Stolen Crown Princess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Liurian’s steps toward the bedroom door halted as if it were a lie. At the same time, the crimson eyes fixed in midair began sinking rapidly.
“Have you already forgotten that you’re not the real Liurian?”
“…….”
“Caliph Dwit.”
Caliph Dwit.
The moment that long-forgotten name was spoken, an intense killing intent—unlike anything before—flowed from his silhouette.
Each finger, previously limp and dangling, tensed with strength, then trembled uncontrollably.
Caliph Dwit—that name was both a set of characters he’d utterly erased from memory and a forbidden word no one dared utter.
Yet you—of all people—dared speak it.
Caliph slowly turned around and sharply fixed his gaze on Felix, who still wore a relaxed smile.
“Excessively.”
His softly murmuring lips slowly twisted upward.
“Arrogant.”
Every time he stretched his legs—once stiff as stone—the rage boiling inside surged higher.
“You’re trembling, Felix.”
Caliph gripped his scabbard, ready to draw his sword at any moment.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Even without this, Felix’s attitude had always grated on him. Despite knowing nothing beyond the few stories Caliph himself had told him, Felix always acted as if he knew everything.
This time was no different.
Anything concerning Ibelia was his decision alone. It was none of Felix’s business to lecture him about meeting or avoiding her.
“Felix, you’ve always been like this—acting as if you know everything about me.”
“…….”
“Does that arrogance stem from the courage granted by your meager supernatural ability?”
Caliph made no effort to hide his sneer, displaying it openly. Yet Felix showed no change in emotion whatsoever.
He still held a faint smile and remained utterly composed.
For some reason, that sight became unbearably repulsive.
Only if that damn Felix trembled in fear would this tidal wave of fury subside even slightly.
“Did I ever say I couldn’t kill you just because you possess supernatural abilities?”
“…….”
“I’ll tear that mouth of yours to shreds for spouting such nonsense.”
Caliph aimed the sword in his hand at Felix and strode forward without hesitation, his intent to kill unmistakable.
Soon, Felix stepped within Caliph’s striking range. In that instant, a playful chuckle slipped through the taut tension.
“Oh dear. You’re furious to the tips of your hair.”
Felix, who had kept his arms crossed until then, raised both hands beside his head and pouted—a clear sign he had no intention to attack.
Yet Caliph remained unchanged. He kept his blade pointed at Felix and didn’t wipe away his sneer.
Instead, he curled his lips further and growled,
“Even with a sword before your eyes, you still won’t shut that mouth of yours.”
“If staying silent would make your sword behave, I’d gladly shut up right now.”
“You’re still playing games.”
“Games? Nonsense. Why don’t you calm down a bit instead?”
Felix shrugged, but Caliph didn’t budge an inch.
Perhaps only now did he grasp the seriousness of the situation.
Felix exhaled the breath he’d been holding and pleaded,
“Don’t forget—I’m your absolute ally. Even telling you not to see Ibelia for now was all for your own good.”
His eyebrows drawn together made him look genuinely aggrieved, but Caliph’s expression only grew colder.
“If you dare utter Ibelia’s name once more with that deceitful mouth of yours, it won’t end with just pointing a sword.”
Caliph glared at Felix with icy eyes, roaring savagely. Only then did Felix realize he’d made another mistake.
“Alright, I’ll do as you say. So how about you lower that sword now?”
Felix shook his head. He’d long known Caliph harbored an insane level of obsession and possessiveness toward Ibelia—but he hadn’t expected it to be this extreme.
Even hearing her name spoken upset him this much.
Moreover, the sharp tip of the blade still aimed at him clearly showed his anger hadn’t subsided.
What had made him so furious?
Felix sighed deeply, frustrated by Caliph’s overly emotional reaction.
“I understand you’re angry, but sorry—this won’t kill me. Unless, of course, you’re some immensely powerful mage.”
Felix gave a small laugh at the end, then stretched his leg toward Caliph’s sword. Without hesitation, he grabbed the blade barehanded and pressed it against his own throat.
Though clearly shocking, Felix appeared not just calm but utterly detached—so much so it bordered on indifference. He even muttered in a bored tone,
“See? A blade like this can’t even give me a scratch.”
