Watching me drink, he called over Rotheo and seemed to be talking for a while. Soon, servants entered with more food, quickly filling the already bountiful table.
‘There’s already so much food, why…’
It seemed unnecessary to ask. His eyes clearly indicated to continue eating.
Already full and drowsy, I reluctantly picked up my spoon again under his piercing gaze.
‘…Am I bothering him no matter what I do?’
It seems Leuys dislikes me more than I thought… no, he seems to loathe me.
Perhaps my desire to maintain a good relationship until I leave was too ambitious.
For the first time since living at the Ibel Count’s house, I felt suffocated.
After breakfast, I dragged my heavy body to the office.
By the end of the meal, I felt like the food had reached my throat, and sure enough, I soon felt terribly nauseous.
‘I must have overeaten…’
This was the second time I felt sick because of Leuys.
Ignoring my discomfort, I tried to continue working, but soon, Druin noticed my condition.
“Your Highness, are you alright? You look very pale.”
In just a moment, my nausea worsened, and cold sweat began. Druin, closely observing my face, was alarmed and quickly stood up.
“I’ll call the doctor right away!”
If I call the doctor, Leuys will find out, won’t he?
For a moment, Leuys’ sarcastic voice crossed my mind.
Accusing me of feigning illness to inconvenience him, or protesting in such a manner over a mere comment.
‘Peria once said that when someone you dislike is sick, it’s even more irritating to see them…’
I couldn’t show my sick self to someone who even found my eating bothersome. I hurriedly stopped Druin, who looked ready to rush off.
“Druin…! It’s not serious enough to call a doctor.”
“But Your Highness…”
“Really. I think I just have a mild case of indigestion. If it doesn’t get better after taking medicine, then I’ll call the doctor.”
Druin hesitated but eventually brought me some over-the-counter medicine instead of calling the doctor.
“Thank you, Druin.”
“If it gets even a little worse, please tell me. You must.”
“I will.”
Fortunately, after taking the digestive aid and some time passing, the feeling of indigestion somewhat subsided. But strangely, my body still felt limp and heavy.
Then, a slightly different kind of stomach pain began to spread, prompting me to excuse myself from Druin and leave the office much earlier than usual.
Walking back to my room, I had to stop several times because my body felt so weak. Dizzy and unwell, I realized…
“This is why I’ve been feeling more tired.”
It seemed my menstrual cycle was starting.
As soon as I arrived in my room, I took the painkillers Druin had given me, but as expected, they didn’t work well.
Eventually, I dragged my heavy feet to the bed and flopped down carelessly.
I never had much relief from menstrual pain, and lying down was the only way to endure it, spending days just lying motionless.
‘At least it’s not as cold as the storage room here.’
Though I had no strength, the warm blanket wrapped around me seemed to improve my mood.
‘It’s warm…’
Yes. Even when in pain, it’s a relief not being in a cold storage room.
Thinking of the past, both a feeling of gloom and relief from being away from the Ibel Count’s house came to me. Hoping this wasn’t just a dream I’d wake from, I closed my eyes.
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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