When Rembrandt returned to the detached house where he was staying.
Francis, who was sitting on the living room sofa reading a book, sensed his presence and stood up from his seat, closing the book.
“Duke Rembrandt, have you arrived?”
Rembrandt gave a smile.
“Francis, see if someone is here.”
Then, following behind Rembrandt, another guest came in.
Upon discovering him, Francis’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“……Your Highness, the Crown Prince?”
The blond, handsome man lifted his head and smiled at him.
Surprised, Francis, forgetting his manners, hastily moved from in front of the sofa and rushed towards them.
“Your Highness! Oh my, my goodness. Is it really you?”
The smiling Crown Prince briefly greeted him and offered his hand for a handshake.
“It’s been a long time.”
It was a reunion after five years since the Crown Prince had gone on his official journey.
Francis, with a surprised smile on his face, clasped his hand tightly with both hands, and even gave him a hug afterwards.
“How long it’s been! How come……. Did you come with the reformist military? How could you come without any news! I heard that you were going straight to the palace!”
The Crown Prince shook his hand with a smile.
“I intended to, but I felt sorry to just pass by. So I dropped by. Rembrandt is here too, and you are too. I was also curious about Aser’s lady.”
Francis blinked his eyes happily with a smile.
“Ah, you honored me by including me in your list again. How have you been?”
The Crown Prince chuckled and replied.
“Thanks to you. Well, as everyone says, thanks to Aser.”
Rembrandt offered the Crown Prince a seat.
“Please, have a seat.”
Francis left the upper seat and Rembrandt’s seat empty, moved to the opposite side, and asked.
“Did you have a chance to meet the Count and Countess?”
As the Crown Prince took the upper seat, he held back his words.
“No, I mean. It seemed like I would be seen as dragging the schedule to return to the capital, and it seemed like it would be a hassle to be asked for favors. The Count has enough on his plate with Aser, so I will stay quietly for a day or two.”
“They would be surprised and happy to know that Your Highness has arrived.”
“That’s also a little annoying.”
Francis frowned.
“Is the supply shortage real?”
“Yeah, it was a mess. Didn’t Aser tell you?”
“I didn’t have a chance to talk with Lord Aser. The Count hid him so well and didn’t show him. Only Duke Rembrandt barely met him once. It didn’t come around to me.”
Rembrandt’s butler came into their reception room with a trolley and set up the tea.
Francis continued.
“He seemed very busy as a reformist general. Visiting bereaved families, visiting war veterans, and having interviews……. In the newsletter, it said that Lord Aser explained the supply shortage quite positively in his interview.”
The Crown Prince raised an eyebrow.
“Aser explained it positively? What did he get?”
Rembrandt quietly added.
“War veteran bonuses and pensions for bereaved families. ……Quite a lot.”
The Crown Prince widened his eyes and then laughed.
“He did well. It wouldn’t have been easy to get that from that stingy guy.”
“After it went as far as a preemptive strike, he had to do that much.”
Francis asked the Crown Prince again.
“Ah, did you meet Lord Aser by any chance?”
“Yeah. I went to see him first and just came from talking to him. Rembrandt also just came from seeing him.”
“I see. Ah, did Lady Christina also……?”
The Crown Prince scratched his nose and laughed.
“Yeah, I saw her. She seemed like a fine woman. I was worried, but Aser got married well.”
Francis looked at the Crown Prince with slightly surprised eyes.
“Did you meet her? Lady Christina?”
“Yes. Francis, haven’t you met her yet?”
Francis shook his head.
“Oh, what a surprise. How much the Duke Julius is hiding. He’s not showing it to the Duke Rembrandt, not me. He doesn’t even show his nose though he has set up a portrait schedule. His pride is really….”
“Really?”
The Crown Prince asked, looking curious as he held his teacup.
“He didn’t look like a highnosed lady, did he?”
Rembrandt hid his expression by awkwardly smiling and casually lifting his teacup.
Upon hearing the Crown Prince’s words, Francis showed a subtle interest and lowered his voice.
“Really? What was she like?”
It was a story they would not have told in a public place, but the Crown Prince, Rembrandt, and Francis had been friends since they were children studying together.
The Crown Prince mentioned Rembrandt’s girlfriend as casually as if he were talking about an old friend.
“Pretty, polite. A fresh yet elegant type?”
Rembrandt stared at the Crown Prince, who was describing ‘Leina’ as Christina, while he stirred his teacup quietly.
The Crown Prince continued.
“I’ve only heard that she’s picky and all covered in a veil, so I thought she might be a strange person… but unexpectedly, how should I put it… She seemed modest and careful, the kind adults like.”
“Really?”
“……”
Rembrandt turned his gaze away, barely smiling, hiding his embarrassment.
But soon, the ball was passed to him.
“What do you think? You said you’ve known the lady from the beginning.”
Cough.
Rembrandt coughed a little as he drank his tea.
Francis looked at him curiously, as if to say, “What are you talking about?”
Rembrandt, covering his mouth with his fist, glanced at the Crown Prince with a slight frown.
“I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”
“Ah, sorry. Is it a secret between you two?”
“?”
Francis looked at Rembrandt, puzzled.
The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes suspiciously, looking at Rembrandt.
“You… you don’t have something with Lady Aser, do you?”
“No. Would you like to bet on the dignity of my aunt?”
The Crown Prince said in disbelief.
“Why would you bet on that, it’s my mother.”
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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