After finishing his conversation with Velia, Prince Khaled exited the palace. Quietly approaching his side was Ashid, a knight who had been waiting for him.
“How was it?”
Given Khaled’s bright expression, the conversation appeared to have been quite enjoyable.
Ashid was immensely curious about what they might have discussed. However, it didn’t seem like his prince had any intention of sharing the details.
“Hmm. Well.”
“Seeing you laugh, it seems you liked it very much.”
“Hmm. She was quite audacious.”
Thinking back, Velia had shown no fear at all.
She seemed to know exactly what kind of person she was…
‘Well…’
She was the woman who would become his lover in the future.
With that in mind, Khaled closed his eyes, thinking he should warn her to avoid such dangerous behavior in the future.
“Did you find out about the location of the gold mine?”
“No.”
“Wasn’t that why you came all the way here?”
Ashid asked, somewhat puzzled.
He had no idea how many resources had been used to find the owner of that letter.
Worried that the crown prince might find out, as many people as possible had been deployed to trace the route the letter had traveled.
By deliberately left clues such as the obvious wax seal’s origin and the places where the letter had stopped, and the combination of characters left on the letter paper, they finally discovered that the sender was Princess Velia.
Ashid felt a bit down, remembering the cold look in Khaled’s eyes as he confirmed the sender.
All that harsh treatment to get this information.
“What if, the princess lied…”
“Ashid. Don’t overthink it.”
Khaled raised his hand to stop Ashid, who was beginning to question Velia’s trustworthiness.
“Prepare for a formal visit to the palace soon.”
So it had come to this.
Ashid nodded, thinking that he would have to make major changes to his scheduled plans.
“And we need to start some rumors.”
If word got out in advance that he and the princess were lovers, it was clear that Raul would be anxious to persuade her before Khaled’s visit to the palace.
Thinking of him pathetically trying to win someone over in his usual selfabsorbed way, Khaled somehow felt amused.
Especially because he was bound to fail.
‘This will be fun.’
Seeing the situation unfold…
From now on, it would be impossible for Raul to tail the princess or have someone watch her.
‘He should’ve done it properly without getting caught. Stupid guy.’
He was always just showing off, and his actions always seemed so sloppy.
Even when he tried to use his brain, his underlying assumptions were full of arrogance, and most of his strategies did not even consider the possibility of failure.
Of course, Raul’s current position, receiving the full support and protection of the emperor, more than compensated for all that.
“What rumor?”
“That Princess Velia and I are actually quite close. That’s why she couldn’t accept the Crown Prince’s proposal and is now in quite a bind.”
Oh, and add this.
“It would be good to add that she is patiently waiting for her true love.”
“…Excuse me?”
I mean, since we’ve teamed up, I should help her properly, right?
“There’s a lot to do for my beloved.”
“Excuse me, what…?”
Did he just say… love? Lover?!
Ashid blinked rapidly, questioning if he had heard correctly.
“And I think I might get married. Keep that in mind.”
“…Excuse me?!”
Ashid shouted, unable to comprehend the context.
Marriage?!
“Wait a moment, Your Highness!”
Ignoring Ashid’s scream that was almost a shriek, Khaled moved on with a smile on his face.
[This is the time separator]The rumor spread in an instant.
The story that the second prince of the Empire, Khaled, and the first princess of the Ronika Kingdom, Velia, were carrying on a secret relationship.
The rumor couldn’t be dismissed as mere gossip given their significant statuses, so people everywhere were whispering about it.
“Sister!”
The rumor finally reached Ronika Palace, and Cloje, who was surprised to hear the story at a tea party with her friends, ran to Velia’s room and shouted.
“I just heard some ridiculous rumors?”
Velia, who was elegantly seated and reading a book, looked up at the sudden opening of the door.
And having confirmed that her visitor was Cloje, she neatly inserted the bookmark to mark the page she had been reading, and closed the book.
“Cloje. Didn’t I tell you not to run like that?”
“Sister! Is now the time to talk about that?!”
Despite gasping for breath, Cloje didn’t stop speaking.
“Right now, you and the Second Prince…! Tha…that!”
“……Is there a rumor that we’re dating?”
Not knowing what to say, as Cloje was fumbling for words, Velia opened her mouth in her stead.
“Yes! That’s it!”
“What’s that?”
In response to the calm question from her sister, Cloje frustratingly pounded her chest.
“What do you mean what?! There’s a rumor circulating among the nobles! It must have spread to the Empire too!”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Velia’s attitude was oddly calm.
“Could it be…….”
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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