She, looking pitifully at his outstretched hand, took it and stood up.
“Cedric. Let’s go back. You’ve lost too much blood! If the wound opens further, it will be dangerous.”
Cedric slightly shook his head at the sight of his wife, looking at him as if she were the one in pain.
“Cedric. It’s best to do so.”
Lamein’s urgent voice was followed by a low sound from Edward.
“Let’s go down and have the carriage ready.”
Duke Haribo, who had been silently watching the situation from horseback, quickly turned his horse’s head.
“Let’s go down for now.”
At Edward’s words, Cedric nodded his head and bowed.
And he picked up the sword on the ground and sheathed it.
At that moment, Lamein witnessed a faintly crumpled expression on Cedric’s face.
‘It hurts. Yes, it can’t help but hurt. We need to get treatment quickly.’
She was seriously worried about infection in the wound where the sharp arrow was stuck and then pulled out.
Including tetanus, the situation could lead to severe aftereffects from infectious diseases.
‘But this is a place where war occurs; this level of treatment should be possible.’
All her nerves focused on her husband’s physical condition at that time.
“Can you walk?”
At her husband’s voice, Lamein stopped her toe, which she had put forward.
No. She didn’t intend to stop, but she stopped without realizing it.
Slowly blinking her eyes, she turned her head.
As if trying to read her thoughts, her meticulous husband’s gaze circled around her face.
……It felt strange.
He was the one who was injured, so why was he only worried about her?
From the moment he appeared in front of her and took the arrow,
To this moment, where he asked her if she could walk without a scratch on her.
All his actions and every glance felt strange.
“……Why are you looking at me like that?”
At her faint voice, Lamein slowly swallowed her breath.
“No. I haven’t been hurt. Of course, I can walk. Let’s go quickly.”
As if relieved, her husband, nodding his head, quickly moved his steps, holding her hand tightly.
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Upon arrival at the mansion, Duchess Roger, who had already heard the news, had called for Arend.
After Cedric went into the room for treatment, Lamein returned to her room.
“My lady. First…… it would be best to change out of this dress.”
Jane, sitting on the bed, watching Lamein, spoke.
“Just a moment. I’ll just stay like this for a while.”
With her eyes tightly closed, she took a deep breath.
‘There’s only one person who would target me.’
She clenched her fist tightly as she recalled Sion’s face.
‘I wish I had been the one hit by the arrow. Since I’m not hurt…….’
Quietly continuing her thoughts, Lamein slowly opened her eyes.
She recalled her husband’s face as he embraced her, fearing she might be hurt by the flying arrow.
And the appearance of Edward and Haribo who had appeared there as well.
And the appearance of Edward and Haribo who had appeared there as well.
“If I had been injured, I might have revealed my abilities to the two.”
He realized the fact that he had not recognized until too late.
“Don’t do anything.”
“Please. Don’t do anything right now.”
Recalling the image of Cedric urgently gripping his wrist, he looked down at his wrist.
His long, straight eyes slowly crinkled.
“Does Cedric know about Lamein’s abilities?”
……Could it be? Is that it?
“No, he might have simply thought I was going to heal.”
He thought the latter possibility was greater since he had shown that behavior all along.
Lamein, who had been quietly lost in thought, slowly raised her head.
She looked at Jane, who was more breathlessly watching her, and got up from her seat.
“I have to change my dress and go to Cedric.”
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It’s been quite some time since Arend started treating him.
Lamein was pacing nervously in front of Cedric’s firmly closed door.
Click.
Shortly afterward, Cedric’s door opened, and Arend revealed himself.
“Arend. How is Cedric’s condition?”
Lamein quickly approached and asked.
“I have completely scraped clean and disinfected the place where the arrow embedded in his shoulder was.”
It feels painful just hearing about it.
“The wound on his arm is quite deep, so it will take some time to heal.”
Lamein, who was intently looking at Arend speaking in a subdued voice, slowly opened her mouth.
“Did you use or feed him any other medicine besides the treatment?”
She was most curious whether there was a proper remedy in this world.
“Yes. There was still some medicine left that I had obtained when I went to the northern kingdom with Duke Roger.”
“What kind of medicine is it?”
“It’s a medicine that prevents wounds from festering. It’s the medicine used on wounds every time he came back from the war.”
Lamein then finally relaxed her tense eyes.
“It’s fortunate that, as a noble, he was able to obtain medicine.”
Arend, who had been looking at her slightly, opened his mouth again.
“He has a high fever right now. It seems I will have to watch over him all night.”
“……Really?”
“Please return to your room, ma’am. I will come to you if anything happens.”
Looking at Arend with a reassuring expression, Lamein slowly opened her mouth.
“No. I’ll stay by Cedric’s side all night.”
“…….”
“It’s because he got hurt because of me. I’ll be there.”
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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