The Deposed Empress and Her New Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Her rounded forehead, plump and straight nose, and the silver eyelashes neatly aligned beside it trembled faintly.
Soon, her closed eyelids parted, and focus settled into her violet pupils.
Though unfamiliar at first, Renev quickly realized it was the familiar ceiling.
It was her own bedroom in the Seiren Marquis’s manor, where she had stayed before marrying Lucius.
Renev gently rubbed her throat with hands that shook uncontrollably.
‘My head is still attached…’
Feeling its warmth, Renev blinked.
Then, had it all been a dream?
Yet everything—from possessing the body of the villainess in that romance novel to her very death—felt far too vivid to be mere fantasy.
At first, she had rejoiced simply at having transmigrated into the body of a nine-year-old child, seeing it as a chance to shed the villainess label.
But contrary to her hopes, she had already been placed in an unfavorable situation.
Just before her awakening, the incident had occurred—she had shoved the daughter of Count Trader, once her playmate, into icy water.
No matter how young she was, it was undoubtedly an unforgivable, heinous act.
Only after the Seiren Marquisate relinquished a sapphire mine did the matter conclude with mere house arrest.
Though it was the original Renev who had committed the deed before her possession—making her feel unjustly blamed—the milk had already been spilled, and changing people’s prejudiced views of her proved no easy task.
Thus, until the original female lead, Esika, appeared, Renev strove to treat Lucius, the original male lead, kindly and build a good relationship with him.
All to alter the future where, blinded by jealousy, she would order Esika’s assassination and be killed by Lucius.
Could it have been the power of that effort?
She even became lovers with Lucius, who would later become emperor, and as empress of the empire, bore a fluffy, beautiful son named Kael—seemingly living happily unlike in the original story. Yet in the end, all she had gained was a longer thread of life.
‘So it’s true—people can’t truly be rewritten…’
Like other transmigrators in romance novels, Renev once believed she could change her future by her own strength.
But that belief must have been nothing but arrogance—after all, she ultimately met the ending where her head was severed.
Whether this new life she now lived was in the afterlife or a regression to the past,
one thing was certain: a turning point had arrived.
In the garden of the Seiren Marquisate, spring blossoms bloomed profusely.
Around a white table at its center sat noble young ladies adorned in colorful, splendid dresses.
“Is your preparation for the imperial palace ball in a few days going well?”
At the remark from one young lady seated at the table’s center, the others’ eyes sparkled with interest.
Rumors quietly circulated that the Third Imperial Prince Lucius’s fiancée would be announced at this very ball.
Excluding the First Prince, already married, and the Second Prince, who already had a fiancée, marrying the Third Prince Lucius was the sole opportunity to join the imperial family.
Thus, among the current unmarried young ladies, who would become Lucius’s betrothed was a matter of utmost concern.
“Didn’t Her Imperial Majesty recently invite the daughter of Count Trader to a tea party?”
“…Did she?”
The atmosphere instantly grew somber at one young lady’s comment, as they felt they stood no chance if the daughter of Count Trader were a candidate.
“I heard Her Imperial Majesty invited several others to the palace besides the daughter of Count Trader.”
Almost like a bride interview.
It was entirely foreseeable that Lucius’s fiancée would be chosen from among those young ladies summoned by the empress.
“Who else received an invitation from Her Imperial Majesty?”
“I heard the daughter of Marquis Seiren was also invited by Her Imperial Majesty.”
Scoffs appeared on the young ladies’ faces.
The House of Seiren, guardians of Paradium Empire’s western frontier,
and Renev Seiren, the Marquis of Seiren’s only daughter.
To the empress, the daughter of the Seiren Marquisate—respected by the empire’s people as a border lord—would surely be more appealing than the daughter of the Trader family.
The daughters of Count Trader and Marquis Seiren—both were famed throughout the empire for beauty so exceptional that neither would willingly yield second place.
If the daughter of Count Trader resembled a pure white lily, the daughter of Marquis Seiren was closer to a poisonous flower.
In short, one was a white camellia, the other a red.
Their differences extended beyond appearance—their temperaments were starkly opposed as well.
“Didn’t the daughter of Count Trader recently return from temple service?”
“It must have been difficult—how kind-hearted she is! Compared to the daughter of Marquis Seiren…”
One young lady sneered, trailing off meaningfully. Several others nodded knowingly.
A vain, villainous girl—that had always been Renev’s reputation.
“Anyway, just how much longer will the daughter of Marquis Seiren keep us waiting?”
One young lady voiced her complaint, prompting others to echo their grievances.
“To invite guests and not even show your face—it’s beyond lacking in manners…”
Just then, maids from the marquisate wheeled in a trolley laden with desserts.
Noble households’ gossip always spread through servants’ lips. Knowing this well, the young ladies clamped their mouths shut.
The young lady leading the conversation quickly changed the subject.
“I heard the daughter of Marquis Seiren suffered a severe cold recently—could she still be unwell today?”
“That might be it. Perhaps that’s why she’s late.”
Renev, hearing every chirping word from afar like a lark, gave a small nod.
