“I didn’t know that the war hero wanted to marry a pathetic widow. Oh, unless you’re determined to take advantage of remarriage?”
“…….”
“Unfortunately, that will be difficult. Everyone is under a misconception. To my wife, there is nothing. Her name is all she has, associated with the enemy commander of Crayton and her pretty face. She has no right of succession.”
“Then the story becomes easier. If that’s all, the Marquis probably doesn’t have any lingering feelings for her.”
“Even though the Marquis is in such a situation, he seems unaware of the shame he’s brought upon himself because of that woman.”
“He said that himself. He’s curious about how her husband was chosen.”
For a moment, Bake’s face turned pale. Calix continued without a pause.
“Did you directly demand her to be changed?”
“…….”
Did he really approach Viscount Peren like that? There was something suspicious about just believing it was a provocation to stimulate oneself.
Bake recently made a deal with the Emperor. If the secret deal was exposed, there was a good chance it might happen.
The man Bake knew was very sensitive. Since no one trusted him, whenever he placed someone under him, he always taught them to find and grasp weaknesses first before submitting. And taking advantage of that, he easily disposed of traitors, revealing how ruthless he was. Bake had sworn to himself that he would never betray him.
But that was in the past. Before becoming Viscount Crayton.
As time passed and everyone gradually forgot the man, Bake became the acknowledged Viscount Crayton. As his prestige grew, his confidence also increased, and different thoughts kept coming to his mind.
With the fear of revealing his true feelings and a deep-seated resentment rising from within.
If it were someone else, they wouldn’t be so angry. Why does it have to be Viscount Peren?
After losing his wife, is he now going to take away his position too?
Is the price he paid for being loyal like a dog all this?
“……So? What should I do, in your opinion?”
“You can’t keep holding onto something that doesn’t suit your status.”
“Something that doesn’t suit my status?”
“So you’re not uneasy about it? Somehow successfully stealing it, yet knowing deep down that it’s just being held in your hands and not changing ownership.”
“…….”
“A thief is eventually caught, and stolen items must be returned.”
It’s always that arrogant look. Looking down on and ignoring people.
Bake clenched and unclenched his fist, sweaty palms. He felt thirsty. If there was alcohol here, he would have drunk it straight away.
“Do you want to label me as a thief?”
“You probably know better. If you don’t think that way yourself, there’s no way you would make such an expression.”
“What do you know, talking like that?”
“Curious? About how much I know?”
“…….”
“Or are you worried about something else? Once I take your master’s hand, your position is about to become precarious.”
“You[Dash].”
“Your Excellency!”
Bake’s outstretched hand towards Calix fluttered in the air. Because of that, unable to regain balance and leaning forward, Bake’s two legs staggered, making a ridiculous gesture. Calix’s left lips slightly tilted upwards as he observed it.
Bake, with a face that couldn’t get any redder, suddenly opened his eyes wide towards the subordinate who had approached so abruptly.
“Why!”
“It seems you should avoid it. The situation is not good.”
“Avoid? Who? Me?”
“I’m sorry. I tried to prevent it as much as possible, but the momentum doesn’t seem good. The situation might change when reinforcements arrive, but just in case, it might be better to avoid now[Dash].”
“I won’t go! No, I can’t go!”
“Well, but[Dash].”
Normally, he would have fled sooner, but now, of all times, Viscount Peren was right in front of him. Even if others didn’t know, Bake didn’t want to show a weak side to him.
“Do you need help now?”
“I don’t need help like that.”
“Regrettable.”
Regrettable? What does he regret? If Bake dies here, the first person to welcome him will probably be Viscount Peren.
Bake muttered, sealing his lips, and looked out the window past Calix. Despite making a loud noise, seeing the rapidly changing situation made him suddenly scared.
Shouldn’t he reconsider his words even now?
Bake was about to withdraw his foot when he stopped at the gaze he met. Back off. He couldn’t do that.
“Make sure my wife escapes. I will defend this position[Dash].”
“Your Excellency!”
“Why again!”
Bake, whose words were once again cut off, expressed irritation. Lacking one person, another subordinate was entering the room in a hurry.
“Madam has disappeared!”
“Disappeared? What kind of nonsense is that?”
“It seems there might have been an intrusion.”
“Have those bastards already reached that point?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen them, but the condition of the room where Madam stayed wasn’t good. There were traces of burning on the blanket, and the items were scattered on the floor, so it’s suspicious.”
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.”
