“She will get close enough to the maids and drink with them. And she will gather at Hersia’s house to host a small dinner party and invite us there.”
“When you become close to the maids, you will automatically learn about the Queen’s daily activities. So, you can do that much, right?”
After hearing it, Hersia nodded, as if it didn’t seem like such a difficult task.
“I’ll give it a try, Your Grace.”
“Remember, you must become close to the maids.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
Hersia didn’t ask why she needed to become close to the maids. She seemed to feel a little relieved, thinking that it might not be as difficult as she had feared to monitor the Queen.
I could understand Sicar’s instruction to Hersia to build familiarity with the maids. It seemed like he wanted to check their memories during the dinner party.
To find out about the Queen’s daily activities through Hersia and get more detailed information, it would be best to use the memories of the maids.
Since the Queen’s maids couldn’t casually roam around social gatherings, Sicar probably couldn’t find a suitable way to read their memories.
He might have been able to sneak a peek through illegal or somewhat risky methods, but it seemed like he kept that as a last resort.
“Before doing all that, you need to persuade your cousin, the King. So, don’t miss anything and do as I instruct.”
Then, Sicar explained everything Hersia needed to handle in the future.
When Hersia tried to take notes, Sicar warned her not to leave any evidence and advised her to remember everything.
So, Hersia diligently memorized every word Sicar said.
‘I should have explained it like this from the beginning. He really doesn’t know how to communicate with people.’
After seeing Hersia looking relieved, I asked Sicar.
“Are you trying to see the maids’ memories during the dinner party?”
“Of course. Why else would I attend such useless parties?”
“Seeing Hersia’s expression, it seemed like she could handle it well. She appeared confident.”
“If she doesn’t have that level of ability, she shouldn’t expect to change her life. She shouldn’t even think about it.”
“She will do well. Today, her gaze was the most confident I’ve seen so far.”
Sicar looked at me, slightly smiling, but when our eyes met, he turned away and said, “Seeing you happy doesn’t seem so bad.”
Even if he says that, seeing Sicar subtly smiling while watching me being pleased by Hersia made me laugh unintentionally.
But what is Sicar trying to find out by using an aide to the Queen, not Gillian’s aide?
It didn’t seem like a method to identify people from the same place as me.
Curious as I was, I couldn’t ask him further since he didn’t speak first.
For now, I believed he would handle it well on his own, as he always did.
After returning from the Duke’s residence, it wasn’t an easy task to meet the King, but since marrying the Marquis was the only way to avoid it, Hersia gritted her teeth.
Standing in the imposing audience chamber, she respectfully greeted Gillian.
“Thank you for granting me an audience, Your Highness.”
Gillian, who was sitting on a chair, gestured for Hersia to sit and clapped his hands, indicating for her to speak.
“You, who always avoided me, now speaking to me first; it must be something I can endure out of curiosity. Sit there quickly.”
‘So, he planned this audience early.’
When Hersia applied for an audience, she was expected to wait for more than a month on the waiting list, given the crowded schedule of the nobles’ audiences. Rather, she felt relieved when her turn was delayed.
However, the next day, she received a command from Gillian to enter the palace.
Gillian, leaning back in his chair, slowly lowered his head towards Hersia.
“Tell me why you wanted to see me.”
“I heard that Lady Kaelian will be on maternity leave for a while.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard. But why are you asking about that? Do you want to become one of the Queen’s maids or something?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I would like to be a maid for the Queen.”
“Why all of a sudden?”
“I have longed to serve the Queen, and when I heard about Lady Kaelian’s absence, I thought this was my chance.”
“Is that the only reason?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“We’ll see if that’s the real reason. Stand up.”
Gillian suddenly stood up and grabbed Hersia’s arm, lifting her to her feet, leaving her bewildered.
“Your Majesty? Why, why are you doing this?”
“Follow me quietly.”
Gillian, exuding an aura of a fierce beast, walked away, and Hersia, following him, felt like she was walking through a thorny path.
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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