An ominous premonition came over me.
“Could Philip have… killed Alexandre?”
“No, he fainted. But I, that is…”
Philip couldn’t continue speaking.
I approached Alexandre closely, scowling at his unconscious face, a bruise noticeable near his eye.
“Turned into a black eye?”
I looked back at Philip. The perpetrator who made him like this was clear.
“Did you hit him?”
A defeated Philip bowed his head.
“Even if I had a hundred mouths, I would have nothing to say.”
I was astonished, but also a little suspicious.
“Is this a world where it’s fine to beat up a prince?”
I knew it wasn’t, but I wished the answer had been yes.
That way, I could’ve just accepted, ‘Well, a prince might get hit sometimes.’
None of the three answered.
“So it’s a big accident.”
My summary left Philip mortified.
“How serious is it?”
“….”
All three were dumbfounded.
“Is our family going to fall apart?”
Silence persisted. My frustration made my voice rise.
“No, you must explain something.”
“….”
This won’t do.
“Domingo.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Mildly looking around, Domingo opened his mouth.
I was shocked to hear the story.
The problem arose when another man casually grabbed the wrist of a married woman.
Philip defended me as I expected. But then Alexandre brazenly intervened, saying that he shouldn’t have hit the prince.
Angered by his attitude, Philip struck Alexandre.
A blow to the face, another to the abdomen.
Earlier, Philip had said, ‘I don’t know why I did it,’ but after hearing it, I thought I understood.
He must have known his place well.
Even though I’m a divorced countess, he will become the king’s advisor.
But it angered him that the mere seventh prince of a neighboring country acted so haughty.
And after hitting him, the reality that he’s still only to become the king’s advisor, an unfulfilled future, was a stark fact.
‘So are you regretting it?’
“….”
In truth, my speculation looked weak.
‘Could Philip really not differentiate between reality and the future?’
But I couldn’t think of any other reason at the moment.
‘Why on earth did Philip do it?’
As I pondered, I tried a different speculation.
‘Did Philip hit the prince in a moment of love for me?’
I speculated a bit more wildly.
‘Like, if anyone even touches a hair of his wife’s head, he would kill them?’
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
This speculation was too absurd. Regular obsession wouldn’t cause this.
‘And if that was the reason, he would have already confessed his love to me. He would know exactly why he did it.’
“So we were discussing whether to call a doctor now or wait, in case the incident gets out,” Mild Domingo concluded the story.
In any case, a bigger accident had occurred.
“Phew.”
I sighed involuntarily. Philip looked even more defeated at my reaction.
“What does my lady think?”
“….”
“Should we quietly call a doctor?”
Logically, yes. But as Mild Domingo said, no one else should know about this incident.
“Then others will find out that the prince has been beaten?”
“But we can’t just ignore it either.”
“….”
We could argue that he bumped into something. But would anyone believe that?
Suddenly, an audacious idea came to me.
“No, don’t call the doctor. Let’s handle it ourselves.”
Philip, Domingo, and Mild Domingo looked at each other at my words.
“I don’t know how it will go, but since the situation is serious, let’s try.”
“My lady, what do you plan to try?”
“First, move His Highness to the bed. No one must see. And fetch… a pingpong ball?”
I changed my words, thinking they wouldn’t have one.
“No, bring me an egg. It must be clean.”
“Yes, ma’am. First, I’ll clear the area.”
Domingo left first.
A moment later, Mild Domingo confirmed once again that no one was in the corridor.
“Now.”
At his signal, Philip lifted Alexandre swiftly.
Alexandre was gently laid on the bed in the nearest guest room.
Shortly after, Domingo brought a basket of clean eggs.
“Madam, what are the eggs for?”
“To rub.”
“What?”
“This black eye has to go away as soon as possible.”
“Is that so? Will this do?”
A sigh escaped at Domingo’s question.
“I’m not really sure.”
It had worked on minor bruises, but it seemed to be a different case now.
“Is there no faster way to get rid of the bruise?”
“Bring the magic patch.”
Count Philip Morris, who had been listening to our conversation, stepped forward. He used Cure on the magic patch that Domingo had just brought.
“This will ease the pain a little, and reduce the bruise quickly.”
He covered Alexandre’s eye with the magic patch glowing with blue energy and added,
“But how quickly the bruise will heal is uncertain….”
“I thought it was a method to cleanly peel off the scabs, but it seems to have other effects too.”
Count Philip chuckled at my words.
“My mana is somewhat weak when applied to others. It’s powerful when I use it myself, though.”
“When do you use it?”
“When injured in battle, I made a mana wall to quickly stop the bleeding.”
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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