The Villainess' Joyful Married Life (59 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
Marchal Alhemitz—she was one of Leona’s closest friends.
Beside Marchal sat Baroness Volan Palmania, who was no different.
Leona, Marchal, Volan—this trio had once filled Eshika with dread.
Their bitter relationship began when Eshika, after her marriage, suffered great humiliation at the hands of these three during Leona’s first birthday celebration.
“Do you even know what it means to gift a blue pearl?”
“I… I… In the Freihats region, blue pearls symbolize beauty and longevity…”
“Now I finally understand Duchess Klaus’s distress. My lady, you clearly require much education.”
In the capital city of Torres, a blue pearl signified “jealousy.”
Leona had temporarily hired Marchal and Volan to “educate” Eshika.
Though called education, it was little short of abuse.
“It’s so cold—please let me go inside…”
“Oh dear, you expect to enter your room while still unable to walk properly as a duchess?”
Marchal, clad in thick woolen garments, forced Eshika—dressed nearly in her nightgown—to practice walking outdoors for hours on end, all in the name of “proper posture.”
“I’m hungry. Could I please have just a little more…”
“Maintaining one’s figure is a basic expectation of noblewomen. I suppose someone raised like Bridget wouldn’t know that.”
Volan, whose waist was at least twice as wide as Eshika’s, made her survive day after day on mere thumb-sized pieces of bread at every meal.
It was obvious who had orchestrated this torment.
Leona Klaus, Duchess Dowager.
In the early days of her marriage, Eshika gradually lost even the will to resist under their relentless abuse.
Disobedience was met with harsh punishment…
To survive, she had no choice but to obey.
“Now you’re finally beginning to look presentable.”
At their final lesson, Marchal and Volan giggled as they uttered those words.
“You still don’t quite fit into the Klaus family, though. Hehehehe!”
Eshika’s once-vibrant cheeks had grown rough, and deep shadows darkened beneath her eyes.
Only when the naive, dream-filled young duchess had vanished completely did they conclude her “education.”
Even afterward, the two women frequently visited the ducal estate to see Leona, and on any day Eshika so much as glimpsed their shadows, she would retreat indoors and tremble uncontrollably.
“……”
Her pale-faced, cowering figure—this had been the last image anyone remembered of Eshika Klaus…
But today, Marchal saw something different in Eshika.
Her expression was dignified and confident; she didn’t even avert her eyes from Marchal’s gaze.
Volan, too, raised an eyebrow at Eshika’s unflinching demeanor.
“I’ve come on behalf of the Duchess Dowager to congratulate Count Alhemitz on receiving the Imperial Order.”
And her voice—utterly calm, devoid of fear or emotion.
‘What’s going on?’
Marchal frowned slightly, briefly pondering this unsettling change.
Having heard Eshika would be attending in her place, she’d expected to see the woman trembling in terror.
“……However.”
Eshika seemed perfectly composed.
“Where should I sit?”
At Eshika’s question, the assembled ladies stirred and glanced toward Madam Marchal.
Flustered, Marchal pointed to an empty seat and instructed the maids.
“……Escort the Duchess to her seat.”
Failing to offer a seat to a guest at a tea party was a grave breach of etiquette.
Marchal’s unexpected blunder quickly transformed her embarrassment into anger.
Leona had always described Eshika as merely a “temporary” match for Kalian.
Indeed, Bridget was far too lowly to marry into the Klaus family, and Eshika—who received no affection from either Leona or Kalian—seemed barely able to hold her position within the household.
Thus, tormenting this insignificant provincial noblewoman to appease Leona—and relieve their own stress—had seemed perfectly reasonable.
Yet now this wretch dared challenge them?
Marchal’s insides seethed with fury.
‘Was I really beaten by such women?’
Meanwhile, seated comfortably, Eshika let out a quiet chuckle.
The former Eshika had suffered daily despair over women as trivial as these.
And these two would surely pay for their cruelty in due time.
“Good afternoon, Duchess.”
As she settled into her seat and began sampling the refreshments, someone beside her offered a brief greeting.
The woman, with brown hair and brown eyes, wore a dress far plainer than those of the two countesses.
Unlike the others—who avoided looking at Eshika as though she were invisible, nervously watching the two countesses—this woman seemed oblivious to the tension as she struck up a conversation.
“Oh… I’m Helenia Merhin. Wife of Baron Merhin.”
Only after Eshika stared at her blankly did the woman realize her oversight and hastily introduce herself.
Recalling Cella’s research, Eshika understood why.
The Merhins were local nobles from Sainan, a peripheral region like the port city of Freihats.
