Just as he was about to say he would take his leave, Ikar spoke first.
“So what did you do with the fruit? Have you eaten it already?”
“I haven’t even touched it.”
“Why? From what I heard from the chef responsible for the VIP room, Your Majesty quite likes fresh fruit.”
Renebv opened his mouth, then closed it.
Allergies could be mildly endured when one was in good health, but could be quite dangerous when one was not well.
If the airway started to swell, it could lead to death from respiratory distress before treatment.
As he thought this, animosity toward the fruit-sending Baron Shaban surged within him.
“It’s somewhat reluctant to eat food sent by someone I’ve never met before.”
The words came out of Renebv’s mouth without filtering.
‘…!’
Upon saying it, he realized he might have made a mistake.
The nobles of Bashuker send gifts to VIPs to establish a friendly relationship.
There was a chance Ikar could misinterpret his words.
For example, that gifts from Bashuker nobles cannot be trusted.
Renebv was considering how to retract his words as he observed Ikar’s reaction.
“…?”
But contrary to Renebv’s expectation of a harsh expression, a smile spread across Ikar’s handsome face.
“…Your Majesty?”
“You’re right. One shouldn’t just accept a gift sent by a stranger. Absolutely not.”
Ikar emphasized his words by slowly nodding his head side to side.
“Ah! By the way, if Your Majesty isn’t aware of the state of Bashuker, let me add that I remember hearing Baron Shaban’s family went bankrupt a few years ago.”
“Yes?”
Renebv opened his eyes wide, looking at Ikar.
Ikar, who appeared to be in a good mood, met Renebv’s eyes as he spoke.
“They handed over the family to a wealthy southern landlord.”
Renebv’s face hardened instantly.
Why would a bankrupt noble family go out of their way to send expensive fruit to Renebv?
It’s more appropriate to bet on sure rewards if one is going to spend money.
Not on Renebv, a foreign VIP whose future was uncertain.
Seeing Renebv’s hardened expression, Ikar asked,
“Why is that, Your Majesty?”
“I have a matter I would like to consult with Your Majesty.”
Ikar nodded as if to invite him to go on.
“What if Your Majesty had an allergy to a specific food, and someone sent that as a gift?”
One corner of Ikar’s mouth skewed upward.
“The intention to harm seems rather clear.”
“Would you think the same if the sender was unaware of Your Majesty’s allergy?”
“Of course. Whether you knew or not, it doesn’t matter.”
Feeling even a trace of his intensity, Renebve hesitated and stepped back.
“What matters is that you almost got hurt.”
As soon as Renebve returned to the VIP room, he checked through Amber to see if Rachel and Viscount Velkein had also received fruit gifts.
Conveniently, the news came back that neither of them had received any fruit gifts.
He also learned that there was a noble who had sent a fruit gift to Princess Solti.
“Do you know who sent the gift?”
“I’m not sure about that.”
Amber lowered her head, and Renebve formulated a hypothesis.
‘Does Ashika know the original story?’
That would easily explain a series of events.
‘In the original story, Renebve had sent a gift to tarnish Ashika’s beauty.’
If something went wrong after Ashika used the gift, the first person to be suspected would be Renebve.
So Renebve devised a small trick.
He searched for a fallen noble who didn’t mingle in social circles and sent a gift to Ashika in that person’s name.
“……”
Renebve’s brow deepened at that thought.
‘It doesn’t seem entirely impossible.’
If this speculation was true, he needed to be prepared.
But he had suspicions without evidence.
Wandering through the spacious imperial garden, Renebve mulled over his thoughts.
A voice interrupted his train of thought.
“Murderer……”
Renebve paused.
Turning his head, he saw Ashika looking at him with a smile.
Renebve wanted to confirm if the words were directed at him.
But Ashika spoke before Renebve could.
“……You were called that in Paradigm, weren’t you?”
Renebve immediately understood that she was talking about him having thrown Count Treider into the thin ice.
From that day on, the way people looked at Renebve had become even more unfavorable.
Even though she was the only daughter of Duke Seiren.
Of course, Renebve couldn’t deny a sense of injustice. After all, he wasn’t the one who did it.
Conveniently, Renebve had taken over not long after the incident occurred.
So there was no need for Renebve to take responsibility for something he didn’t do.
But people didn’t know that Renebve’s soul had changed, so naturally, the responsibility became Renebve’s. However.
“You’re mistaken.”
“……?”
“The term ‘murderer’ is not appropriate.”
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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