That sentence was echoing through the grand ballroom like a déjà vu.
Only then did Delia realize.
That mad commander was talking to her, who was hiding.
He had already noticed that Delia was hiding in the palace.
“There will be no need to shoot them.”
Gritting her teeth, Delia held her gun close to her face.
Cursing under her breath, Delia reached for the door handle with her other hand.
The guards following her blocked Delia.
“You cannot, Princess.”
The voice of the guard stopping Delia echoed ominously in the darkness.
“We are a step too late. You must give up and escape.”
“…..Give up?”
“They seem to already know our plans. They will have set a trap to capture us and will have thoroughly prepared for this.”
The guard next to her added, with a tense expression.
“In the absence of the captain’s attack, stepping forward now would only lead to death.”
“I know. But…..”
Delia looked at the guard blocking her.
“I can’t give up, can I?”
Pushing past the guard, Delia firmly grasped the door handle.
Outside, the threats disguised as choices continued.
“If this is your choice….. I guess I really will have to shoot.”
I’m coming out, you maniac.
Taking a deep breath, Delia pushed open the secret door.
The hidden Delia was bathed in light so bright it was blinding.
[This is the time separator]“I’ve come out. I’ve come out, haven’t I? Stop it now.”
Delia blinked repeatedly to adjust to the light.
Despite her blurred vision, Aaron, who was pointing his gun at the throne where her parents were seated, was etched in her mind clearly.
Delia scanned the surroundings quickly, her gun still aimed at Aaron.
The imperial army, tightly surrounding the grand ballroom.
Two enormous thrones where her parents should be sitting.
And the mad commander watching her.
“Finally, you’ve come out.”
Aaron looked at Delia, who had emerged from behind the wall of the throne.
He had guessed that in an emergency, the king would have a secret passage closest to the throne for quick movement.
Aaron watched Delia prove his prediction.
“It’s been a while.”
Aaron’s captive had changed a lot since he last saw her.
Perhaps the aftereffects of consuming the poison were severe, her face was pale without a trace of blood.
She looked even thinner than before.
He could feel her weakened body trembling slightly, unable to support the gun.
But some things hadn’t changed.
The blue eyes glaring at Aaron and the golden hair flowing down like a beautiful light.
The unyielding dignity, even in the midst of enemy lines.
The determination to face straight on and not retreat for what she wants.
Aaron’s captive was filled with an unfamiliar yet nostalgic feeling.
“How dare you point a gun at the king of Iorenti?”
“You weren’t going to come out on your own.”
“Now I’m out, as you said. Now put the gun away.”
Gritting her teeth, Delia looked at where the barrel of Aaron’s gun was aimed.
Hidden behind the enormous throne, the hand holding the scepter was faintly etched on her blue iris.
How humiliating must it be?
Thinking about what her father had gone through, she felt a needless sadness blur her vision.
In order to suppress her tears, Delia gripped her gun even tighter.
“Put the gun down right now.”
“Put your gun down first. If you want to save them.”
At Aaron’s signal, another soldier aimed his gun at the queen’s seat.
Then a feeble sob echoed through the hall.
Realizing she had been cornered, Delia bit her lower lip into pieces.
Zer still hadn’t given any news, and the enemy had her parents hostage.
There was no other way.
Slowly, Delia put the gun she had aimed at Aaron on the ground.
“Now, put away the gun. Don’t aim at our parents.”
“As the princess wishes.”
Only then did Aaron put away and tidy up his gun.
To prove that he was unarmed, he raised both hands.
Nonchalantly, as if a gun was nothing.
Ignoring Delia’s threats, he remained leisurely.
That made her even more annoyed, so annoyed she thought she’d go mad.
Infused with rage, Delia snapped at him.
“I’m here right in front of your eyes, just as you said. Now release our parents.”
“Only if you come to my side first.”
It was an obvious ruse, but she found herself unable to refuse.
Eventually, Delia glared at Aaron and slowly moved forward.
The closer she moved to her parents, the closer he became.
It was a distance that could easily catch her off guard.
She was stepping back into his territory that she barely escaped from.
A choking tension flowed through Delia’s veins and spread throughout her body.
“It will be okay, Father.”
While staying alert around Aaron, Delia found herself by the throne.
She gently covered the hand of the king who was holding the staff and whispering.
“Don’t worry.”
The moment she touched her father’s hand.
Delia’s heart froze over.
She felt dizzy as if all the blood in her body had been drained out in an instant.
The touch was unfamiliar.
It wasn’t the rough and wrinkled, yet warm hand of her father.
Only then did Delia turn her head and look at the person sitting on the throne.
“Nice to see you again, Princess.”
Aaron’s Deputy Dyke nodded his head with a sheepish smile.
The crown on his head seemed awkward, and his greeting looked as stiff as a wooden doll.
One hand held the staff, and the other firmly held the hand of Queen Meredith’s maid.
Meredith was sobbing with her head down, as if she was scared.
It wasn’t her parents.
The ones she risked her life to save weren’t her parents.
She was tricked again.
Tricked again by that cunning commander.
Her mind went blank.
“This bastard.”
Angry Delia pulled out her hidden knife and swung at Aaron forcefully.
Aaron lightly dodged the knife by turning his body.
“Princess, your words are quite fierce.”
“Where the hell did you take our parents?”
“I can’t expose my precious collection to danger.”
“You madman. You’re the most dangerous. Give them back now.”
Delia took back her missed knife and held it firmly.
She yelled loud enough to shake the entire banquet hall.
“Jer. Shoot this bastard right now.”
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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