Wild horse Jackal, blinking like an innocent horse who knew nothing, brought his head to the nearby water container and gulped down the water as if he was thirsty.
He also casually ate the hay next to it.
“Hey, look carefully. Does that look like a person to you? No matter how I look at it, it’s a horse.”
“It, it’s strange! That can’t be……!”
“You saw something wrong in your drunken state!”
The man hit the servant’s head.
“Get a grip! You drunkard.”
“No, listen to me……”
The servant spoke, wrapping his head as if wronged, but the man spoke with an even more ferocious face.
“How dare you drink so recklessly in front of Vanessa’s cherished horse? Be grateful that I’m not reporting this to His Majesty. If it were me, you would be fired immediately. Do you understand?”
The servant, dejected and wronged, sneaked glances at Jackal with a resentful face.
But Jackal calmly closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
The man, whose memory was vague from drinking, went back, wondering if he really had seen something wrong.
As soon as they closed the door and left, Jackal transformed back into a human and spat out a straw.
He swept his chest and sighed with relief.
Fortunately, he seemed not to have been discovered.
Earlier, Jackal had dragged an unconscious man to a room, then headed for the warehouse where the alcohol was stored.
Fortunately, the warehouse was not far from the stable.
It was a lucky moment that he had familiarized himself with the complex layout of the palace before infiltrating it.
Jackal came back with many bottles of alcohol and poured them, drop by drop, into the unconscious man’s mouth.
‘I’m sorry.’
He poured one bottle entirely, emptied another bottle, and wet the top of another to make it look like it had been halfdrunk.
He had narrowly averted the crisis with wit, but it seemed he needed to be more careful about transforming into a human now.
Surely that servant would be watching him closely for a long time even after sobering up.
Jackal brushed back his sweatsoaked hair.
He had to meet Asha and reveal his identity before the ceremony, which was troublesome.
(This is a time separator.)
At dawn, when everyone was asleep, Asha suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness.
When she got up, Karaf had moved to the sofa and fallen asleep, and there were bags of medicine and bottles of alcohol on the desk in front of him.
Whether he had not been able to sleep for a long time after she had fallen asleep, he seemed to have consumed too much alcohol and medicine.
Asha slightly bent her knee and sat down, silently observing his sleeping face.
He was truly fast asleep, breathing regularly and not stirring, even though he was a tyrant when awake, but his sleeping face looked like an innocent child with his fierce expression relaxed.
That appearance felt somewhat bitter.
Suddenly, the blackhaired boy she had met when he fainted before came to mind.
A child, wounded by thorns and unloved even by his mother.
Somehow his sleeping face looked as sad as the expression the boy had worn.
‘The cursed flower…….’
There must have been more to that nickname affixed to Karaf than merely being unable to bloom.
Asha still didn’t know exactly what curse had been laid on him.
Feeling pity, Asha reached out to him, but her hand stopped in midair without touching him.
Asha’s eyes widened slightly.
Suddenly, she thought this was an opportunity.
Now was the time when all the servants were asleep, and Karaf was also sleeping deeply, intoxicated by alcohol.
She had to ask that spy from the minority race something.
Karaf probably had not obtained any information from that man today.
So he had nightmares and looked so anxious when he came looking for her.
That man would rather die under torture than reveal to Karaf how to break the curse.
But she might be able to get a small clue from him.
Because he was from the same minority race as her.
That man surely knew the fact and approached me, not for assassination, but to kidnap me.
Asha wanted to know the reason.
If the enraged Karaf ordered the suppression of the minority village because of this incident, it seemed that the future would really become dark.
Only the timing was slightly different, but it ended up being the same as the past.
I couldn’t just let that happen.
Asha carefully connected towels and clothes to the window frame.
Since Karaf would never allow himself to make contact with that man, citing the danger, there was no choice but to escape this way.
Asha, who safely landed on the lawn like a butterfly, raised her head.
Her violet eyes shone seriously in the darkness.
Having familiarized herself with the palace’s layout and marked the way, Asha headed for the underground dungeon using the shortest route.
When a butterfly suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, the soldiers guarding the dungeon were all greatly surprised.
“No, Lady Vanessa. What brings you here at this hour?”
“I came to meet a spy.”
At her words, the soldiers fumbled in confusion.
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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