Or maybe it was because Peter was such a common nickname. In fact, that was why Lowell had not been able to find Peter until now.
Now, all the pieces fit together.
Why the Emperor wanted a noblewoman with black hair and eyes, why she fit that description so perfectly.
The boy who loved her the most in the world 10 years ago, still couldn’t forget her, even though she was believed dead.
What an irony.
She had come back to kill him.
A single tear rolled down Lowell’s cheek, like a dried petal falling, and her voice cracked.
“Peter, you should have killed me just now.”
Until she entered the palace, Lowell’s goal was simple: to kill the Emperor. As long as she could end his life, nothing else mattered.
But everything changed after meeting Peter.
The moment she realized the Emperor was the boy from her memories, the affection, longing, or tenderness she had built up alone over the last 10 years crumbled into betrayal.
Nothing is more devastating than ruined affection.
It was a different kind of emotion than mere anger or revenge.
She no longer wished for a simple death for the Emperor.
‘You must despair.’
Lowell planned to destroy the Emperor.
Just as her own life, her own being, had been brutally destroyed.
Lowell gently stroked her bruised neck and closed her eyes.
‘Peter.’
I’ll make you regret not twisting my neck when I offered it today.
“I like your black hair.”
In her childhood, Peter used to brush Lowell’s hair every day. Despite the considerable effort required to make her long hair shine, Peter insisted on taking time to brush her black locks.
Maybe he saw it as a chance to have Lowell all to himself.
Of course, Lowell always scoffed at this.
“The miller’s second daughter also has black hair.”
“That one has brown eyes. Yours are black.”
“Funny. Do you know how many maids with black eyes we have in our mansion?”
“Seven.”
Lowell was a bit taken aback this time. She hadn’t expected such a quick response, so she began counting the maids on her fingers.
“Anna, Sophia, Marie, Lu… It’s true? Did you really count them all?”
“Can I not know what I see?”
His response, without any hint of boasting, seemed so matter-of-fact that Lowell’s eyes narrowed.
“Then do you know how many maids have both black eyes and black hair?”
“……I’m not interested. I only need to know you.”
“Liar. You know it.”
Peter was an exceptionally sharp boy. If he knew how many maids had black eyes, would he really not know how many had both black hair and black eyes? The only time Peter pretended not to know something was when he was preoccupied with Lowell. Lowell knew this too.
As the reflection of Lowell in the mirror pouted, Peter, who had been quietly brushing her hair, stopped.
“Lowell.”
Instead, he tilted his head to meet the eyes of Lowell’s reflection in the mirror.
“Do you hate that I like you?”
The question, devoid of any humor, seemed too solemn for a child. But Lowell liked that seriousness. She liked his earnestness, which couldn’t possibly be a joke, and his honesty in not trying to hide his feelings.
That’s why Lowell played such mischievous tricks, all to hear him say it.
“I like everything about you, Lowell.”
Yes, that’s what she wanted to hear.
Having heard what she wanted, Lowell quickly turned around to look up at Peter. With sparkling black eyes, she asked:
“Peter, would you like me even if I were a bad kid?”
“Yes.”
“Even if I were so sick that I might die young?”
“I like you, even if you’re sick.”
“And… what if I treated you badly?”
“Yes.”
Peter always nodded. In truth, Lowell was more often not a good child than she was, and there were many times when she snapped at Peter. But he remained constant.
“As long as you don’t hate me, I like whatever you do.”
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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