Meanwhile, Anselot, having left his seat, was walking through a quiet corridor. Contrary to the bustling ballroom, this corridor, only occasionally traversed by servants, was very dark and quiet.
A whistling sound came through an open window slit. Anselot immediately turned towards it.
“Prince Anselot, die!”
A black-masked assassin charged at him.
“Ah, what a nuisance.”
He had been sensing murderous intent directed at him, and now an annoying figure had attached itself to him.
Annoyed, Anselot raised an eyebrow and conjured a long spear out of thin air, then pierced the body of the assassin who had rushed at him.
Thud!
The assassin fell to the ground without a scream.
The persistent threats to his life were not system cleaners but assassins sent from his homeland.
Anselot coldly observed the cooling corpse.
Well, he didn’t necessarily need to welcome this unwelcome guest in the corridor. It wouldn’t have mattered if the assassin had caused trouble in the ballroom.
But…
“Then our princess would be scared.”
Anselot thought of Luibel’s eyes, which would widen like a scared rabbit. Then he smirked and added,
“I want to see that pretty face alone.”
As his murmuring dispersed, a new attack came from the opposite side. Anselot quickly turned, blocked the attack, and dispatched the second assassin.
His body hadn’t fully recovered yet, but his movements were still fluid and precise.
Anselot pressed his temples wearily as someone’s footsteps echoed in the silent, blood-scented corridor.
The long spear of white light that Anselot was holding dissipated into the air.
“Oh, Prince Anselot.”
The man who appeared looked at the two corpses on the ground with a perplexed expression.
“Another assassin intrusion in the palace?”
It was Cedric, Orent’s aide. Recently, Orent’s servant was found dead in Anselot’s room. Anselot calmly told the raging Orent that the servant was an assassin from their homeland, as proven by paralytic poison found in a teapot the servant brought.
Initially, Orent didn’t believe it but retracted his accusations after the discovery of the poison. Anselot became acquainted with Cedric, Orent’s aide, through this incident.
“Do you have a handkerchief?”
Anselot, without any formal greeting, suddenly extended his hand and asked.
“Here’s a handkerchief, but why…”
Cedric blinked and handed over a handkerchief.
Anselot, instead of a word of thanks, replied indifferently,
“I can’t show my partner a blood-stained appearance.”
True to his words, there was a bit of blood splattered on Anselot’s left cheek, barely visible in the dark.
Cedric looked up at Anselot, somewhat surprised by his rather normal response.
“You care for Princess Luibel.”
“……?”
Anselot’s eyebrow raised even more skewedly than when he had detected the assassin’s presence.
“Princess Luibel, the third princess, is admired within the empire for her beautiful appearance and kind nature.”
“What nonsense are you talking about.”
Anselot frowned openly, murmuring in displeasure.
“Take care of the security of the Acestor Palace.”
He gestured towards the dead assassins and turned back to the ballroom.
He had been delayed longer than expected. Thinking that Luibel might be waiting, he quickened his steps unknowingly.
But the atmosphere in the ballroom he returned to was not what he had expected.
“Our Prince Orent has been eagerly anticipating inheriting His Majesty’s sword. How could you bestow it upon Princess Luibel!” Duke Hamelton, the biological father of Prince Orent, was raising his voice in a dispute with the Emperor.
Amidst the chilled atmosphere, people glanced surreptitiously at Luibel, though they didn’t dare to stare openly.
Despite being the person concerned, Luibel remained calm, seemingly unharmed by the situation.
Anselot, who had been rapidly advancing towards Luibel, stopped abruptly.
‘Why…’
Anselot clenched his fists tightly.
Luibel, who was casually sipping champagne, appeared in his retina.
It was strange.
She seemed unfazed, yet why was he feeling so angry?
After the third dance, guests proceeded to present their congratulatory gifts to the Empress.
There was a certain order to approaching the Emperor, with the royalty customarily greeting him first.
Following the custom, Gloria, Orent, and Elizabeth greeted the Empress in turn, and then it was Luibel’s turn.
After the royals, it was time for the noble families of the empire and foreign envoys.
The ballroom, which had been peaceful, became disrupted when it was Duke Hamelton’s turn.
“You know how hard Prince Orent has worked at the borders, fighting off the beasts. Doesn’t Your Majesty understand?” Duke Hamelton’s voice, initially filled with a slight grievance, gradually escalated.
“How could you bestow His Majesty’s sword upon Princess Luibel, when our Prince Orent has been looking forward to inheriting it!” As Duke Hamelton finally mentioned her name, Luibel felt the people glancing her way.
Ignoring their gazes, she simply sipped her champagne.
“How can this be!”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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