“Of course, showing a different appearance than before could be due to previous experiences. Handling the tasks that two used to manage together alone is inevitably overwhelming, isn’t it?”
“…….”
“But even though he lost half, he’s still alive. I think we shouldn’t overlook that.”
Despite feeling uneasy, I also agreed with the emperor’s words.
I expected Felt to directly intervene with Crayton, and his actions were part of the plan.
However, the timing was too fast.
Choosing plunder over peace can yield many gains right in front of you. However, there was much more to give up than to gain. The act was more of a loss than a gain.
Maybe later, but at the moment, his actions didn’t seem to show that he was cornered to this extent.
It was more appropriate to consider other options.
But, for now, that was all I could think of. Unlike Bake or Margaret, I had limitations in the information I knew about Felt.
The emperor brought up his own story because he knew this.
After contemplating for a moment, I finally spoke.
“It seems like we need to hear a bit more of the story.”
It was a trusting relationship with the emperor for now, but it was uncertain whether it would continue. I didn’t want to get deeply involved with the imperial family, but opportunities to gather information wouldn’t come often.
Even if it was risky information, for now, it was better to keep it.
The story became longer than expected.
Mulling over the stories I exchanged with the emperor one by one, I leaned my head against the carriage wall. Perhaps due to the continuous physical strain, even a slight overexertion made me quickly tired.
“…….”
I could repel the drowsiness that somewhat pushed through the distinctive coolness of the glass, but I couldn’t do anything about my sore eyes.
I closed my eyes, slightly turning my neck to press my forehead more closely against the glass. Despite my efforts to deny it, the breath coming out was warm.
It wasn’t just tiredness; it seemed like my body was aching.
But I couldn’t rest.
I barely lifted my heavy eyelids.
My face was reflected in the glass, but strangely, I thought of someone else while looking at it. Being said to resemble someone could be hell in a certain sense.
Looking at my face, it was obvious how my daughter, who resembled me, would grow up. However, I couldn’t help but keenly feel the fact that my daughter couldn’t become an adult.
I still didn’t want to admit it.
Bake removed Meriel’s room and put away the child’s belongings, but he couldn’t completely erase the traces of Meriel being born and raised here.
There were still trees planted in the mansion from the year Meriel was born, and there was aging wine for the day the child became an adult.
Things for my daughter were aging, but I still didn’t want to accept the fact that my daughter didn’t exist.
Yet, this was my reality.
I tried not to think of melancholic thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t shake off the guilt of not protecting my daughter.
“I was a sinner. There were no words even if it became more painful and difficult than this.
Yes, now is not the time to rest.
I peeled my forehead off and tried to sit up, but I squinted my eyes.
It was brief, but something seemed to sparkle outside the window.
Was it an illusion? If not…
Even if I concentrated, the view was too dark to see clearly.
I slightly opened the window to check more properly but immediately closed it again.
The door was open only for a moment, but there was definitely a strange smell.
I reflexively wrinkled my forehead. Although my sense of smell was sensitive and quickly numbed, the strong smell couldn’t be erased from my memory.
However, there was a tearing scream as if without a chance to catch a breath.
A sound that couldn’t be determined whether it was human or animal, or rather, both were mixed.
Both a horse and a carriage.
It was an ambush.
In the swaying carriage where balance couldn’t be maintained, I gave up maintaining my posture and just sat on the floor.
Felt? Bake? Which one is it?
I suspected the likely candidates, but I wasn’t certain about either.
Although it was late, it was a main road, and people didn’t stop coming. It was also a capital.
To put it nicely, both sides weren’t in a position to carry out the work in a bold and ignorant manner.
Then who on earth was the culprit?
Fortunately or unfortunately, my contemplation didn’t last long.
The swaying carriage stopped, and there was an attempt to open the door right away.
I retreated as much as possible, covering my nose and mouth with a handkerchief while glaring at the rattling doorknob.
Noble carriages have their locks on the outside because the side with the lock is open. There was no need to open it noisily like that.
Then the attacker was definitely not a noble, or perhaps didn’t know that fact.
“Liviana Crayton, right?”
After a while of rattling, the door finally opened.
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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