Caliph frowned. He hadn’t truly believed he could kill Felix, but witnessing firsthand that not even a tiny wound appeared filled him with indescribable emptiness.
Though it showed on his face, Felix paid no mind and added,
“As I’ve said many times, I want you to achieve your desires more than anyone else. And if I can help in that process, I’d be overjoyed.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“That really hurts, Caliph. Stop being so negative all the time and try thinking positively for once. Maybe I’m more useful than you think.”
“Your mouth is useless from the start.”
Caliph grumbled irritably and flung the sword in his hand away in frustration.
The killing intent radiating from him remained, but it was still a relief—it meant pointless bickering could be avoided.
Felix narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully gauging Caliph’s mood before cautiously licking his lips.
“Caliph, as you know, I’ve been sealed away, asleep for hundreds of years. Well, ‘asleep’ is just a figure of speech—my consciousness was always awake. Do you have any idea how boring it is to lie completely still for so long, watching time pass?”
Felix lowered his eyes further, appealing emotionally. He wondered if it had come to this, but a thirsty man must dig his own well.
Felix found Caliph quite intriguing—enough that he wanted to keep him close and observe him for a long time, if possible.
“I genuinely want to help you. I have no desire whatsoever to upset you.”
“…….”
“So talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Unlike his earlier tone, his voice now ended plainly yet carried a hint of sincerity.
Of course, Caliph’s resolve didn’t waver. But his sunken crimson eyes were filled with deep contemplation.
He had no desire whatsoever to reveal his plans to Felix. Yet if Felix kept provoking him like today under that excuse… he’d need a solution.
Just focusing on Ibelia alone was already splitting Caliph’s head open.
If Felix also shattered his composure, he’d inevitably make a mistake—regardless of his will—and ruin everything.
Merely thinking about it brought overwhelming exhaustion and a sense of loss.
In the end, he had no choice. It was safe to assume Felix—who couldn’t be defeated by his own strength—would never willingly leave his side.
“I’ll strengthen Ibelia. So no one can ever threaten her.”
Caliph furrowed his brow and roughly ran his fingers through his hair. Yet his voice, revealing thoughts he’d kept locked inside, remained calm.
“Strengthen Ibelia? How?”
Felix’s eyes widened in surprise. That was unexpected. He’d assumed Caliph, blinded by obsession and possessiveness, would recklessly rush to see Ibelia—but it seemed he’d misjudged him.
He looked at Caliph with keen interest, ears perked.
“I’ll turn those who already hold power—or those likely to gain it—into allies of mine and Ibelia’s. To do that, I must first strengthen my own power.”
“If they already hold power, aren’t they already aligned with the Empress and Emperor?”
“Exactly.”
“You intend to make them your own people? Isn’t that far too reckless?”
“…There’s no other way. Ibelia’s safety must be guaranteed above all else at every moment. To achieve that, we need to bring to our side those with enough strength to protect her.”
A sigh, oddly mismatched with his firm tone, escaped him.
Caliph closed his eyes tightly. A headache suddenly pressed in—perhaps because voicing vague thoughts made them feel startlingly real.
This journey would be far harder than he’d imagined, all the way to bringing this matter to a perfect ending.
But he had to succeed. Hadn’t he endured this far by giving everything he had?
Caliph steeled his resolve once more and fixed his gaze on Felix.
“I don’t know how you’ll prove your usefulness, but one thing’s certain—the Empress is sharper than you think. So whatever you do, move as quickly as possible without arousing her suspicion.”
“As quickly as possible, huh… Do you have a concrete plan?”
“I’ll maximize the inevitable events that will soon befall Liurian, to empower Ibelia without drawing the Empress’s suspicion. It will begin with the victory banquet.”
Caliph clenched his fists tightly and bit out the words with unwavering determination. Felix’s eyes briefly sparkled as he watched him.
In that moment, he recalled how Caliph had abruptly gone to Ibelia at noon to inform her they’d attend the victory banquet together.
So that wasn’t a thoughtless, reckless act after all.
“Caliph, so you had a plan all along?”
Felix smiled at Caliph with genuine interest.
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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