curled locks, Benjamin chuckled softly.
“Sometimes I wondered whose carelessness you inherited—turns out it was your father’s.”
Benjamin’s hand closed firmly over Charlotte’s shoulder.
“But do you really think you can use that title in front of me?”
Pyotr jerked his head up and cried out,
“It’s a misunderstanding, Your Highness! I merely meant my daughter acted without saying a word…!”
A sharp shout echoing in a quiet place.
And Benjamin’s incongruously gentle smile.
Charlotte felt a chill run through her.
Benjamin murmured softly,
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m speaking. I might just cut out your tongue.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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There is a line in C.S. Lewis’s ‘A Boy and His Horse’ where the son of the sultan mouths off and his father says, “And your life would be short and your death slow had you said it.”
For now, I like him. A good person to join your righteous quest for vengeance.
Then wtf is her given name?!????! Driving up a wall here.