Clang!
Having returned to his palace, Jeremy threw whatever he could grab within reach.
He hurled every object he could lay his hands on, yet even after this outburst, his rage remained unquenched, and Jeremy screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Aaaaaaagh!”
The sight of him roaring within the utterly ruined room was so pitiful that it was hard to believe he had once been the Crown Prince of Abelon, once the recipient of so many people’s hopes.
Shattered glass fragments lay scattered across the floor, and damaged objects, scarred from being thrown, covered the ground so densely that there was barely space to set one’s foot.
Through the crack of the open door, a maid caught Jeremy’s eye.
The moment her gaze met Jeremy’s hideous face, the maid froze in terror.
Too late, she tried to flee—but Jeremy had already seized her by the hair.
With a merciless motion as if tearing her scalp apart, the maid shrieked in agony.
“Kyaaaaaah!”
“Daring to mock me, even a mere maid like you?”
“F-Forgive me, Your Highness. I was only… only worried about you…”
The maid trembled, lips quivering, pleading for mercy.
Seeing her face, flabby and grotesque with bones exposed, made one’s stomach churn.
When he first heard his face was ruined, he thought, how ruined could it possibly be? But now, seeing it firsthand, nausea surged from deep within.
As the maid twisted her face in pain and clutched her mouth, Jeremy abruptly released the grip he had on her hair.
For a brief moment, the maid felt relief at having escaped—but Jeremy instantly grabbed her neck with both hands.
“Aaaaaagh! Die! I said die!”
The maid struggled desperately for her life, but she was no match for Jeremy’s strength.
Not long after, her body went limp.
Staring down at the corpse of the maid he had just killed, Jeremy called for his knights.
“Is no one outside?”
Ten knights rushed to his call.
Though they had heard the maid’s scream, fear of suffering the same fate had made them pretend they heard nothing.
Seeing the lifeless body collapsed among the shards of glass, a few knights’ eyes flickered with deep sorrow.
“You. You. And you. Release all available royal palace knights under your command and find Ben, the Empress’s closest personal guard.”
At Jeremy’s furious command, the knights quickly bowed their heads.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Find him, but do not kill him—capture him alive. Alive, do you understand? Alive!”
Jeremy’s eyes bulged with bloodshot rage. The knights fixed their gaze on the debris scattered on the floor, avoiding looking at Jeremy’s melted face.
“You two remain behind and clean up this filthy corpse and this room.”
“Yes, my lord.”
The knights moved as ordered, trying their best not to think.
Suddenly transformed into a monster, it was only natural his mind had become unhinged.
Whoever had dared to poison the Crown Prince was beyond insane—but the one responsible would surely see their entire bloodline eradicated.
“The rest of you, find my concubine who fled and bring her before me. Immediately!”
The knights hesitated. Even if he was the Crown Prince, this was too cruel.
Perhaps it would have been different if his face hadn’t been ruined.
Celia was the first love of countless people, a woman so beautiful that any man would desire her.
Now, with that repulsive, monstrous face, he was still demanding to possess her—wasn’t that the height of shamelessness?
The knights’ hearts brimmed with fierce resentment.
It stemmed from a twisted desire to claim what they themselves could never have.
It was the bitterness toward someone who had carelessly plucked the rarest flower in the world, blooming alone on a high cliff.
It was one-sided love for a woman whose beauty ached the heart.
Though that love was tainted by base desire, it ran deeper than the loyalty they owed their deranged lord.
“What are you all doing? Why aren’t you searching at once?”
These knights, who usually obeyed without question, now stood motionless in place.
Men who had not lifted a finger to help while the maid was dying now claimed to惜 even the sight of Celia before their eyes.
Jeremy let out a bitter chuckle in disbelief.
Of course his judgment had been accurate. If he hadn’t declared Celia as his concubine, she might have already been taken by someone else.
Regardless, Jeremy felt his insides twist.
He believed his knights were ignoring him because of his ruined face.
“Are you all so desperate to die? Daring to covet my beautiful concubine, when you call yourselves men!”
Jeremy roared.
“If you want her so badly, I’ll kill every last one of you right here.”
Just then, a soft, gentle voice descended, utterly at odds with the heavy atmosphere.
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
A rustling sound came from flowing fabric.
Entering, dressed in a wide-sleeved white robe, was none other than Ileon Gredrick.
His long silver hair, nearly steel-gray, shimmered with a soft luster, and his clear blue eyes resembled a perfect reflection of the sky.
