The structure of the imperial palace was very complex, and during the banquet, security was tightened two or three times due to the participation of various nobles.
Above all, the short time to approach Asha to reveal his identity and persuade her to flee would also be difficult.
She went to the imperial palace on her own to save Ricaon, and she would never choose a dangerous path…
He was lost in thought for a long time, then opened his mouth seriously.
“I have to go myself.”
“What?”
The captain looked at him in surprise.
“I will go to the imperial palace to meet Asha first.”
His blue eyes deepened.
“I will infiltrate the imperial palace as a horse first, so you wait near the monastery with the organization members on the last day of the festival. Aim for the moment when the butterfly is appointed and rescue Asha.”
The captain’s eyes widened even more, but after quickly thinking it over, he felt that this method was likely the most successful approach for now.
Especially on the last day of the festival, countless people, nobles, and commoners alike, flocked to the vicinity of the monastery to see the newly appointed imperial butterfly.
Escaping through the massive crowd would be difficult, but it was much more advantageous to hide among people in the open space rather than the narrow and complex imperial palace.
Even the Cactus Knights wouldn’t recklessly shoot arrows in a situation where ordinary people might be hit.
In a large crowd, the disadvantage was not on the side of the one being chased, but on the chasers.
‘Of course, with Asha’s skills, she can accurately hit whoever she wants with an arrow…’
Jackal, who had unknowingly thought of her, smiled bitterly.
Her voice, which called him ‘Shepi’, like a gentle spring breeze, lingered in his ear.
After Asha left, he had been like a cicada shell, feeling nothing.
But as a small smile appeared on his lips for the first time, the captain felt somewhat relieved.
Jackal rolled up the map again and tossed it in the corner, saying,
“Keep the detailed discussion a secret from the organization members and just perfectly plan the route and rescue operation at the monastery, then convey it.”
“Yes.”
Since the only person in the organization who knew his identity was the captain, who was like Ricaon’s secretary, Jackal only discussed tactics with him.
The others might feel left out, but he had always consulted with the captain, so they all understood.
The Ricaons were shocked to hear that Asha was the butterfly, but they all agreed to rescue her from the tyrant.
Especially when they heard that she was captured to save them, they all cried, ready to rush out to rescue her right away.
When they were told to leave the organization, they resisted, but now they were causing a ruckus with bottles of alcohol, saying they needed to get her back, and the captain was really sweating trying to calm down Gevbe.
Jackal walked to the window and sneakily looked up at the moonlit night sky.
Suddenly, he recalled the peaceful night he last spent with Asha.
That day, he regretted not confessing his feelings to her over and over again.
Would it be a little different this time?
When I meet you again… then, will I be able to tell you my secret?
Will I be able to confess my true feelings to you?
Under the moonlight, his turquoise hair once again took on a violet hue.
Jackal quietly placed the wooden carving he had made with his dagger on the window sill where the moonlight shone.
It felt like madness to sit still when she was captured, so he had made it to organize his thoughts.
It was the first meaningful carving he had ever made, always having carved without meaning before.
Looking intently at the carving where Asha’s face was intricately engraved, he muttered,
“Just wait a little. I will come to rescue you soon…”
His rugged, calloused fingertips carefully brushed from Asha’s eyes to her hair. That touch was very affectionate and poignant.
The lieutenant, watching him, quietly stepped aside.
The night passed with many thoughts for each, and in no time, the day of the festival arrived.
(This is a time separator.)
The ‘Flower Festival’ of the Etzheim Empire was the largest event in the empire, lasting a total of one week.
It was composed of the first day, symbolizing the period when the seed sprouts, five days symbolizing the five petals that protect the royal family, and finally, the blossoming ceremony, especially on the last day when there was an official butterfly ordination in the monastery.
Asha got up at dawn to prepare for the festival’s beginning, the ‘Flower Ball,’ a dance party.
At the emperor’s command, Ella and a few servants bathed her, changed her clothes, and adorned her hair from dawn.
The fact that she was a butterfly was still a secret, but everyone served her with joy.
They all had grown fond of Asha from the last incident, and prejudice and hatred towards minorities had disappeared.
Asha bathed, buried in rose leaves that filled the bathtub, and received a fullbody massage with the fragrant oil that the emperor loved.
After the massage, the real decoration began.
Asha was one of the most beautiful butterflies from the common people, exuding an elegant and aristocratic atmosphere.
As she was adorned, she looked as if she had golden wings on her back.
The servants who adorned her with dresses and jewelry became excited and helped her with even more passion.
Asha finished all the adornments and wore an accessory elegantly decorated with black roses and silver rose vines on her head.
It would implicitly show that she was the emperor’s butterfly.
Asha knew better than anyone how much the world of the nobles was steeped in falsehood and illusion through her previous palace life.
In this Flower Ball, she had to appear more glamorous, rare, and insurmountable than any other woman in the world.
Thus, she would completely capture the emperor’s heart.
Asha headed to the ballroom with determined eyes, shining brightly.
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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