“I will do my best to break Your Majesty’s curse and make the flower bloom. It’s something I’ve agonized over countless times, and above all, that’s why I returned here. If I truly succeed in that task… then, Your Majesty, please grant my request.”
Kharaf’s lips barely moved.
Even though she had once died because of him, she was staying by his side, talking about lifting the curse.
He couldn’t bring himself to ask her not to leave him until the end.
Ashah looked at him with a hint of sorrow.
It was as if she had the firm and gentle face of a mother without any wavering.
He soon lowered his head.
Her touch, gently stroking his head, was so soft and warm that if he became more greedy here, he felt he might lose everything at once.
With a wistful gaze, Ashah spoke.
“You used to ask me what I wanted. In truth, there was one thing I truly wanted, something I never had in my entire life.”
When Kharaf looked at her, Ashah spoke.
“It’s ‘freedom.’ Your Majesty, please give me the freedom you couldn’t give me in the past. I might involuntarily repeat regression until I succeed in enlightening Your Majesty. Please don’t let me waste this long life in vain. Don’t confine me in the prison of time.”
After a long silence, Kharaf finally uttered a word as if releasing a held breath.
“…I need time to make a decision.”
“Then I will wait.”
Just as he had given her time to think in the past, she also wanted to give him a chance.
Ashah finished speaking, raised one hand politely to her chest, and bowed her head.
It was a sign of respecting him as an emperor again.
Unable to show such a pitiful sight to her anymore, Kharaf forced himself up from the chair.
Standing in place, he swayed once but soon opened the iron bars and went outside.
Before leaving the prison, he turned his head to look at Ashah.
With eyes filled with various emotions, he gazed at her and eventually walked out of the prison, staggering.
Durran, possibly acting on his orders, soon came and stood guard personally.
He brought water, blankets, and towels for Ashah without saying a word.
After a while, Ashah quietly called him as he stood guard in front of the iron bars.
“…Durran.”
Durran, who was facing the other way, immediately turned his head.
“Yes, Baroness. Please speak.”
Looking at him, Ashah asked with a somewhat sad look in her eyes.
“Is Jackal… severely injured?”
“…”
Durran, who had tortured him personally, didn’t answer, slightly bowed his head, and remained silent.
Looking at him, Ashah said,
“Please let me see Jackal.”
He had previously shown discretion by letting Shafie and herself meet. He wasn’t a man devoid of blood and tears like Kharaf.
Durran hesitated and said,
“But…”
“I’m begging you. I know you prioritize His Majesty’s safety above all. But meeting Jackal is also for His Majesty’s safety. Please trust me.”
Surprised by her words, Durran turned back to look at her.
Ashah looked at him with a serious expression and spoke once again.
“If you wish, you can witness the conversation directly. There’s something I must say to him. Please let me meet Jackal just one last time.”
Ashah walked along with Durran through the damp and long underground prison corridor.
With each step, an unpleasant sound echoed beneath their feet.
In an environment even more deteriorated than when she went to meet the minority prisoner last time, Ashah walked with an anxious expression, biting her lower lip to remain unseen.
This notorious prison, where criminals were said to die unnoticed, had not seen a ray of sunlight, and the air was so damp that it truly felt like being inside the ‘hall of death.’
Finally, a massive iron door appeared at the innermost part of the corridor.
As Durran unlocked layers of padlocks with iron chains and opened the door, a dark cell space revealed itself with the heavy sound of the iron door scraping against the floor.
Durran turned to her and spoke solemnly.
“…It’s just for a short while. I’ll quietly observe from behind, so consider me nonexistent and have a comfortable conversation between the two of you.”
Ashah nodded.
She had no intention of having a secretive conversation as if plotting a conspiracy.
She just wanted to know if Jackal was unharmed.
As they walked into the dark cell, Durran hung a torch on the wall to illuminate the interior.
However, at that moment, when Jackal’s horrifying appearance was revealed in the light, Ashah let out a short scream and covered her mouth with both hands.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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