“His Grace, Duke Klaus, is renowned even in Sainan… Meeting you in person is truly an honor…”
She’d mentioned having recently come to the capital to expand her cheese business.
Thus, she knew nothing of Torres nobility or high society etiquette.
“……?”
Eshika noticed Helenia flinch as if someone had just poked her side.
The woman seated next to Helenia whispered something in her ear, causing her face to turn deathly pale.
Seeing this, Eshika chose not to continue the conversation.
Lively chatter soon filled the room.
Eshika took no part in it, and no one addressed her.
Only Helenia seemed mindful of Eshika’s presence—
though even she didn’t dare speak further.
Yet Eshika’s cheerful enjoyment of the refreshments, despite such overt exclusion, displeased Volan greatly.
“I have a question for the Duchess of Klaus.”
Volan thus addressed Eshika directly.
Eshika, who had been focused on her cookies, lifted her eyes to meet Volan’s.
The moment their gazes locked, Volan felt her heart lurch.
‘Did her eyes always look like that?’
She might be imagining things, but she suddenly felt like a mouse standing before a lion.
Though no hostility was present, an indescribable aura of authority radiated from Eshika’s calm eyes.
‘It’s just that I’m not feeling well today.’
Volan forced the thought away and pressed on.
“I heard the Duchess Dowager intended to send a gift to House Alhemitz through you.”
All the ladies instantly turned their attention to Eshika.
Volan expected Eshika’s face to flush with panic.
The Eshika she knew would immediately stammer:
“I… I’ve never heard anything like that,” breaking into a cold sweat.
Then Volan could corner her by accusing the Duchess Dowager of lying, forcing Eshika into submission.
But Eshika merely let out a soft, amused laugh.
After a brief pause, she spoke.
“Baroness Palmania, you’re insulting the Klaus family.”
Her words, ice-cold, dropped like a bucket of water on the tea party.
The room fell into stunned silence; no one dared speak.
Even Volan doubted her own ears—had she really heard that?
Before Volan could retort in outrage, Eshika cut her off effortlessly.
“W-What do you…!”
“The Duchess Dowager has been bedridden with severe illness for three days. The Count received his honor just yesterday—do you truly believe she had the chance to prepare a gift?”
Volan’s eyes widened at Eshika’s razor-sharp reply, which cut straight to the truth.
Now every lady in the room stared at Volan.
“Though we knew Baroness Palmania was close to Madam Alhemitz, to openly demand a gift from House Klaus under the pretext of an Imperial honor bestowed by Her Majesty…”
This was outright insubordination.
“I… I was only repeating what the Duchess Dowager told me! A week ago, there was talk that Count Alhemitz was likely to receive the honor, so I assumed…”
“All matters concerning Imperial honors—including their bestowal—are classified. Even House Klaus cannot know beforehand, and if they did, they certainly wouldn’t spread rumors. That is the rule.”
Volan’s hands began trembling violently at Eshika’s words.
Of course, Leona would never have revealed such confidential information.
But Leona, who despised her daughter-in-law intensely, would happily accept any lie told to torment Eshika.
Her “education” had been conducted the same way.
“So, Baroness Palmania—you’re now publicly accusing the Klaus Duchess Dowager of violating protocol and acting recklessly?”
“N-No! That’s not it at all!”
Volan shot to her feet, her face darkening as she frantically waved her hands.
In trying to torment Eshika, she’d accidentally accused Leona of misconduct and demanded a gift from House Klaus—an act of gross insubordination.
Though most present were friends of Alhemitz or Palmania, gossip spread quickly—and always with exaggeration. This would not end well.
Finally, Volan apologized to Eshika in a quavering voice.
“I’m sorry, Duchess. It seems I was mistaken.”
Marchal’s expression had also turned grim.
‘What on earth is this? Why has that dull, pathetic Eshika Klaus changed so drastically?’
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Don’t tell me, it’s the Prince! Stalking world be too much Prince
Aww princess. You should still heed your paisen words
Do you know your sister is alive prince? Does that mean you are intentionally ignoring her for her safety?
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“You betrayed your friend, stole her jewels, and now you fawn over the Grand Lad
Why did they become friends to begin with? It’s not like yuri knew eshika would marry him
Cella spat out bloody saliva and glared at Yuri.
Does cella know martial arts at this point or no? I remember she asked
“This mother… can’t bear living under such injustice… uuhuhu….”
This guy is hopefully just gonna be an endgame final boss or something
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You haven’t seen anything yet, foolish extra. There is much to he seen
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So many folks out of here without the circus. You go girl!