Yustia asked with a trembling voice. She had repeatedly reminded herself not to show any weakness to her subordinates, but she couldn’t make her heart follow suit.
Terot maintained a calm demeanor despite the gravity of his words. In response, Yustia could only furrow her brow.
“The person who has been with Yustia since the preparations for the royal wedding is none other than Terot. The courtly rituals to uphold, and even the smallest words and gestures needed to become the present Yustia, were all things Yustia learned from Terot. Yustia was the only one who completely believed and relied on Terot. So now, Terot was not only Yustia’s closest friend but also someone who could be seen as a motherly figure.
However, Terot, who was usually reassuring, was now just sending a glance as if telling her to be relieved without uttering any words. Yustia suddenly felt scared. It was true that her head had been aching due to her son’s problem, but she didn’t want to exchange places with Terot to get the answer to that problem.
In the belated anxiety that started to rush in, Yustia desperately grabbed Terot’s hand.
“Terot, even now, it’s not too late for us to consider other options….”
“Your Majesty.”
Terot withdrew his hand, which was being held by Yustia, and gently cupped her hand. His face, which seemed confused, appeared almost white, and even his hand felt cold.
Terot took Yustia’s remaining hand and firmly clasped it. Then, he exerted strength to warm her hand thoroughly.
Yustia’s cold hand quickly warmed in Terot’s grasp. Only then did Terot look at Yustia with a compassionate smile.
“Your Majesty, inevitably, there will be hurdles you have to overcome. It may not be as much as Your Majesty thinks, but the Crown Prince is someone I deeply love and cherish as well. I have been guarding him with such feelings for a long time.”
“….”
“However, lately, Your Majesty’s actions have felt somewhat uncertain even to my eyes, which have seen Your Majesty for a long time.”
Recalling the image of Yustia he had seen so far, Terot smiled bitterly. Although he couldn’t reveal his honest feelings before confirming the truth, Terot was certain that the current Crown Prince was not the real Liorian.
Yustia’s eyes couldn’t be deceived even if she tried to deceive herself. It was she who had given birth to him, and it was she who had raised him personally.
But how could she not know? He skillfully pretended to be the real Liorian, but upon careful consideration of his actions, Terot could tell.
He was not Liorian. Terot was convinced of that fact only recently.
However, he was the only one in the palace who was certain of that. Even more than Yustia, his birth mother, Terot knew him better. But it took him a considerable amount of time to notice, and who could think that the current Crown Prince was fake.
Moreover, among those who knew about the twin birth, Terot was the only one, aside from Duke Garnet, risking his life. So, even Terot, who knew better than anyone, took quite some time to be sure. Who would think that the Crown Prince was fake when his appearance was flawless, just like the real one?”
So, Terot couldn’t stop this dangerous situation at this moment. If he didn’t step forward, no one could uncover the truth.
In the midst of this, the only one suffering and withering away was Yustia.
“I know what Your Majesty is worried about. Since I’ve prepared some simple measures, it won’t be that easy for me to be in danger. So, please don’t worry too much and try to calm your mind.”
“Terot, but…”
“Princess Consort will be arriving shortly.”
Even with Terot’s reassurance, Yustia couldn’t easily shake off her anxiety.
Terot looked at Yustia calmly. Then, he calmly made it clear that there was nowhere else to retreat.
Only then did Yustia exhale a deep sigh, her face halfway lost in thought. Terot knew very well that this was a sign of resignation.
Terot silently grabbed Yustia’s shoulders. That was the best support Terot could offer at this moment.
Whether that sentiment was conveyed or not, Yustia, lifting her head towards Terot, soon took a long deep breath.
A few more extended breaths followed. Yustia’s pounding heart seemed to finally regain stability.
At that moment, a maid standing outside the door conveyed a polite message to Yustia.
“Your Majesty, Princess Consort has arrived.”
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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