The woman smiled apologetically and declined the hand offered by the Duchess.
“Oh… No, it’s okay.”
The woman crouched down and began picking up the scattered flowers from the ground.
Meanwhile, a warm light continued to emanate from the woman’s body.
The Duchess, trying to suppress her bewildered feelings, hesitated.
Covering her eyes to shield herself from the dazzling light, she noticed that the woman’s hair, which appeared golden, turned black, and the white flowers on the ground transformed into blue blossoms.
…?
Agnes blinked her eyes.
“Is it dazzling because I saw it wrong?”
Looking down at the woman who was picking up flowers absentmindedly, the Duchess, Pearl, also bent down to collect the flowers.
As the Duchess personally bent down, the startled maids hurriedly joined in picking up the flowers.
When the women, all at once, picked up the flowers, the scattered blossoms quickly gathered back into the woman’s basket.
“Thank you.”
The woman expressed her gratitude, bowing her head slightly.
Wearing a hood and letting her long hair fall, her face was not clearly visible.
“Then, I’ll be going…”
As the woman tried to leave, the Duchess urgently grabbed her wrist.
“Just a moment.”
“Yes?”
The Duchess looked at the woman.
Who are you?
What connection do you have with the Julius Mansion?
Do you know Arthur?
Suppressing all these questions, Agnes calmly chose words that would sound least strange.
“What’s your name?”
“Huh…?”
The captured woman hesitated, perhaps thinking she was asked about the flower’s name, she looked down at her basket and answered.
“Genetiana.”
The Duchess smiled.
“No, your name.”
“…?”
Oh, right. A sense of wariness appeared on the woman’s face.
As if embarrassed, the woman with black hair pulled back slightly while still holding her wrist.
In her trembling form, a sense of caution could be read.
“Why do you ask for my name…”
Agnes noticed a guard in the woman’s face.
The maid, who seemed uncomfortable from the moment the Duchess began picking up flowers, stepped forward with a frowning face.
“Show some respect. How dare you, knowing who this lady is. This lady is Pearl, a Duchess…”
The maid’s words stopped.
The Duchess sent a momentarily cold and stern gaze, preventing her from continuing.
In an attempt to explore quietly without causing a disturbance, Agnes had deliberately come to this quiet street.
Realizing the meaning to keep her identity hidden, Viscountess stepped back and retreated.
…
Pearl, the Duchess, looked at the black-haired woman again with a gentle smile.
“I’m sorry for suddenly grabbing you. We are not suspicious people. I’m a noble on an incognito journey… I need to reveal my name first; I’m called Vasilisa.”
Pearl, the Duchess, Agnes, revealed her baptismal name naturally while keeping her real name concealed.
Though Agnes was a famous name, not many knew her baptismal name, Basilisa.
“Can we have a moment to talk? There’s something I’d like to ask. How about going in for a moment and having a cup of tea…”
The woman, far from feeling relieved, seemed even more frightened, turning pale. She appeared bewildered at the mention of nobility.
The Duchess inwardly sighed and put on an even friendlier expression.
“It’s okay. I’m not trying to blame you for the collision…”
However, the woman, as if terrified, abruptly shook off the Duchess’s hand. The Duchess, unaccustomed to such treatment, let go in confusion.
“I-I’m sorry.”
The woman stepped back.
“I have an urgent matter to attend to. I’m sorry.”
Without hesitation, the woman forcefully pushed the Duchess aside and turned around, running away at full speed.
“Just a moment!”
Although a signal came from the bewildered Duchess’s mouth, indicating that she didn’t want to let the woman go, none of the maids in dresses were able to catch her.
Reyna suppressed her trembling chest.
“Hoo…”
Her heart pounded as if it had gone mad.
The moment she heard the introduction of Vasilisa, she felt her breath stop.
“How did we meet here? In such a remote street…”
Black hair, purple eyes.
A dignified posture with an expressionless face.
“This lady is Pearl…”
As the lady-in-waiting, who seemed to have been her maid, stepped forward, looking displeased, Reyna felt a creepy chill as she guessed what she was about to say.
She was fortunate enough to escape without hearing the end of that sentence.
Reyna put her hand on her chest and leaned against the wall.
“…Is it safe? My wig.”
Reyna reached into the hood with her hand to check if the black wig she wore on her head was securely attached.
“Whew.”
Fortunately, the wig was properly in place.
Reyna hid in the shadow of the alley, breathing heavily.
“Fortunately, the wig was properly secured.
Reyna hid in the shadow of the alley, breathing heavily.
‘Vasilisa.’
There’s no way not to know.
The maternal aunt of Arthur, also the sister of the Emperor.
That was the baptismal name of Agnes, the Duchess of Perl, the hostess of the northern region.
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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