Sorry, the Patricidal Tyrant Seems Beastly (1 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
A faint herbal scent wafted through Aaron’s apothecary.
Aaron seated Charlotte in the apothecary and left, saying he’d bring some tea.
It had been a long time since she’d been here too.
The apothecary held only a simple cabinet and a patient’s cot.
Just then, Aaron entered, opening the apothecary door.
“Sit comfortably. I have no proper drink, so I brought some herbal decoction. It should help calm your mind and body.”
Aaron was about the same age as her maternal grandfather.
His slightly curly white hair gave him an unexpectedly gentle impression.
“Did you see your mother off properly?”
“Yes. Thanks to you, I was able to see her off well.”
“I’d wondered what had happened these past few days. You seemed like a completely different person.”
“It’s not like I’ve changed. I’m the same as always.”
Though only a few weeks had passed for Aaron, over a decade had gone by for Charlotte.
Aaron remained exactly as she remembered him.
In the worn apothecary building, deep-set wrinkles between his brows gave him a stern look.
“I thought it only right to inform you myself of your mother’s passing.”
“Has it really been three weeks already? Your visits suddenly stopped, so I’d suspected as much. It felt as though your mother’s final moments were near. Still, hearing it from your own lips feels strangely unsettling.”
This was the girl speaking so casually of her own mother’s death.
Had it really been only a few weeks since she lost her?
Yet the child spoke as if recounting some distant tale from long ago.
Her eyes lingered far in the past, as though pulling up an ancient memory.
“What a strange child you are.”
Aaron recognized Benjamin and bowed his head slightly.
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
“A familiar face indeed.”
“What would an old man like me have to do with the Imperial family? You must be mistaken.”
Aaron bowed awkwardly.
His aged back was stooped, and his knees were stiff and unsteady.
“Even an old man running a shack of an apothecary knows noble blood when he sees it.”
Grumbling, Aaron pushed himself up with his hands on his knees.
“Wait a moment. Let this old man fetch something for you.”
Charlotte sat on the wooden floor of the apothecary.
The herbal fragrance filled the air here as well.
“Don’t trouble yourself further, old man. We’ll take our leave now.”
Aaron, stooped over, saw them to the door.
“I’ve packed some herbs for you.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t do it to hear your thanks. Hmph! What sort of child are you, so quick to say thank you?”
“I understand, Aaron.”
“Don’t go running around recklessly and scraping your knees like a child again. Take care of yourself first. Only when you’re well will your path ahead be smooth.”
The herbs Aaron prepared were wrapped in a white envelope.
Though tied loosely with a rubber band, the envelope remained spotless, untouched by any grime.
“I’ve included painkillers for Your Highness as well. Both of you, guard your lives carefully.”
Aaron scolded them without hesitation.
Though old and near death, he stood unbowed even before the might of the Imperial family.
“Anything else you’re curious about?”
She nearly forgot the purpose of their visit. Aaron gestured for her to speak.
“Do you know of something called ‘Luphetic illness’?”
“It’s an unfamiliar term, though I feel I’ve heard it before. Why do you ask?”
“Could you possibly look into this illness for me?”
Luphetic illness was the disease that had taken her life.
It wouldn’t matter for another decade or so, so there was no immediate urgency—but neither could she afford to be complacent.
“Go on home now.”
Charlotte gave him a smooth, gentle smile.
[This is the timeline separator]It was nearing sunset.
After leaving Aaron’s apothecary, the two walked alone along the roadside, strolling as they went.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here too.”
Charlotte walked ahead, with Benjamin following behind.
“Was this a place you visited often?”
“When Mother was still alive, yes. I often came here for walks on my way back from the apothecary alone.”
Charlotte passed a familiar empty lot with ease and reached the very edge of the land.
Before them stretched a sheer cliff. Charlotte stood right at its brink.
The view below opened wide and clear.
The sky slowly turned crimson with the evening glow, and she gazed down into the abyss.
“Did you figure it out?”
Benjamin asked Charlotte.
“Figure out what?”
“That apothecary.”
He was referring to Aaron.
“It’s been a long time.”
“He looked familiar, didn’t he?”
“He was the apothecary Mother kept close to her.”
No matter how vast the Empire might be, people’s fates always brushed against one another, however briefly.
“Did Aaron tell you himself?”
“Her Majesty the Empress was executed, and he’s been hiding quietly ever since. He wouldn’t have told me directly.”
“Then how?”
“I happened to see his identification plate. His skill was excellent, yet it seemed odd for someone like him to hide away in a shack like that.”
She later learned that Aaron had ties to the Empress.
She’d once accidentally seen him secretly keeping an Imperial identification plate.
Back then, she’d pretended not to notice.
With her mother’s illness and everything else, she’d had no energy to spare for such matters.
‘Only now do I have the leisure to recall it.’
Charlotte swept her hair back and glanced sideways at Benjamin.
“You must have been somewhat glad to see him.”
“I’m not sure if he felt the same.”
“We can visit him again later.”
From behind, Benjamin gently touched Charlotte’s slender nape.
