After Deimos left, Sephia’s youth was painful, and the Empress declared she would send her to be the 18th wife of a distant desert king.
To be banished miles away, and to a man known for murdering his wife.
She had to survive.
She had to escape, anywhere.
That’s when Deimos came to mind.
“Wait for me until I contact you.”
It was a promise they had made.
But the wait was too long, and Sephia was at her limit.
For the first time, she sent a letter to Deimos.
Not long after, a proposal arrived in the empire.
At the age of twenty-one in spring.
The man she met again had grown taller than Sephia’s head.
“Entirely different.”
Deimos was a blunt and cold man.
His unfamiliarity was strange, but he was undeniably her savior.
The wedding was quickly arranged.
People talked about their special relationship during Deimos’s study abroad.
But their marriage wasn’t as tender as known.
He had become a man who rarely smiled, and Sephia couldn’t bridge the temporal distance.
“But it’s okay.”
Deimos treated Sephia with respect as Empress and always maintained a minimum decency.
That was enough. So.
“What does a mark matter?”
Dreaming romantic dreams was for when she was a girl.
Just as she finished dressing.
“His Majesty said to convey that he might not be able to make it for breakfast today.”
It was the Emperor’s attendant.
The maids were surprised, blinking at this first-time occurrence.
“Oh my, he never misses.”
“Could something serious have happened?”
As the maids whispered, Sephia calmed them, saying,
“It’s okay. He must have his reasons. Please convey that I understand.”
“I will deliver the message.”
The attendant retreated carefully.
The cancellation of breakfast with the Emperor suddenly freed up Sephia’s morning.
“I guess I’ll eat in the Empress’s palace today.”
“I’ll get everything ready right away.”
The toucan maid hurried out of the bedroom.
Sephia sipped the tea provided by the oriole lady, lost in thought.
‘What’s going on?’
Though she acted nonchalant, she was concerned.
Meals alone together were one of the few times for the couple.
She thought he knew that and had been keeping that time until now.
‘No urgent news. Could there be a problem?’
If it was a national issue, she, as the Empress, would have been informed.
The attendant also kept silent about the specifics, so waiting seemed the right choice.
Sephia finished breakfast with the maids.
Afterward, she prepared for a party two weeks later.
It was a victory celebration for the duke who had wiped out the long-standing barbarian problem of the empire.
‘I’ve never met the duke.’
He had been at war even before Sephia became Empress.
Preparing to welcome the duke, she could soon forget the morning’s events.
It was afternoon.
While Sephia was taking a break, a maid hinted.
“You have a tea time with the chinchilla ladies in an hour.”
Predators or herbivores. Mammals or birds, and even more specific classifications.
Therians were divided into factions based on species or genus, and Sephia, as the Empress, regularly met with them.
‘Is this what sets us apart from humans?’
Human nobles would have gathered based on their ideologies and interests, but therians were different.
They were intensely focused on primal blood and species distinctions, beyond power structures.
Their personalities and traits differed by species, and sometimes emotions intensified, triggering therianthropy.
Though all appeared human, their nature was purely animal.
Thus, Sephia being human and Empress among therians was particularly exceptional.
“Let’s go to attend.”
“Yes, I’ll escort you.”
The tea party location was in an outer palace near the central garden of the Imperial Palace.
It was a place usually rented by noblewomen of the capital for parties or gatherings within the Imperial Palace.
Whispers were heard through the door. The murmuring stopped abruptly as the door opened.
All the noblewomen were already gathered inside.
“Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress.”
Chinchillas, hamsters, and other rodent noblewomen, led by a chinchilla, stood up to greet her.
Typical of small animals, they were noticeably petite with round features.
As Sephia took her seat at the head, they also sat down.
‘The atmosphere is strange.’
The previously chatty group was now silent, glancing at each other.
Rodents, typically quick and alert, were among the fastest to spread rumors.
Was there a rumor spreading in the Imperial Palace unknown to her?
Sephia lifted her cup and asked.
“I heard some discussion. What were you talking about?”
“Well, it’s just that…”
The Countess Chinchilla hesitated to answer.
Naturally talkative but also timid, she was cautious about dangerous rumors.
Under Sephia’s gaze, the Countess Chinchilla finally spoke cautiously.
“Actually, I heard from my cousin. A woman with His Majesty’s Name has appeared. They say His Majesty has gone to meet her…”
Name.
Sephia’s heart sank, the word she had treated lightly now weighed heavily.
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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