“I would have to trust Boswell. It didn’t seem like they would send reinforcements, so I came to save you myself.”
“How did you get through the strict imperial guard?”
“Yes. I opened a way.”
At Delia’s calm answer, the queen wore a dispirited expression.
So this was the foreboding feeling she had?
Her daughter, who should never have been here, was.
The fact that Delia was in front of her brought more despair than relief.
The queen’s arm, desperately stroking her daughter, fell limply.
“Delia.”
At the heavy voice of the king, Delia straightened her body with a start.
“Yes, father.”
“Explain what happened.”
Staring at her father’s stern expression, Delia swallowed her dry spit.
Her tense blue eyes rolled around as she struggled to find an answer.
Where to start?
The act of secretly opening the king’s letter to Boswell?
The foolish act of getting caught trying to rescue fake parents deceived by the enemy?
The certain relationship she had with the enemy commander?
There was not one thing that was easy.
“Well… If you’re asking how it happened…”
At the end of her sentence, Delia looked out the window behind her father.
Contrary to the beautiful sunset light reflected in the window, her father’s inquiring gaze was intense.
Unable to bear her father’s gaze, Delia turned her gaze elsewhere, feigning indifference.
She looked up at the large pillar protruding from the wall, staring at the picture drawn on the ceiling.
The artist who painted that ceiling painting had relentlessly pursued her.
How much he had begged to let him draw the portrait of the Princess of Iorenti.
Delia recalled the time when she ran away in a sweat to avoid the artist.
I wonder if the artist is doing well now?
I hope he wasn’t hurt in the war.
“Delia.”
The king called Delia, who was trying to escape from the question, with a stern voice.
“Yes, father.”
“Answer the question. What happened?”
“Well, I…”
The one who saved the troubled Delia was Aaron, who followed her in.
Taking off his military hat, Aaron walked in leisurely and spat out with a relaxed voice.
“I guess I should talk about that.”
At Aaron’s insolent tone, Delia quickly turned her head to glare at him.
Realizing Delia’s fierce gaze, Aaron quickly corrected himself.
“I mean, you should talk to me.”
At Aaron’s sudden change in attitude, the king’s eyebrows slightly twitched.
Delia, who glared at the enemy commander angrily, and the commander, who changed his tone at her gaze.
Looking back and forth between Aaron and Delia, the king eventually let out a deep sigh.
This was going to be a long story.
“Queen.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Take Delia and go out.”
At the king’s unexpected command, Delia scrunched her face.
“Father. I will also attend.”
“I will hear your story soon. But as a king, I need to have a talk with that commander first.”
“Father. But…”
Delia opened her mouth to persuade the king.
But even that was cut off by Aaron.
“Daik.”
“Yes, commander.”
“Escort the princess out.”
Aaron and the king jointly drove Delia out.
At their reaction, Delia scowled.
Why are they driving me out when my story is clearly going to come up?
“As the Princess of Iorenti, I have the right to be part of this conversation.”
Although Delia protested out of resentment, she had to stop soon.
The queen tightly grabbed Delia’s shoulder and said.
“Del. You and I. Alone. Let’s have a talk.”
“But mother…”
“Follow me quickly.”
The queen took Delia’s hand and led her, and Daik pushed her out with his eyes.
The king and queen, Aaron and Daik. They all drove Delia out in unison.
At the scrutiny of the four, Delia weakly answered.
“Yes, mother.”
In the end, Delia had no choice but to be dragged out of the office.
Thud.
As the queen, Delia, and Daik left, the large door closed.
Finally, only Aaron and the king were left in the quiet office.
Aaron flicked his head lightly, giving a casual salute.
“Now we can talk comfortably.”
Once Delia disappeared, Aaron’s tone swiftly reverted to its usual sternness.
The king, both yesterday and today, continued to regard the arrogant commander.
“Finally, I can hear what the situation is about.”
The gazes of the King of Iorenti and the commander of the Shtill Reich Empire fiercely collided in the void.
[This is the time separator]The king’s cold blue eyes thoroughly scrutinized Aaron.
The enemy commander, as if it was his own space, naturally took up his position in the king’s office and sat down.
There was an air of relaxation in the way he buried himself in the back of the sofa and rested his arm on the armrest.
However, his gaze, fixated on the king with his hands clasped, was quite sharp.
It was evident from his eyes alone.
Even for an experienced king, the Empire’s commander was not an easy opponent.
“Sign the surrender document.”
The earlier submissive posture, when he was with Delia, was completely absent now.
The commander, who was deeply respectful under Delia’s watchful gaze, showed his true colors as soon as Delia left the room.
“Acknowledge Iorenti’s defeat and sign the document that transfers all of the king’s power to me.”
The commander of the Shtill Reich Empire was as relentless as when he had conquered the three southern countries.
His voice demanding the signature on the surrender document was indeed arrogant.
“Our conversation will start after that.”
It was a very audacious and resolute command.
But…
It was not rude.
He used honorifics, maintaining formality.
The king, carefully observing Aaron’s every move, opened his mouth.
“I can’t seem to understand. Start with an explanation that I can understand.”
At the king’s words, Aaron slowly rose from the back of the sofa where he had been leaning.
He walked to the window that was painted with a beautiful sunset with a slow stride.
Aaron’s slow gaze headed towards the garden outside the window.
The scenery that the king and queen had overlooked a little while ago reached Aaron’s eyes.
“Do you know why the Empire hurried the war of conquest?”
“The Empire’s ambition to expand its land is well known.”
“Of course, there’s that too.”
The king asked with a hardened face at Aaron’s peculiar nuance.
“So, you’re saying there’s another reason besides that?”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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