Thud.
A dull sound echoed as the conference room door closed behind.
It felt exactly like the sound of prison bars closing.
Clearly, she was outside the conference room, standing in an open space.
Yet, she was trapped in a narrow prison where she couldn’t even breathe freely.
Delia released the tension in her hands, which had been clenched tight enough to draw blood.
Her body, which had stood upright to protect her final dignity, swayed as if it would collapse.
Although she was walking, she had no idea where she was heading.
Thud, thud.
Delia walked, making a clattering sound, listening to the footsteps behind.
Her hair turned white, and her mind became hazy, unable to utter a single word.
With each breath, her lungs felt like they were filled with hot embers.
Even though no one had laid a hand on her.
She was battered, as if trampled by dozens of people.
As if her heart had been stabbed with a knife, unseen blood flowed.
Unthinkable suspicions combined with her actions, turning into truth.
Truth armed with lies overwhelmed Delia.
With no strength left to endure, Delia leaned against the corridor wall.
She gasped for breath, panting heavily.
To support her crumbling body, she exerted strength in her hands.
Her scratched fingernails sounded, and blood formed where they touched.
A sharp pain entered her brain, and her dying mind trembled as if having seizures.
I endured all this for Ioleti.
To be abandoned like this.
For what reason?
Delia raised her head and looked at the empty corridor.
No one following, and no sound heard.
A mad glint flashed in her blue eyes.
Delia swiftly turned her body.
Without hesitation, she reached out her hand towards the person following her.
“You.”
It was an unbelievably quick action from someone who had been walking without strength.
Like the last ember consuming the final flame.
She pushed against the wall, grabbed the throat with force, and squeezed.
“Did you betray me?”
Unbearable rage was directed at Jerr, who followed closely.
Jerr, perhaps anticipating it, leaned against the wall as Delia pushed him.
As if empathizing with Delia’s feelings, he willingly accepted her touch.
It made it even more maddening.
“Did you betray me?”
An uncontrollable anger was directed at Jerr, who had been with her from the Tarence Mountain operation to being captured as a prisoner.
From chasing Mei to sharing both major and minor incidents.
He knew best of all the things Delia had done for Ioleti.
“I wasn’t saving you back then.”
Yet, Jerr seemed to turn a blind eye to the truth being tainted by falsehood.
He stood by while Delia was being brutally tormented by falsehood.
To betray me so mercilessly.
“I will kill you with my own hands.”
Despite his labored breathing, Jerr did not resist Delia’s hand.
Without any resistance, he merely contorted his face in pain.
“I will kill you, and I’ll command the Imperial Army in Wongsung to expel both the Crown Prince and the Council. No, I’ll kill them all.”
Delia’s hand, gripping Jerr’s throat, trembled uncontrollably.
It was unclear whether it was anger or despair.
One thing was certain: she was plummeting into an abyss where the bottom couldn’t be discerned.
To the extent of trying to destroy what she had protected.
Delia was falling uncontrollably.
“A transformation has occurred. Meeting him, you changed, Princess, Your Highness.”
Even while Jerr gasped for breath, he couldn’t take his eyes off Delia, who was shattering as she fell.
It seemed as if fine particles of light were falling in the deep darkness.
“At that time, being captured as a prisoner, spending time together, he became enchanted.”
Delia’s body stiffened.
There was a gap in the hand that was choking her.
Jerr barely managed to exhale through the crack in his strangled breath.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at his smooth hand on his neck.
The light reflected by the ring sharply pierced his eyes.
“Despite invading and occupying Ioleti, he was bewitched by the idea that he protects us.”
“…….”
“If it were the usual Princess, you wouldn’t have said you’d kill Ioleti people by seeking help from outsiders.”
“What can a Princess expelled from Ioleti do? Even if it means using his power, I will expel everyone and reclaim my position, my honor.”
“Do you still not know? You are suffering from this because of the current Supreme Commander.”
His words made the spine tingle like flipping icy water.
Like a thin needle piercing through bloodied fingernails, a sharp pain passed through.
Delia’s voice, barely denying, trembled thin.
“Where are you talking nonsense…”
“Your Highness gave them an opportunity. If you didn’t associate with the enemy, even if such suspicions arose, the loyal members of the council wouldn’t have turned away with a sense of betrayal.”
“…….”
“If you hadn’t associated with the enemy, the loyal members who were loyal to the royal family wouldn’t have felt betrayed.”
“…….”
“It’s because of the Crown Prince’s attempt to be with all the commanders.”
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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