“Is there anything about the room that displeases you, my lady?”
Lady Egrette asked with concern.
“Since we only recently learned of your coming, the preparations might be somewhat lacking. If you inform us, we will bring whatever is missing immediately.”
“No, no. The preparations are perfect, especially if the theme of this room is ‘the South’, ‘the Fosche Duke’s family’.”
Too perfect in reminding me that I am a woman who came from the Fosche Duke’s family, that’s the problem.
“It would be challenging to change the room’s decorations so abruptly. How about this? I won’t sleep here tonight. Perhaps I could stay in the Duke’s room for the time being, since it wouldn’t have such decorations.”
“But Lady Anette, it is unprecedented for a Duchess to leave her own room and stay in the Duke’s room right after marriage…”
“I have left the Fosche family to join the Inkheart family. The Fosche family is no longer important to me. The Inkheart family comes first in everything now.”
If Rose Temery wants to maintain her villainous position, she should truly learn from her master.
By preparing this room, everyone in the castle would be reminded that the new Duchess is ‘from the South’, ‘a person of the Fosche family’.
Staying in this room would make tomorrow’s gossip predictable.
“Did you hear? That Southern woman spent her first night with the Duke.”
Everyone dislikes foreigners, especially those who flaunt it.
This room arrangement was perfect for losing favor.
“The Duchess’s roots are in the Fosche family.”
“A newlywed bride should be adorned with her husband’s family symbols.”
It’s not about adhering to patriarchy, but signaling a willingness to blend in.
If they really cared about me, they would have decorated this room with symbols of the North and Inkheart.
“You must have been too rushed to think of that. I won’t blame you, as you mentioned it was out of sincerity.”
Rose Temery, not even reaching my chest, is simply laughable.
The truly frightening person is someone like this. Someone who can ostracize the new Duchess publicly without uttering a single curse.
“Please have it removed.”
I turned away coldly and left the room.
Crash.
Egrette, unable to contain her anger, threw a vase. The fully bloomed flowers were crushed on the floor.
“That woman from the South is tougher than I expected.”
I had always been worried about who Darius’s bride would be. So, when I heard it was the eldest daughter of the Fosche family from the South, with whom the North had poor relations, I was relieved.
She was said to be an unloved daughter in her own family.
A girl who seemed weak and easy to manipulate.
In a family-friendly romantic web novel, scenes like this aren’t detailed! Uh, they always appear vaguely and indirectly, but can I handle the actual situation well?
Every slight movement he made caused my heart to race, and when Darius eventually got up and took off the blanket, I felt like I might scream from the tension.
‘No, no! Maybe he just woke up wanting a drink of water!’
Despite my strong denial, he leaned toward me.
I lay pretending to sleep, silently screaming inside.
‘Not in the carriage!’
Not in the carriage!
“Uh-huh, hmm…! (At least let’s do it in a place with a bed!).”
“It’s cold under a thin blanket, no wonder you’re shivering.”
Rustle.
What covered me at that moment wasn’t his scorching lips but something lukewarm – the blanket he had been using was now laid over me.
“Uh-huh…? (What’s this?)”
Despite my best effort to squint, I couldn’t read Darius’s expression.
Finally, he pinched and twisted my nose with his fingers.
“Ugh… (I’m awake! I’m awake, but I can’t say I’m awake!)”
“Your nose is small too. Small hands, small feet, small body. Are all Southern women this petite?”
‘Is this an insult? Is he mocking me for being small compared to his tall stature, like a cicada hanging from a withered tree?’
Tock.
Before I could retort, pretending to have just woken up, Darius lightly tapped the tip of my nose and returned to his place.
Then he started sleeping again, without covering himself with the blanket.
Some time later, when I thought Darius had fallen back asleep, I sat up bewildered, looking at the two blankets covering me.
“Do you think you’re immune to colds or something…?”
My foolishness and the two blankets – that’s what truly marked my first night.
‘No, nothing happened in the carriage either! So tonight will be the same!’
…But technically, we were traveling in the carriage, and tonight is the official first night. What if something happens tonight?
My two inner selves battled it out.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
