“Why are you crying?”
“……”
“Velia.”
Rising from his seat, Prince Khaled tenderly wiped Velia’s tears away as he looked at her.
Velia reached out and tightly embraced Prince Khaled’s neck without uttering a word.
“Hmm. Do you pity me?”
Prince Khaled lifted Velia with a smile and held her close.
“Velia.”
Velia buried her face in Prince Khaled’s neck and exhaled deeply. Her swirling emotions were not wellorganized.
Prince Khaled, who was completely unaware of this, jokingly asked her.
“May I kiss you?”
Velia shook her head vehemently.
She wasn’t sobbing, but her eyes were tearsoaked. All of a sudden, she started worrying about how she would look to him.
“No?”
Velia nodded with her face still buried in his neck. Prince Khaled chuckled softly.
He then held Velia like a child and gently stroked the back of her head.
“……Khaled.”
“Yes.”
“The throne is yours.”
Velia was sincere.
Reading her emotions, Prince Khaled lightly kissed the top of Velia’s head.
“……Shall we sleep here and go?”
His voice was subtle.
However, Velia gently wiped away her tears and responded.
“No.”
For him, who had poured out so much affection on her, and for herself who had come to love him, they had to move forward.
‘We will be happy.’
Definitely in this lifetime.
Her determined will sparkled in her stillmoist eyes.
“We must return. To our battlefield.”
Velia was resolved to hand him everything he had lost and rightfully deserved, one by one. And that included herself.
(This is a time separator.)
Today was the day of Raul and Princess Cantelief’s engagement ceremony.
Velia stepped outside dressed in a dark purple gown. The engagement wouldn’t take long.
“Velia.”
Prince Khaled extended his hand as he waited at the door.
Velia grabbed his hand with a slight smile.
“The wedding will finally be next autumn, it seems.”
“Of course. Unless the Emperor is insane, why would he deliberately postpone our wedding?”
Velia shrugged her shoulders.
“I guess he felt like killing the mood.”
Upon reflection, it seemed that the Empress’s cultivation was not enough to hide the dissatisfaction over Prince Khaled’s successful completion of various tasks, outpacing Raul.
“That’s not that important.”
Velia’s voice grew softer. She then whispered.
“What’s important is that the Emperor has started paying attention to us.”
Checkmate will soon come.
“He seems irritated despite our restraint, doesn’t he?”
“That old man must have been unhappy ever since we got engaged.”
His tone was full of sarcasm.
Prince Khaled changed the subject with a hardened expression, as if he didn’t want to talk about the Emperor anymore.
“Ah, yes. I invested in that place you mentioned under a proxy name.”
“The winery in the southern region?”
Prince Khaled nodded.
“The wine made from this autumn’s harvest will become a masterpiece to be remembered.”
The wine to be produced this year will become a highend wine that will sell out later.
Years from now, nobles will flaunt their power based on whether they possess this wine or not.
‘I can’t overlook what I already know.’
Velia had no intention of missing out on an evident gain. However, it was too conspicuous for her to take direct action. Hence, she employed the strategy of using Prince Khaled’s proxy.
Through his proxy, she made a substantial investment in this year’s wine production, securing a contract to purchase more than half of the yield.
“It’s going to be a massive gain. Just wait and see.”
“Even the proxy who did the preliminary survey is very optimistic. They say this year’s grapes are excellent.”
Events unfolded according to the memories of a previous life, and so Prince Khaled was able to discreetly secure advantages without overly agitating the Emperor’s side.
“If it’s your advice, I must trust it.”
Certainly, Khaled had often gained benefits following Velia’s suggestions.
Especially financially, he had made significant gains, so he immediately proceeded upon hearing about this investment opportunity, even reaching out to the owner of the vineyard.
Though taken aback by the sudden contact, the owner was immensely satisfied after visiting the actual winery and even expressed his excitement. He was also curious about who had informed them of such news.
“The vineyard owner wants to meet you.”
“I’d like that.”
Velia smiled warmly.
She wanted to meet all the people around him.
‘Come to think of it, I should meet Count Tesa as well…’
Velia suddenly tapped on Khaled’s arm and asked,
“Will Count Tesa be attending our wedding?”
“My grandfather? Of course, he must come and boost his only grandson’s spirits.”
“It would be nice to set a date and visit his territory sometime.”
Khaled responded positively to Velia’s words.
“My grandfather would welcome you anytime.”
“That’s a relief.”
Considering that they would continue to be involved with Count Tesa, it was essential to meet and confirm things.
Whether he was truly helpful to Khaled.
Or.
‘…Is he also using Khaled?’
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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