“So, are you suggesting attending the party?”
As Herdin stood up and leaned against the desk, asking, Blair nodded.
“This incident happened because of me, so I want to take responsibility.”
Her gaze was firm.
“Allow me to do that, Herdin.”
Looking at her in that manner, Herdin chuckled.
His wife was more responsible, fearless, and stubborn than he initially thought. He didn’t dislike that.
“Having been confined to the mansion for nearly a week, it wouldn’t hurt to get some fresh air.”
After unfolding the party invitation he took from Blair’s hands, he returned it to her, saying, “As the lady wishes.”
One of the guild members, a man who had been dozing off as usual in the sluggish weather, suddenly opened his eyes wide, yawning as he stood up, glancing at the sunset outside the window.
It was time to prepare for the arrival of guests and welcome guild members.
As he stretched his lethargic body, a paper attached to the door made a refreshing sound, echoing as it swung.
“Welcome!”
The man, who reflexively greeted, frowned slightly when he saw a robed woman, but quickly became polite when he recognized her as the priestess who had visited before.
“Oh, you’ve come.”
“Do you have anything to report?”
Mirella skipped the greeting and directly asked. The man found it a bit awkward, but since her request fee was considerable, he could overlook that.
“Well, yes. Please wait a moment.”
The man entered the shop counter and took out a piece of paper from among the dense notebooks.
“Last week, Countess Lorelei visited the Duke’s mansion.”
“… Countess Lorelei?”
“She is from one of the noble families serving the Delmarc Duchy, and the Countess is famous among the noble ladies as a psychological counselor.”
Mirella recalled the name Lorelei that she had heard among the noble ladies sometime before.
Living as a priestess, she inevitably heard rumors about the nobles. Noble ladies often visited the temple, and there were occasions when they were brought to the temple for treatment, especially after playing roughly and getting injured during hunting.
Now that she thought about it, she had heard that name several times.
“Considering that Countess Lorelei visits that family every week, it could be inferred that there might be some issue with the Duchess’s mental state.”
The man added speculation to the information he had collected. Mirella agreed with that inference, nodding slightly.
“Then, early the next morning, the Duchess suddenly rode a carriage to the Royal Palace. I couldn’t enter the Royal Palace, so…”
“The Royal Palace…”
“On the way back to the Duke’s mansion that day, she was kidnapped. Well, you’ve probably heard the rumors by now.”
Mirella naturally knew the story.
That day, she herself had gone to the Duke’s mansion to treat Blair.
“Since then, she hasn’t come out of the Duke’s mansion. It could be due to the kidnapping incident, or she might be avoiding public attention due to the rumors.”
“… I see.”
“If you have any more questions or need additional information, feel free to let me know.”
Mirella kept her thoughts to herself for a moment, withholding her response.
‘Who could be the mastermind behind the kidnapping of the Duchess?’
“The longstanding feud between the royal family and the Delmarc Duchy arising from the Empress Palace incident ten years ago. The sole witness to that accident, Blair, who lost her memory. And the counselor who visits her every week. Then, suddenly visiting the Royal Palace late at night, followed by the kidnapping of the Duchess of the Delmarc Duchy…
But why hasn’t the Duchy announced and retaliated against the mastermind of the kidnapping? To establish the family’s reputation, it would be better to show what happens if they interfere with Delmarc.
Of course, they might not have found the mastermind behind the kidnapping yet, but another possibility occurred to Mirella.
‘Maybe they’re not publicizing it hastily because the mastermind could be a formidable opponent, and Delmarc might suffer as a result.’
As the information she had just heard and the existing information swirled in her mind, Mirella came up with a clear answer.
‘Actually, it doesn’t necessarily have to be the truth.’
It just needs to be reasonably plausible.
What she wanted was not the truth but a small spark to stir the relationship between the royal family and Delmarc.
And if Blair became the sacrificial lamb for that spark, it would be even better if that link was severed.
Finally, Mirella, who had formulated a new plan, spoke.
“We’ll continue to monitor the Duchess’s movements, and this time, I’ll add a new request to it.”
“What is it?”
At that moment, Mirella’s lips, glimpsed beneath the hood she had turned, formed a satisfied smile.
“Spread a rumor for me, please.”
Her lips, speaking softly, drew a satisfying curve.
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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