“Are you wearing your necklace again today?”
His gaze settled on the chain around her neck.
It was the glacial stone necklace prepared during their engagement—supposedly ice that never melted.
Its transparent, bluish hue set it apart from any ordinary gem.
“Still, it’s cold. Don’t wear it too often.”
“Huh?”
“They say it’s bad for you if your body gets too cold…”
Benjamin’s fingertips brushed the gem. A chill seeped into his fingers.
“It’s cold.”
“But you said it was too flashy and would draw unwanted attention.”
“Ah, yes. I did say that.”
Splendor beguiles the eyes. Beauty captures attention—and breeds malice.
Because of that, he’d earned quite a few enemies.
“Anyway.”
Benjamin’s fingertips stiffened. His thick fingers paused briefly, then settled around Charlotte’s shoulder.
“How many of my men did I leave behind?”
“You told the guards to stand down so we could walk alone for a while, didn’t you?”
“No, not that.”
Benjamin patted Charlotte’s shoulder lightly.
“I noticed a few shadows trailing us.”
His gaze drifted into the distance.
“I thought they were stray dogs, but are they someone else’s pets?”
“Huh?”
“How irritating.”
Benjamin moved Charlotte behind him.
“Wait here, Charles.”
Charlotte glanced once more toward the fading sky and pressed down her robe.
The sunset slowly dimmed. Watching Benjamin’s back, she asked,
“Who’s there?”
Benjamin murmured, lips barely moving,
“I suppose I’ll find out once I look.”
His steps gradually slowed. His languid, bored gait came to a halt.
“Three? Or four?” he muttered, then tilted his head with a faint smile.
He whispered toward a specific spot,
“Found you.”
His tone was low and flat, yet carried a hint of mild pleasure—as if saying, ‘So you were there after all.’
Benjamin reached out and seized their necks as though yanking up tree roots.
Three men in shabby clothes stood there.
“Ugh! Ack!”
Benjamin rolled his eyes in bewilderment. What was this? The flustered men tangled together and tumbled to the ground.
They curled into tight balls, rolling on the dirt before burying their faces in the earth.
“Too clumsy to be assassins.”
Holding their necks, Benjamin clicked his tongue as if examining some odd creature.
“I let you be since you showed no killing intent… But do you really think I’d just walk past while you press your heads into the dirt?”
“Y-Your Highness! P-Please wait a moment!”
Benjamin spoke in a gentle tone, yet his killing intent remained unmistakable.
‘Pretending to be kind doesn’t make you kind.’
Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair and stepped forward.
“So it’s you…”
How could I possibly forget those faces?
“Did Father send you?”
They were servants of the Tuteo House. Charlotte walked past them indifferently.
“What are you doing here?”
“A-Ah, Miss! Please spare us! We were just…!”
Charlotte stopped right beside their heads.
“Has Father fixated on something absurd again? Why are you lurking here?”
“We—we were only following the Head’s orders!”
“So why?”
“J-Just… nothing else, truly!”
Charlotte massaged her stiff neck. She was tired. This was starting to wear on her.
“Useless entanglements again, Charles.”
Benjamin bluntly labeled the Tuteo House as ‘useless’ without hesitation.
“Let’s deal with this filth first.”
With a monotonous gesture, he released them.
“It’s hard to just let them keep tailing us.”
Being followed wasn’t exactly pleasant. Benjamin looked down at Charlotte and whispered in a lazy tone,
“Shall we get rid of them for now?”
“What should we do?”
“If it were me, I’d just push them off the cliff.”
He let his sentence trail off.
“You’re weak.”
“Huh?”
“Wouldn’t it be hard for someone as weak as you?”
Benjamin shook his hands clean and wiped his palms with a handkerchief.
“I held back because I thought I should be careful in front of you.”
“…”
“I really should’ve disposed of them quietly.”
He’d mistaken them for petty thieves.
He could’ve folded those bodies in half and tossed them over the cliff. Benjamin lowered his head and locked eyes with them.
“Charles.”
Benjamin turned to Charlotte and asked,
“Do you know why these men are acting this way?”
They wouldn’t be lurking here without reason. She had a guess of her own.
“They must have been waiting for me to be alone.”
They were Father’s servants sent from the Tuteo House.
They needed Charlotte alone first before they could do anything.
“So they intended to take me back to the Tuteo House—or not—once I was by myself.”
Suddenly, a sense of emptiness washed over her.
What had those past years been like? In her previous life, Charlotte had died alone.
No one came for her; she faced her final moments by herself. The woman who cried out in her last breath had simply perished.
She’d died once—and only now had she been disowned. Yet here they were, finally seeking her out.
In such a pitiful manner, no less.
Benjamin blinked, surprised.
“So, what did you plan to do once I was alone?”
Benjamin crouched down before the men’s heads.
“Go ahead.”
“…”
“Drag them away.”
His words fell flat and sharp, one after another.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Which trope do you dislike more: Academy arc or Hunting Festival arc?
Dude. You have only known her for about three weeks.
So sad when children are utterly deprived of the culturally normal interactions