Unlike Jeremy, who had become a hideous monster, he appeared strikingly elegant.
He wore the same gentle, saintly smile he always had.
Feeling infinitely more wretched, Jeremy’s already terrible mood plummeted into an abyss deeper than the darkest pit.
Yet, despite his displeasure, Jeremy could not harm Ileon here and now.
He had not yet ascended the throne. He needed to capture Ben alive and interrogate him on why he had done this. He also needed to find a way to restore his face.
The greatest reason Jeremy could not act against Ileon was because Ileon was the head of the Gredrick Dukedom—the pillar of Abelon.
“How did the Duke enter my palace? My birthday celebration ended only yesterday.”
At Jeremy’s words, Ileon feigned surprise.
“Your Highness hasn’t yet heard from Her Majesty the Empress about me?”
“What?”
Ileon continued speaking, not showing the slightest sign of discomfort despite seeing Jeremy’s monstrous appearance.
“Her Majesty the Empress has entrusted me with overseeing Your Highness’s imperial coronation ceremony.”
“What…?”
“I thought you would have already been informed by now. That is why I have come to your palace to discuss the details of your coronation.”
Ileon’s azure eyes softened gently. Jeremy stared at him, dazed.
“That’s impossible! Why would my coronation be entrusted to a Duke?”
“How could I possibly lie to Your Highness? Look—Her Majesty the Empress has even given me this letter of authorization.”
Ileon pulled a letter from his robe and showed it to Jeremy.
Jeremy’s pupils trembled violently upon seeing the document.
The letter, written in Empress Erpia’s unmistakable handwriting, bore a red seal confirming that full authority for Jeremy’s imperial coronation had been granted to Ileon.
There was no mistaking it.
The handwriting and the seal matched Erpia’s perfectly, down to the smallest detail.
Jeremy felt as if his breath had been cut off.
“Did my mother truly entrust my imperial coronation to you, a Duke?”
“It seems Her Majesty was deeply concerned for Your Highness. Entrusting such a significant matter to someone from the same noble house as herself speaks volumes. However…”
Ileon continued, his tone tinged with regret.
“Who could have dared to do this to Your Highness’s face?”
Jeremy hastily covered his face with both hands.
But what good was it, covering it now? Ileon had already seen it.
“Do you intend to appear at your coronation with that face as it is?”
Jeremy flared up at Ileon’s words.
“Are you, a Duke, daring to threaten me? Do you think anything will change just because you’re preparing my coronation? I am the sole direct imperial descendant in all of Abelon!”
“Your Highness.”
Ileon’s blue eyes shone with clarity.
“I am trying to help you. I have no intention of harming you.”
“How… how can I possibly believe you? Didn’t you come here to mock me, knowing my face is ruined?”
Ileon gazed at the delirious Jeremy with genuine pity.
Carefully, Ileon opened his mouth to speak.
“If you permit, I may be able to find a physician.”
“…!”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. Hope flickered in his grotesquely twisted eyes.
Like a moth blindly hurling itself into a flame, unaware it might burn to death, Jeremy was no different before Ileon.
Seeing Jeremy cling to even a sliver of hope directed toward him, Ileon softly smiled, his eyes gently crinkling.
“Ten years ago, I heard of a renowned healer in a distant land far from Abelon.”
“Ten years ago? That’s ages past!”
“Only recently did I happen to learn that this healer is now in Abelon.”
Jeremy’s Adam’s apple twitched.
The palace physicians had long ago declared it impossible to restore skin completely melted away.
But if there was even a chance his face could be restored…
“Can this healer truly restore my melted, monstrous face to how it once was?”
“If there is a possibility, we must try. We cannot leave the throne vacant indefinitely. For the sake of Abelon’s people, after all.”
Ileon offered Jeremy warm, comforting words.
“Please do not worry, Your Highness. I will return shortly.”
At that moment, Jeremy suddenly grabbed Ileon’s robe.
Seeing the pristine fabric wrinkled by dirty fingers, a deep contempt flashed in Ileon’s blue eyes.
Yet he was a master at concealing his emotions behind slightly upturned eyes—so much so that even Jeremy standing right before him failed to notice.
“Do you have something else you wish to say, Your Highness?”
“Duke…”
Madness swirled in Jeremy’s eyes.
“On the night of my birthday celebration, when you slipped out of the banquet hall—what exactly did you say to my concubine?”
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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