Their words were not wrong—she truly had invited them yet failed to appear.
In her previous life, to change the future and shake off the villainess stereotype, Renev had given her utmost effort.
Yet despite all that, she couldn’t escape death.
Thus, she resolved never again to seek affection from those who wouldn’t reciprocate.
Standing before the white table, Renev looked down at the young ladies and spoke.
“Young ladies, thank you for accepting my invitation today. If you’ve enjoyed yourselves sufficiently, you may now take your leave.”
At Renev’s sudden appearance and immediate dismissal, the young ladies’ smirks vanished without a trace.
To invite guests and then commit such rudeness—was there any precedent?
Exchanging swift glances as if to say shamelessness knew no bounds, one particularly tactful young lady smiled and said,
“Lady Seiren, I heard you were gravely ill with a cold recently. It must have been difficult for you to come while still unwell, yes?”
Another young lady chimed in supportively.
“Oh, that’s right—how are you feeling? You must have been in quite a bind, unable to cancel the tea party abruptly.”
Even the others, who still wore sour expressions, reluctantly nodded.
“Thank you for your concern, but I’ve fully recovered my health.”
But Renev’s reply only darkened the young ladies’ expressions further—it was as good as a blunt rebuke to those who had tried so hard to defend her.
“Well then, everyone. Drink your fill, and when you’re ready to leave, the path is that way.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Renev spun on her heel.
The young ladies watched her retreating figure, stepping lightly away, and gaped like goldfish.
“Good heavens! Where has such rudeness ever been seen?”
“I’m leaving right now—I can’t possibly endure this insult any longer!”
Ignoring the irritated voices stabbing at her back, Renev strolled leisurely through the garden.
‘Suit yourselves.’
The young ladies invited today had once swarmed around Empress Renev like a school of piranhas, hoping to benefit from her favor.
They had also been the ones who flattered her gently while making various requests.
Even as they gossiped behind her back, they came to the Seiren Marquisate because they judged Renev highly likely to become the future imperial consort.
Whether they came willingly or under family pressure, either way, they cared far more about scraps from the table than about Renev herself.
Renev declared her farewell to those who sought only to use her as a tool for their own gain.
Effective immediately.
A pair of fine shoes tread across the black-and-white checkered floor.
The emperor and empress, seated upon golden thrones that shimmered brilliantly, quietly observed the nobles dancing at the imperial ball.
“Your Majesty, I have something to report.”
As the head steward whispered into the emperor’s ear, his brow furrowed sharply.
“Your Majesty?”
The empress studied his expression. The emperor, who had gripped his wine cup tightly for a moment, pressed his fingers firmly against his temples and said,
“Let him in.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Shortly after the emperor’s permission, a tall man strode into the Great Hall.
His black formal uniform bore an embroidered beast—a distinctly unusual attire rarely seen in the Paradium Empire, making him stand out vividly.
“Oh my… Who might that be?”
“Indeed. I’ve never seen him before.”
As the man passed, the heads of noblewomen and young ladies turned to follow him.
“Now that I think of it, I’ve seen that emblem on his jacket before… Yes! It’s the imperial crest of Vaschker!”
At one noblewoman’s words, the previously noisy chatter quieted.
To the people of Paradium Empire, the Vaschker Empire held a poor reputation—known for their short tempers and savage, barbaric nature.
Moreover, given the high likelihood that this man before them was their sovereign, Ikar Vaschker, the nobles parted like the Red Sea, retreating toward the walls.
Though fearful of drawing unwarranted anger, the noblewomen trailing the young emperor cast him quite attentive glances.
Their eyes traveled from his firm thighs up to his sculpted buttocks, then along his muscular torso, finally settling on his strikingly handsome face.
“…”
Ikar, Emperor of Vaschker, ignored the burning stares entirely and strode straight toward the Emperor of Paradium.
The Paradium Emperor, seated haughtily, surveyed Ikar with a dismissive glance.
“To charge alone into enemy territory without even a guard—quite bold of you.”
This young ruler, newly ascended to the throne, was no one to welcome barefoot.
Though Vaschker was aggressively expanding its territory, it still fell short of the ancient and storied Paradium Empire.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Ikar gave a slight nod toward the emperor.
Though proper etiquette for a monarch usually involved acknowledging superior national strength, this young conqueror showed no trace of deference to his elder.
“Hah—pleased to meet you indeed.”
The emperor let out a derisive chuckle, clearly revealing his displeasure. At once, the empress beside him rose swiftly from her seat.
“This hardly seems the proper place for a deep conversation between you. Shall I escort you to the reception room? Would that be agreeable?”
“Fine.”
Ikar gave a faint, indifferent nod, and the emperor, as if yielding reluctantly, rose from his seat.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Patrick run!! The scheming empress plan to tie you her daughter
The translation is confusing, but my understanding is that the empress has 2 sons and a daughter, while the consort has one son
So is Reneb’s father a Marquis or a Duke? My understanding is that he is a margrave.
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It felt familiar yet warm—somehow.
How an already 30 chapters in without anything significant happening?!
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I already like you, brazen Ikar. But what happened to the first and second princes?