“When I opened my eyes, I was lying on my bed in my room.”
“…”
“My body had only very light wounds.”
Evans listened intently to Cedric’s long story without a single change in expression.
Even after the story ended, he remained silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.
“The rumor that you saw a child on the battlefield is true.”
He said what he had heard from Edward.
“How old did the child look?”
“I didn’t get a good look at the face, but it appeared to be around 15 years old.”
“I see.”
Evans nodded, his lips closed in a straight line, while looking at Cedric, who slowly opened his mouth.
“I came to see you because I know that someone from the Myers family is alive, and I was curious about something else.”
Evans blinked his eyes, as if asking him to speak.
Cedric’s lips tightly closed as he swallowed his breath slowly.
And he leaned his upper body closer to Evans.
At that slight change in the air, Evans slightly raised one eyebrow.
“Something strange has happened to my body since that day.”
“…What do you mean by strange?”
Cedric paused for a beat, then whispered into Evans’s ear in a soft voice.
“…!”
For the first time, Evans’s usually unshakable expression was greatly shaken.
“Hmm.”
Cedric straightened his slightly embarrassed leaning body.
And he let out a short sigh, about to bow his head.
“Lift your head.”
“Who said I was bowing my head!”
Cedric snapped back at Evans’s words, tensing his neck.
“Calm down.”
“I’m always calm.”
“I suppose so.”
Somehow feeling annoyed by the words, Cedric forcefully composed his expression.
Evans, who had been silently contemplating, slowly opened his mouth.
“The child was alive.”
A mysterious smile played at the corners of Evans’s mouth.
“A child from the Myers family, who is born maybe once in 100 years.”
“…”
“The child must have survived.”
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Knock. Knock.
The door to Sion’s room opened.
“Come in.”
Lamein received the servant’s cold gaze as she stepped through the widely opened door.
“Lamein. You coming here on your own feet is quite surprising. I cannot hide my astonishment.”
Sitting on the sofa in a haughty manner, Sion spat out a mocking voice from the start.
“What made you change your mind?”
A white grin flashed between his slightly upturned lips.
“It seems my brother is worried about me. I thought I’d come to show my face.”
“Ahh, you mean the letter? I thought you’d just refuse and say no.”
Sion slowly straightened his leaning body on the sofa as Lamein approached him.
And she sat down opposite him, taking in Sion’s room at a slow pace.
A pillar of the bed in the center of the room.
‘Bark. Bark like a dog.’
Tied and sobbing, she saw herself.
‘You’re not barking properly? Then I’ll burn your arm!’
With every glance, Lamein’s memories began to surface, one by one.
Each small piece of memory came together, starting to tell the story of Lamein’s miserable life.
‘Crazy bitch.’
And who the man before her eyes truly was.
A man who knew nothing, thus ignored by his father Heter Kalipx all his life.
Lamein was his emotional trash bin.
“People from the Duke of Roger’s house must be taking good care of you. They say you’ve collapsed, but your face looks much better than when you were here.”
“I don’t see the trash in front of me.”
“……What?”
Looking straight into Sion’s crumpled eyes without a word, she opened her mouth again.
“I now remember why I haven’t come here all this time.”
“…….”
“Why did I only remember now that there’s trash like you?”
Bang!
Sion fiercely kicked the table in front of him.
“What are you babbling about now?”
“You can’t lay a finger on me anyway.”
“……What?”
Lamein slowly scanned the room again.
“The one you used to play with like a toy has become the one holding your father’s leash.”
“…….”
“If something happens to me and I get kicked out of the Duke of Roger’s house, you’ll probably die. At your father’s hands.”
Sion’s quivering lips tightened.
“Lamein. How dare you……”
The man’s face, holding back anger, was worth seeing.
“I should have killed you when you lied about losing your ability.”
Lamein’s eyes darkened.
Again, a battlefield, pulled out like a weapon of war.
“Lamein. Save the people of Martin Kingdom. Understand?”
The war ended with the victory of Martin Kingdom, thanks to Heter’s betrayal of Lator Kingdom.
“I’ve lost my ability. Just kick me out of here.”
The image of Lamein kneeling and crying in front of Heter passed by.
……I wanted to escape.
That’s why you lied.
Yes. You wanted to run away.
Heter Kalipx slashed her body with a sharp knife right there.
“Unfortunately, it’s a lie. Foolish one.”
Heter laughed at Lamein, looking at the disappearing wound.
“You won’t have to participate in the war for a while, but for now, don’t kill or chase her away. She’ll be useful somewhere.”
In the end, her desperate wish turned into nothing.
“I should have killed you then.”
Sion’s voice grumbled.
“If it weren’t for Father or the royal command, your head would have already been cut off by my sword.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
