The celebrations continued until dawn.
The official ceremony held before the Emperor upon arriving in the capital, after which the troops could finally be disbanded and the soldiers could return to their families,
The Emperor allowed a somewhat exciting makeshift ceremony so that the soldiers returning to the capital could fully enjoy the joy when they arrived in their hometown.
With no formalities set and the atmosphere freer compared to the ceremony in the capital, the soldiers sometimes discovered their crying families mixed in the crowd, rushed out to embrace them and shared emotional reunions.
It was a midnight celebration, but there seemed to be no sleeping houses.
“Julius really put in some effort.”
To the point where even the journalists were purely surprised, Julius spared no expense.
“To beat this celebration, His Majesty the Emperor will have to make an effort, won’t he?”
People who were absurdly thinking about why the ceremony started at midnight became convinced when the fireworks exploded and beautiful lights decorated the night sky that Julius unfolded a brilliant move to showcase their night view in order to create a ceremony that seemed special yet did not appear to challenge the authority of the royal family.
It was a celebration as abundant and splendid as unprecedented in history.
It was hard to believe the controversy over poor supply over the past five years.
[This is the time separator]The sky was changing its color as dawn broke.
Rayna’s head was also being bleached accordingly.
‘What am I doing here……?’
Rayna had been waving her hand at the citizens for eight hours standing next to Arse on the golden carriage for the celebration parade, dressed in a dress.
I don’t know now if I’m waving my hand or my hand is cramping.
I didn’t know the celebration would be this hard.
“……”
My feet hurt in the shoes.
My heels were more stinging than my pierced ears overnight.
Maybe because my corset was too tight, I even had a throbbing pain somewhere in my chest bone.
It’s hard to breathe. My bones aren’t broken, are they?
There was a smell of food all around as they were having a festival, but Rayna hadn’t been able to eat anything as she had been waving her hand with a lofty smile in front of the cheering people.
I’m hungry. But I’m not even hungry. I’m so tired.
My feet hurt. My arm hurts. My chest bone hurts.
It’s cold. I’m dizzy as if my earrings are heavy.
I was going to faint before I even got to the lecture.
“Miss, you can’t lose your smile. The journalists are watching.”
The two maids standing next to her whispered and supported Rayna, fixing her dress.
While they made her disheveled hair pretty, fixed her makeup, removed the withered flowers and replaced them with fresh ones, Rayna was blankly staring at their faces.
Our eyes met slightly. They were maids whose faces I recognized, but whose names I didn’t know.
They would have recognized that I was not ‘Miss Christina’ without a doubt, but they didn’t even look surprised.
They called me ‘miss’ so naturally that for a moment I doubted if they saw me as a real miss.
They must have had to stick it on to make me look like a miss, right?
It would be strange if a miss wasn’t waited on by anyone.
The Viscount family wouldn’t have wanted anyone to know I was doing this.
Did they hear that if they kept their mouths shut, they would receive double the weekly salary?
“……”
Thud.
Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my shoulder and Rayna blinked her eyes.
Then I heard the sound of whistling and cheering that seemed to lift something around me.
Looking next to me, Arse had taken off his coat and draped it over her shoulder and was withdrawing his hand.
His gaze leaves as if nothing happened without a word.
“……”
Was my memory distorted?
It seems like a lie that I said ‘you were pretty handsome’.
He had a rather, excessively handsome appearance.
Even the expressions made without any particular meaning, and the posture that was just there were imprinted as if they were scenes of great significance to someone.
“……”
Why is he so handsome? He wouldn’t have needed a face in war.
Even knowing that our history could take me to the lecture podium, he was so cool that my fear diminished for a moment.
Under the dim dawn light, just wearing a loose white shirt and casually looking elsewhere, he was amazingly like a lie.
How can there be such a person in the world?
I stood still, breathing in a manner that felt unnatural. My face and arms seemed on the verge of convulsions.
Hadn’t he been standing there, waving his hand all night, just like me?
How could he look so relaxed and free, as if he had just stepped out to greet the dawn?
As expected,
“….Does his physical endurance come from being in the military…..”
Gasp.
Iris clamped her mouth shut. It wasn’t a comment meant for anyone else to hear.
Was it the corset squeezing my body that was to blame, or was it the thought that I had been keeping to myself that slipped out of my lips without my knowing?
Iris covered her mouth.
“….”
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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