Velia raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Khaled, seeing this, swiftly pulled her toward him by the waist.
“Do you think I’ll regret this?”
Velia naturally wrapped her arms around Khaled’s neck in response.
At her provocative answer, Khaled urgently sought her lips, as if the restraint he had been holding onto was snapped.
“Gah!”
“Ah…”
Asid, who was watching, let out a sigh.
I knew it was too good to be true.
Having observed them in Ronica Kingdom, Asid had already been on alert.
To let someone’s guard down and then stab them in the back later—unbelievable!
“Velia…”
Khaled’s eyes, calling out to Velia in a somewhat stifled tone, were not ordinary.
This could turn into a big problem!
“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”
Asid coughed desperately.
‘It absolutely cannot happen here!’
Velia was not in the same position as the princess. What kind of rumors are you trying to start here?
“Hmm.”
“Huh…?”
Suddenly, laughter rang out, and Asid was taken aback.
“Hahaha.”
It was a clear, brilliant sound.
The owner of the laughter was Princess Velia.
“Let’s go inside. Thank you for welcoming me, Khaled.”
Still giggling and leaning on Khaled’s chest, Velia gently pushed him away.
“Where is my room?”
The peculiar tension that existed between them melted away at Velia’s calm question.
“…Ah, I’ll show you.”
Khaled swept his face once and extended his hand to Velia.
Velia lightly grabbed his hand and set foot on the stairs heading to the Second Prince’s palace.
(This is a time separator.)
In her past life, she had stayed in the palace bestowed to the First Prince, so this was her first time seeing the Second Prince’s palace.
When she was the consort of the First Prince, she had no reason to come here. Even as the Empress, she had no reason to visit the deserted palace of the prince. So, she had assumed it would be similar to where Raul was staying.
“It’s neat, isn’t it?”
“I don’t like clutter.”
If Raul’s First Prince Palace was wrapped in opulence, Khaled’s Second Prince Palace was free of unnecessary things—neat and simple.
It wasn’t that it looked empty, rather it felt comfortable precisely because it wasn’t cluttered.
Khaled then stopped walking and asked,
“…Do you like cutesy things? Should I redecorate the room?”
Velia covered her mouth and laughed again at his cautious question.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You seem to have changed a bit.”
“Me?”
He had become warmer.
His words were laced with warmth.
Meeting after a long time, why did everything he say sound sweet?
But Velia decided not to answer him, making him even more curious.
“Is this where I’ll be staying?”
Velia quickly changed the subject.
Upon entering the room he showed her, she was amazed at how thoughtfully it was decorated.
In the small closet connected to the room, new dresses and various kinds of accessories were abundantly prepared. Everything was in place, enough to make her ready for a party tonight if needed.
“When did you prepare all this?”
“Right after you came back?”
“But you didn’t even measure for the clothes, how did you…”
When making clothes, measurements had to be taken so that they fit the person perfectly. How had he managed to make dresses without that process?
Khaled explained confidently,
“I swiped a few clothes beforehand. Your sister helped.”
Oh my God.
He conspired with Cloje to swipe some clothes in advance.
Velia was so shocked, she was speechless.
“Princess Cloje seems to have a good personality. I like her.”
“…Khaled.”
“Thanks to her, you have less to worry about. You would’ve had to get all new clothes anyway.”
He said he wanted to gift her all the clothes she’d wear in the empire and smiled, leaving her no room for anger.
In the end, Velia smiled lightly and thanked him.
“Ah, and we will go greet His Majesty later.”
“Is it alright if we don’t go today?”
Given that the Kingdom of Ronika was a friendly but weaker nation compared to the empire, it was formally required for Velia to greet the emperor.
However, Prince Khaled shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the matter.
“I’ve already relayed that. He didn’t seem too concerned. And you must be tired today, so you should rest.”
In truth, Velia didn’t particularly want to meet the emperor either. She thought it better to make a brief appearance rather than act impolitely.
“In a few days, there will be a welcoming party for you, so there’s no need to rush now. We won’t have much free time after the party.”
Velia nodded her head slightly.
“What about the Empress?”
She had to greet the current Empress, who seemed practically confined in the imperial palace. She wanted to meet her since she was Khaled’s mother.
“No need to go.”
However, Prince Khaled refused a bit stiffly, avoiding Velia’s gaze.
“I should greet her. After all, I am marrying your son.”
Khaled did not provide an answer to that.
Velia sent away the maids who were tidying up and pulled Khaled to sit on the sofa. She realized they hadn’t spoken much about the Empress.
“Khaled, would you prefer I not meet the Empress?”
Velia cautiously asked.
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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