Lamein let out a long sigh as she returned to her room.
Recalling her excited self in front of Cedric just a while ago, she furrowed her beautiful brow.
“What on earth was I babbling about in front of a man who knows nothing……”
It was clear that no matter how much she spoke to the nobles, they wouldn’t understand.
And.
“It’s only natural to be dumbfounded when someone who isn’t like that suddenly behaves like that.”
She thought how surprised the man, who clearly knew what kind of person Lamein was, must have been.
Regretting it now was already too late.
Lamein, who let out another sigh, recalled Cedric’s blue eyes which were strangely deep at the time when she poured out more emotions than necessary.
“He still accepted my request, didn’t he?”
Was it because he didn’t want to listen to any more nonsense?
Contrary to her worry, she who had her way dropped her eyes in regret.
“Lordel must not collapse again.”
The face of Lordel, who was worried about his future due to an illness unrelated to his will, came to mind.
“Huh.”
Another sigh erupted from regret.
“I’m going to hit the floor at this rate.”
Lamein, who took a deep breath, slowly walked around the room as if to refresh her mood.
The bright sunlight peacefully streamed into the room where the luxurious furniture was neatly arranged.
She thought about how great it would be if she could enjoy this peaceful space to her heart’s content.
“What should I do first when I leave here?”
A wife who is not loved by her husband.
The determination to escape from the obvious and sad future remained unchanged, so she decided to plan for the future.
“I have to go out for a while…….”
It would also be important to see how this world works directly with her eyes.
Lamein, who swallowed her thoughts, glanced around the room meaninglessly with her eyes, and her eyelids twitched slightly.
There was a door next to a large closet filled with dozens of dresses.
“What’s that over there?”
Lamein moved her steps and opened the door in a breath.
The scene beyond the wideopen door was an ordinary library with a desk and bookshelves.
The only peculiar thing was that there were a lot of books.
‘Did Lamein like reading books?’
She slowly moved her steps and approached the bookshelf.
The bookshelf was filled with novels that the nobles of this world would probably enjoy reading.
‘Etiquette to be observed at the ball. Horse riding etiquette.’
From time to time, books containing rules and regulations to be observed in certain places were seen.
Lamein, who was reading the titles of the books calmly, stopped her gaze at one place.
A bookshelf with many books that have been stained with hand sweat.
Most of the books didn’t have titles.
She reached out and pulled out one of the thickest books.
When she opened the book, dense texts and pictures appeared.
“A flower?”
Each page turned revealed content about dozens of flowers, trees, and grasses.
And next to it, there was dense handwriting.
As soon as you touch it, your fingertips feel numb, and when you touch your tongue, you lose your sense of taste for a while.
If you crush it small and apply it to where blood is flowing, the blood stops soon.
It has an effect of healing wounds, but if it stays on the skin for a long time, the skin rots.
Her eyes, which were reading the letters with concentration, slowly narrowed.
She pulled out another book.
This time, it was a book with drawings of the human body, not flowers and trees, like a medical book.
You can feel a small lump the size of a bead inside the neck and armpit before a high fever rises.
People who sweat a lot have skin peeling off their fingertips.
People who are old and stand for a long time have blue, bumpy shapes on their legs.
What the hell is this?
She read the handwriting that was written down as if a doctor was writing a patient’s medical record, and she felt strange.
Another book. Yet another book.
Each and every book she took out and checked contained information about medicinal herbs needed for treatment and symptoms of diseases.
“Did Lamein write this?”
She tilted her head.
“Why did Lamein do this……?”
…Was there something?
Recalling the content of the original work with her round eyes raised, she carefully looked at the book in her hand.
“It must have been a book used by someone else.”
In the end, the conclusion she arrived at was that this room was used by Lamein, but the writing in these books was not written by Lamein.
While slowly shaking her head and casually closing the book in her hand, then.
“Ah! It’s hot!”
A sharp sensation brushed the tip of her finger.
“Ah. What. I got cut.”
As if she was cut deeply, with a sharp pain, blood began to seep out.
Gently furrowing her brows, she remembered the time when she had wrapped a handkerchief around the wound.
Thunk.
Something wedged between the books flutters and falls to the floor.
A picture the size of a photograph fell next to her foot.
She bent down and picked up the picture from the floor.
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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