Certainly, here’s the translated passage, making sure to retain the names and genders of the characters:
He was so interested in lifting his curse that he seemed to devour even such legendary tales.
Even next to the bookshelf were specimens of butterflies, preserved by type.
They were all alive, caught and preserved with chemicals.
Seeing this, Asha’s body shivered again.
Perhaps he had been eagerly waiting for the day the butterfly would come to him.
Though he would be greatly disappointed that the butterfly came from a minority race, he may not have known that capturing him might not be as difficult as he thought.
There was a glimmer of hope.
Asha closed the book and now tidied his desk.
Karaf hated it when the documents he was reading were elsewhere or if someone even slightly touched them.
The story of a single piece of paper flying away and almost costing a servant’s life was so famous that no one would not know it.
After that incident, the servants only carefully removed the dust on the desk and did not touch the scattered papers at all, so his desk looked very messy and chaotic to the naked eye.
But Asha knew how he organized the documents, so she boldly reached out.
She began to organize not by similar matters, but by sorting them from urgent to complex matters that required deep thought.
What was urgent could be roughly inferred by the date on the document and how far it was from his pen.
Karaf was the type to push nonurgent matters far away as soon as a pile of documents came in.
When the desk was organized, it shone without a speck of dust.
Asha placed a cushion on the sofa, opened the window, shook it, and returned with a very satisfied face to put a flower on his barren desk.
Next, she left the room with a bold stride to tidy up his bedroom.
[This is the time separator]After finishing the meeting and returning to the office, Karaf paused slightly at the door with a refreshing breeze and the smell of rosemary as soon as he opened the door.
For some reason, it felt alien, as if it was not the room where he usually worked.
He soon found out why.
His eyes cooled as he saw that the documents on his desk were neatly organized.
“Who dared to touch my desk?”
The chief servant was sweating profusely as he spoke.
“It’s that… Vanessa has taken over the cleaning of your office today…”
Karaf only then realized that he had given the order and said, “Ah.”
He flicked his bangs with a very annoyed face and sat at his desk, examining the organized documents.
He had a headache thinking it would surely be arranged arbitrarily, but his eyes slowly widened as he turned one page after another.
“……”
As he continued to look through the documents silently with a serious face, the chief servant felt his lips drying out.
There would certainly be a displeasure.
He regretted not telling her to never touch His Majesty’s desk, even if it killed her.
Unlike the poor chief servant who was quickly thinking of his will, Karaf was quite shocked right now.
He muttered to himself without knowing it.
“How can it be like this……”
At his words, the chief servant, as if waiting, bowed to the floor with his eyes closed.
“Your Majesty, I have committed a sin deserving death.”
However, the chief servant opened his eyes again at his continuing words. Karaf muttered with a very serious face.
“How can it be so perfect?”
The chief servant looked up at him in surprise, but for a different reason.
“Is it really what that woman organized?”
“Yes? Yes! Vanessa was the only one to enter Your Majesty’s office today.”
“Has she ever been in charge of the palace, politics, or foreign affairs before?”
“……Yes?”
The Chief Steward blinked, not knowing what to say. Karaf, too, thought it was a ridiculous question he himself had asked, and shook his head.
“No. That’s not possible.”
She was a minority. Always on the run, struggling to fill her hungry belly, she could not have possibly done such a significant task.
If it had just been good cleaning, it would have been understandable. But seeing the organized and orderly arrangement of each document, it was simply unbelievable.
Karaf was sure she hadn’t learned properly and did not particularly hide any important papers.
It was filled with tiresome characters, and he hadn’t thought she would even be interested in what was quite a headache to him, let alone understand it.
Karaf lifted his head, then suddenly found a vase with pretty rosemary on the desk and stopped again, paused.
[Rosemary: A plant that reduces anxiety and stress, and calms the mind and headaches. Keep it near and smell its fragrance often.]He was at a loss for words once more, looking at the elegant handwriting on the note.
‘How did she know I often have headaches and am tense…?’
Could this also be the butterfly’s ability?
She, who had never met him and had only heard rumors of him as a tyrant since she was young.
But with just one look, her behavior, as if she saw through everything, left Karaf quite shocked.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
