“That’s within my authority, isn’t it? Moreover, meddling with tax issues will be an abuse of power.”
Darn it.
Did I think before I spoke?
I wanted to cry.
But this was a mine I had stepped on myself; I couldn’t blame anyone else.
Philip sighed with a face that seemed to say if you say so.
“Ma’am, how many times have I told you? Power abuse may gain you shortterm benefits, but in the long run, it becomes poison.”
‘I’m sorry, Philip. You’re absolutely right.’
I wanted to ask for forgiveness right away. But that would be far too inconsistent with the character of the original work.
I had just resolved to act more like Ellen less than a minute ago.
‘If I change my behavior by 180 degrees here, wouldn’t they suspect that the possession is real?’
Not knowing whether the possessed soul is friendly or hostile, it was better to keep playing the wicked Ellen.
“I never said anything wrong, so what’s the problem?”
“……Ma’am?”
“When did I say I would change the transaction laws?”
“……?”
“I said it ‘might’ change. That means it might not change as well.”
“Ma’am, considering your status to say such…”
“What status? A Countess?”
I scoffed deliberately.
“You know we filed for divorce. So it’s a status that’s likely to disappear, isn’t it? It’s not my problem if a prince of a country can’t distinguish the meaning of words.”
Brazenly defending myself, I now pretended to lose.
“If you… demand an apology… I guess I must. Yes, I’ll do it. Call Alexandr if he has a problem with it.”
Philip nodded, seemingly at a loss for words.
“The first lesson was indeed hard work. Ma’am, I will handle that issue for now; you should rest.”
Philip left. Soon, something I had not managed to mention while playing the wicked woman came to mind.
‘I haven’t yet told him that Alexandr’s joint and my toe slightly bumped into each other?’
But calling Philip back to list more of my wrongdoings would seem strange.
“Sigh…”
I could imagine Philip’s blood pressure rising when he learns of the subsequent story, but there was nothing to be done.
When Philip calls, I’ll have to rush and apologize.
.
.
.
After breakfast, I left with a large basket filled with bread. I was with two horses of Sir Mild.
‘Am I going to ride a horse?’
Sir Mild was visibly surprised.
“Ah! Why are you carrying this yourself?”
“I want to give it to the refugees.”
“It must be heavy, why didn’t you call for help? Quickly, hand it over.”
With a displeased look, he snatched my basket.
My heavy hands became light in an instant. But I had my reasons for not calling a servant.
“I should carry it myself…”
“Yes?”
“I want to show the refugees myself carrying the bread basket. Wouldn’t they be moved?”
“……?”
“I might look like an angel in the eyes of those who don’t know my wicked reputation yet.”
“……?”
Sir Mild looked at the sky, puzzled as if checking whether the sun had risen in the west since his wicked mistress was talking about looking like an angel.
“It’s like a strategy.”
Only then did Sir Mild nod.
“I see. But you can do that after we arrive, can’t you?”
He was determined not to give back the basket.
“Won’t it feel staged?”
“Won’t they be moved just by you giving out the bread?”
“I want to show them a bit more effort.”
Sir Mild laughed at my words.
“I will put it on the horse.”
“……We’re going on horses?”
Mild Knight pointed to the sky, where a few wisps of white smoke were rising.
“Shall we walk a little longer?”
‘Would you like to ride with Mild Knight?’
Unconsciously, my head turned towards Philip’s office window.
“……!”
When had he been there? Philip was looking at me from the window.
When our eyes met, he casually raised one hand. It was a familiar gesture.
Mild Knight saluted Philip.
Startled, I also raised my hand to greet him. Philip’s broad smile only added to my confusion.
‘Why is he like that?’
Though our relationship has improved through martial arts, surely this reaction is too much?
‘I don’t know the reason. He wouldn’t act like that over one day of married life…’
Unless Philip was tempting me.
‘Or was my rant about tax law actually a satisfying power play?’
Could there be political or economic implications I’m unaware of?
He can apologize for the rant about the tax law, if that’s what he wants?
“……”
After pondering briefly, I abandoned the thought.
In any case, it would be impossible to ride with Mild Knight now. Even if we were to divorce, misunderstanding wouldn’t do any good.
“No. I will walk.”
Mild Knight immediately stepped back and bowed his head respectfully.
I looked back at the window where Philip had been.
The window was still wide open, but Philip was gone. He had probably just peeked out for a moment.
I headed toward the place where the refugees were staying.
About five minutes into the walk, a maid and a servant, each carrying a basket, ran up to me, bowing deeply.
“The master said, since the mistress is going to distribute food to the refugees, to follow you.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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