“If I tell you the location of the relic, would that suffice as a risky wager?”
Upon hearing Velia’s words, Derik let out a hollow laugh. He was clearly startled to know that she was aware he was secretly searching for the relic. Closing his eyes briefly to ponder, Derik finally spoke.
“…It’s too tempting an offer to refuse. Tell me the location of the relic. Once it’s verified to be true, we will immediately begin investigating His Highness the Second Prince. However, this may take time and I can’t promise you perfect information.”
“That’s fine. Do your best.”
Afterwards, Velia softly and precisely conveyed to Derik detailed information about who currently had the relic, where it was stored, and even how to get there.
“Do you really not possess the ability of foresight?”
Derik seemed to believe that Velia had a prophetic ability, but she gave no clear answer.
“Well, let’s just say I saw it all in a dream.”
Realizing he would get no more from her, Derik shook his head and rose from his seat.
“I’ll be in touch once everything is verified.”
(This is a time separator.)
Scribble, scribble.
The pen glided smoothly over the paper.
‘I need to start preparing now.’
There were changes to be made in the Knights’ organization.
It was tough to make immediate changes, so she had to prepare stepbystep to respond instantly when enemies invaded.
“Princess, it’s almost time for your appointment with His Majesty.”
“Ah, right. Thank you.”
Velia quickly rolled up the paper she had been writing on and stood up. She braced herself, knowing she had to convince her brother and father through logical argumentation.
Yet there were things she couldn’t explain—things that would be incomprehensible unless she said she came from the future.
She hoped those matters wouldn’t become a sticking point.
Filled with concern, Velia left the room to meet the King and Herald.
The King’s office was not far away.
“Abamama.”
“Oh, Velia! Come on in.”
The King warmly welcomed her with a bright smile and gestured to an empty seat. Herald was already sitting across from it.
“Brother, it seems I’m late.”
“No, I was just here early because I had something to discuss with Abamama.”
Velia sat down on the chair with a bright expression, pleased by Herald’s warm response.
Today’s meeting was arranged at Velia’s request.
“So, why exactly have you gathered us like this? What do you want to talk about?”
“Gathered? I simply wanted to share some information that could benefit the kingdom, so I asked for a little of your time.”
Velia responded, taken aback by the use of the word ‘gathered’. However, the king continued to tease Velia with a playful expression.
“So, it’s a scolding session then?”
“Ah, well…”
Caught in an awkward situation, Velia chuckled uncomfortably, eliciting a hearty laugh from the king.
“Alright, let’s hear the story you’ve prepared.”
The king rested his hands on the desk.
Velia took a deep breath and spread the paper she had prepared in front of her. Alongside, she also unfolded a large continental map.
“Oh?”
Velia pointed to a premarked section.
“First, I’ll talk about the mining negotiations.”
“Coincidentally, I discussed the mining negotiations with Ahmamama today.”
“What percentage of the shares are you considering?”
“We plan to ask for about 40%. It’s a mine within Ronika’s territory, after all. We think 40% is sufficient when factoring in future taxes.”
Velia nodded her head. It appeared that the empire was looking for an excuse to ask for a higher share.
In the past, they had only gained a 30% stake when they discovered a gold mine jointly with the empire, settling on taxes as a condition. Just thinking about that still made her blood boil. This time, they had no intention of letting that happen again.
“Not bad, but ask for a little more.”
“Velia, Prince Khaled has already said that he will divide a certain stake between the empire and the kingdom. We can’t make arbitrary demands.”
The king inquired how Velia planned to handle the situation.
“We have to push back as well. It’s a fact that Khaled is the prince of the empire. The empire, which has done nothing during the investigation, should not get additional stakes.”
They had already discussed this matter in previous meetings.
However, Velia was engaged to the prince of the empire and was soon to become the princess. There was no need to make Velia’s future difficult just to get a slightly higher share.
The compromise they had reached was a 40% stake.
“Ask for 5% more. Though it might not seem like much, it’s a sum too precious to give up.”
“Wouldn’t it look good if Prince Khaled has 40%, the kingdom has 40%, and the empire takes the remaining 20%?”
“Why should the empire take 20% from a mine in our own territory? Honestly, even a small piece of gold is too precious to give up. But considering Khaled’s position, this is our compromise.”
At Velia’s firm words, the king smiled warmly.
“Will you be alright living as a princess in the empire? I worry for you.”
Herald asked with concern.
“Don’t worry about me. Not now, not ever.”
Velia shook her head decisively.
She knew her family was concerned. But what had happened in her past life? The empire had taken everything, and they had fallen apart, all because they were concerned about her.
This time, she wouldn’t let that happen.
“Ahmamama.”
Velia spoke seriously.
“After I leave for the empire, there will be a struggle for the throne. You need to prepare for that.”
At her words, the king closed his eyes and fell silent.
Velia steadied her emotions during that silence. These were hard things to say.
In her previous life, all information from the empire had been deliberately blocked, and her family had suffered without knowing anything. There was no guarantee it wouldn’t happen again. Velia wanted to prepare for all contingencies as much as possible.
After a long silence, the king finally spoke.
“Did Prince Khaled desire the throne?”
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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