“As the room drew closer, Philip’s heart pounded again.
‘My heart has been yours for a long time.’
It was the reason for the sincere confession earlier.
Today’s Ellen was not sleeping. She wasn’t drunk either.
Clearly, she opened her eyes wide and heard his words.
Even though Philip hadn’t heard Ellen’s response yet, when he gave her a light kiss, she didn’t push Philip away but closed her eyes.
‘If I make an effort, reunion is possible.’
With an excited heart, Philip opened the door to the bedroom where he would rest today.
Passing the main hall where the servants rest, Ellen, who had changed into comfortable clothes and finished preparing, would be either on the bed or sofa.
She might be combing her hair, drinking tea or alcohol, or she might have already taken her place on the bed.
Philip, with the desire to cherish, peeked through the crack in the door. Quietly, he found the voluminous blonde hair flowing down to the waist. Anticipating the moment when Ellen, who had felt his presence, would look at him with clear sky-like, jewel-like eyes, he felt happy in advance.
“……. ”
But Ellen wasn’t visible. It was excessively quiet.
“……Ellen?”
Calling her name affectionately, there was no answer. Perplexed, Philip entered the room to find Ellen. She was nowhere to be found.
Confused, Philip returned to the main hall and pulled the bell rope. A servant came out from another room connected to the main hall before the servant could answer.
“Where is Ellen?”
Before the servant could answer, Domingo entered the main hall as the door opened. Upon seeing Philip, Domingo politely nodded.
Seeing him subtly gesture to the servant to go in, Philip returned to the room and sat on the sofa.
Following right behind, Domingo entered and closed the door so that no one could hear.
“I’m escorting the lady and she’s coming.”
Ellen went.
“Where to?”
“To the end room of the corridor on the 1st floor in the original north area.”
Philip’s eyebrows involuntarily twisted. The brief feeling of victory he had heard vanished instantly, leaving only discomfort.
“That’s the servant’s room. Why is Ellen going to the servant’s room?”
“Lady Mild requested to be moved there and asked if the lady could stay with her. The recommended rest time by the doctor is only one day.”
“……. ”
With Lady Mild.
It felt like a dagger was plunged into Philip’s heart. Domingo, as if sensing Philip’s feelings, conveyed Ellen’s words quietly.
“Thanks to you, she quickly found peace and is grateful for that.”
“…I see.”
The wave of anticipation collapsed like a sandcastle hit by an oncoming wave.
Philip let out a long exhale with a heart filled with disappointment. His gaze involuntarily dropped to the floor.
Due to that, he couldn’t see Domingo’s mouth while he was about to say something more.”
Philip found Domingo’s words strange.
“A nursemaid?”
“She hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”
In the momentary relief, Philip immediately felt a sense of unease.
‘To be relieved that someone cannot regain consciousness due to pain…’
Amidst the rising self-loathing and fatigue, Philip couldn’t hide his sigh.
“Okay. And…”
It was a night that seemed unlikely to bring sleep easily. Philip, sitting weakly on the sofa, ordered something he usually didn’t ask the servants for.
“Bring me whiskey.”
‘I wonder if Mild is okay.’
After turning away with a sigh of relief, Mild Lady came to mind.
Since there were knights, by now, she should have received appropriate treatment and be lying in some room.
Still, worried about how much she might have been injured, whether she regained consciousness, Philip didn’t know.
Not knowing the way well, he returned to his room with Domingo leading the way.
Two knights were guarding in front of the room, and they informed him that Mild Lady had been moved to the end room on the 1st floor.
According to Domingo, the 1st-floor rooms in the north area were mainly used by servants who were responsible for various tasks in the royal palace.
‘Is there a shortage of rooms?’
In any case, following the knight’s guidance, he headed to the end room on the 1st floor.
On the simple bed in the extremely modest room, Mild Lady lay with a bandage wrapped around her head.
Philip checked Mild Lady’s complexion. Her complexion wasn’t too bad, but she still seemed unconscious.
“Since the wound isn’t too severe, she should be okay. However, since she bled, it would be good to let her rest for about a day.”
After finishing the treatment, the doctor spoke, urging absolute stability for Mild Lady.
“Today, the priest should have a particularly good fatigue recovery potion. I will request it to be sent. When Mild Lady regains consciousness, be sure to give her the fatigue recovery potion.”
After the doctor left, Philip expressed his gratitude to Domingo.
“Thank you for bringing her. It’s fine now.”
At my words, Domingo asked cautiously.
“Wouldn’t you like to return to your room since it’s late at night?”
“Do I have to?”
“However, this room is not suitable for the lady to sleep in.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
