Dehan whispered, covering his mouth with his hand so that only Renev could hear.
“What orders?”
When Renev asked, this time Bane covered his mouth and whispered into Renev’s ear.
“The Emperor wants you and His Majesty to…”
Suddenly standing straight, Bane cut off.
“His Majesty is approaching. If you’re curious, ask him directly.”
Quickly approaching, Ikar glanced at Dehan standing to Renev’s left and Bane to his right.
Soon, wearing a picturesque smile, Ikar asked,
“You three seem quite close. Have you built a strong rapport?”
Yet his forehead had a protruding vein, and his eyes were cold.
Whether it was Dehan or Bane, someone broke the silence.
“We’ll be going now.”
“I’m leaving as well. Enjoy your time, Your Highness.”
Dehan and Bane tugged on Renev’s hand, kissing the back of it.
Ikar’s eyes grew colder, but the two seemed unbothered and whispered softly into Renev’s ear.
“Ha……”
As if drained, Ikar let out a hollow laugh.
Only then did Dehan and Bane, who had been cautiously gauging Ikar’s mood, swiftly blend into the crowd.
“What did those guys whisper?”
“Nothing important.”
Despite Ikar’s suspicious gaze, Renev responded nonchalantly.
“Speaking of which, what did you command Dehan and Bane to do?”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”
Ikar said, irritatedly looking in the direction where Dehan and Bane had disappeared.
“You didn’t order them to keep me inside the hall, did you?”
Ikar subtly averted his gaze.
‘Really?’
Fumbling for words due to disappointment, Ikar suggested to Renev that they change locations.
“I have something to discuss. Let’s move.”
Upon stepping out onto the terrace crowded with people, they felt the refreshing air.
The night sky was dark as the sun had set, but the palace garden was brightly lit by street lamps adorned with various jewels.
“Your Highness.”
“Yes.”
“What were they whispering to Your Highness?”
It seemed he was quite curious about what Dhan and Baine had said to Renev before they left.
‘Dear Highness, unfortunately you’ve walked into a precarious situation. Should you feel in danger, shake the carrot.’
That’s what Dhan had said.
Shaking the carrot was a code used in Bashuker to signal dangerous situations.
‘His Majesty is far more obsessive than you could ever imagine, Highness. If he aims for something, he achieves it one way or another.’
Baine had added, suggesting that now was the time to escape. But Renev couldn’t tell Ikar the truth.
“They simply wished me to enjoy my birthday.”
Ikar raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsatisfied with Renev’s answer, but pressed no further.
Gazing down at the picturesque palace garden from the terrace, Ikar asked with a charming smile,
“Have you considered my previous proposal?”
He seemed unusually cheerful, almost like a conman planning a scam.
As his closest confidants had warned, it didn’t seem like Ikar would easily give up on making Renev his empress.
Therefore, Renev decided to buy time, postponing his answer until he returned to Paradium.
“May I ponder it a bit more?”
To Renev’s surprise, Ikar accepted his hesitancy.
“…Take all the time you need to think and make your decision.”
Although Ikar’s face showed a tinge of regret, his eyes remained steadfast, as if certain that Renev would eventually agree to become the empress.
Just then, a thought crossed Renev’s mind as he looked at the multicolored street lamps.
“Ah, right!”
Renev took out the birthday gift he had prepared for Ikar.
“Your Majesty, happy birthday.”
Ikar stared at the small object in Renev’s palm.
It was a fine craft, shaped like a rabbit, made from andalusite—the same kind of material he had beside his bed in Kael.
“Highness?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see me as a snot-nosed child?”
One of Ikar’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he didn’t seem genuinely displeased.
“I heard you have trouble sleeping, Your Majesty.”
At Renev’s response, Ikar’s eyes widened a bit.
“Whoever said that has a very loose tongue.”
Although Melita had casually mentioned it, Renev chose not to disclose the source.
“It’s said to bring good dreams if you keep it by your bedside.”
Ikar picked up the rabbit-shaped fine craft between his thumb and forefinger, rotating it to catch the changing colors under the street lamp.
“Thank you. Now I’ll sleep well.”
Ikar whispered almost inaudibly, but a smile crossed Renev’s face.
I’m relieved. It seems he liked it.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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