Sonya’s face involuntarily reddened with embarrassment.
Having called him without knowing his name, she realized it might have been impolite.
Especially as the memory surfaced of when she tried to soothe his snout without knowing he was the leader, and he tried to touch her hand with a carrot, her face now resembled a burning sweet potato.
Sonya bowed her head deeply and extended a basket with both hands.
“I-I came to deliver this! It’s from Banetsa-nim.”
Jakal received the basket and lowered his gaze to inspect its contents.
The basket was neatly arranged with top-quality medicinal herbs used in the palace, ointments, powdered medicine, and first aid supplies such as bandages.
Jakal’s gaze deepened.
It reminded him of Aisha, who, when they first met in the snowfield or when she was in the palace stable, had prepared things he might need in a basket.
Sonya lifted her head, determined, and said, “Banetsa-nim asked me to pass on this message. She hopes you’re doing well in the palace, and until the day you meet Shephy again, she wishes you good health. Banetsa-nim will take good care of me by your side, so please don’t worry.”
Sonya’s kind concern for the two of them seemed evident in her expression and eyes.
Jakal felt somewhat relieved that there was such a good maid by Aisha’s side.
In gratitude, Jakal closed his eyes briefly, bowed his head slightly, and looked at Sonya, and said, “When I was Shephy, I greeted her like this.”
Recognizing the gesture, Sonya burst into genuine laughter.
Jakal took something out of his bosom and presented it.
“Please give this to her.”
In his hand lay a small blue pouch.
“Yes, I will!”
Sonya joyfully received the pouch and cradled it in her arms, then walked back with light steps.
Jakal, along with his fellow Rikaons, continued on their way.
Aisha kept gazing through the hallway window until the dots of their figures disappeared completely from sight.
Then, she looked up at the night sky and prayed with clasped hands.
“Please protect Mr. Jakal.”
When Sonya returned, she quickly noticed Aisha standing in the corridor.
“Banetsa-nim! The leader wanted me to give this to you!”
At the title ‘leader,’ Aisha also smiled.
But when she opened the blue pouch, her eyes became wistful.
Inside was a small wooden figurine.
It was a carving of herself riding on Shephy’s back.
With her hair untied and facing forward like a warrior, an arrow in her mouth, Shephy gazed at her with one raised foreleg.
The carving was so intricate that it seemed to come to life.
Although everything was made of wood, the crown on her head was made of gold.
Aisha, who recognized Jakal’s work at a glance, felt her heart swell with emotion.
His hobby of carving wood held no meaning for him, but it only gained significance after meeting her.
According to the customs of the minority, objects made with strong desires are said to be imbued with mysterious power.
Jakal crafted this sculpture with a sincere wish only for her safety.
Even if they were far apart, he hoped this sculpture would protect her and bring her good fortune.
After giving the wooden figurine a peck, Aisha returned to her room and placed it preciously by the bedside.
Looking at the sculpture, it felt like Shephy was right by her side no matter where or when.
After a few days, the second blooming ceremony arrived.
The blooming ceremony originally invited all the citizens to the monastery on the last day of the flower festival, a grand event for the empire.
But this time, prioritizing the safety of the emperor, Banetsa, and the citizens due to the possible attacks, only the royal family and monastery residents were allowed to attend.
It was the first time in history that the blooming ceremony was held twice in a year, and it happened unexpectedly in various ways for Crown Prince Karaf.
As Aisha, now dressed in a new robe, did not ride a horse this time, Karaf, with his somewhat faded complexion, extended a hand.
Looking at Aisha, Karaf offered his hand as they walked together to the altar.
It symbolized the two of them looking in the same direction, walking the path together.
Noble spectators, who had already heard numerous rumors and looked somewhat surprised, gazed at the two with curious expressions.
Some nobles muttered among themselves, but the palace servants all blessed the two with moved expressions.
Sonya clasped her hands tightly and prayed to Etzheim for Aisha’s happiness.
As Aisha approached the altar of the monastery, she suddenly recalled what a minority concubine had said in the past.
“Go to the monastery. Because he’s a butterfly, you might recognize him instinctively. Like the emperor, he is a man who harbors the manifestation of flowers in his heart.”
As Aisha turned her gaze, she slowly scanned all the nobles and priests gathered here.
For some reason, the man referred to as the second flower seemed to be related to breaking Karaf’s curse.
If I truly have ‘butterfly intuition,’ this thought I have now might be correct, and I might even recognize who that man is.
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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