“The dull blade must have caused her a considerable amount of pain. The inside of her skin is destroyed from moving with the blade inside her. Fortunately, the knife was short, so it didn’t damage any organs, but she did lose a lot of blood.”
“Could she die…!”
“No, it’s not that bad. I’ve disinfected it, so now I’ll suture it.”
Isaac started to suture Ariana’s wound with a sharp surgical needle. Each time the needle pierced her pale skin, everyone in the room flinched as if it had pierced them.
Skillfully suturing the wound, Isaac applied ointment. After finishing the treatment, he placed several medicine bottles on the table.
“This red one increases blood volume, this one helps recover stamina, and this one speeds up wound healing. She needs to take these three medicines twice a day. Since the Princess hasn’t regained consciousness, carefully pour it into her mouth with a spoon.”
“When will she wake up?”
Russel choked as he asked. Isaac stared at him as if he was a marvel, probably because he had only seen the Bronthe family who tormented Ariana so much, and Russel seemed to love his daughter more than he had imagined.
“2 or 3 days and she should wake up.”
Russel quickly sat beside the bed. A proud expression flickered across his face as he looked down at Ariana and then vanished.
Cyrus, who had been watching, left the room with Isaac, and Theodore followed them.
“North Emperor, thank you.”
“Just call me as you used to.”
Theodore smiled.
“Will you call me as you used to, then?”
“Yes, Grandfather.”
Isaac widened his eyes and looked at Cyrus, who ignored it. Theodore spoke,
“Will you stay in the Empire, Cyrus?”
“Yes, for the time being.”
“When Ariana wakes up…”
“I’ll visit. You must be worried, so please go back.”
“Alright, Cyrus, Isaac. Take care. Don’t trip.”
Theodore’s final words twisted Cyrus’ face. The phrase Theodore used to end his greetings every time Cyrus left Dongryeong during his childhood.
Memories of those warm and peaceful days came flooding back.
Blinded by grief and hatred over his parents’ deaths, Cyrus had forgotten that the Whites were people like this. It was only after reading Russell’s desperate letter to Rachel that his forgotten memories began to slowly return.
Don’t trip and fall.
Such an unfitting concern for a mature 20-year-old reminded him of the times when his parents were alive. Those peaceful days he had assumed would last forever.
“Yes, Grandfather. I will see you later.”
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During the carriage ride, Isaac pursed his lips repeatedly, opening them only to close them again. Cyrus stared quietly out the window.
Isaac raised his hand.
“Cyrus, there’s something I want to say.”
“Don’t.”
“You did say it, didn’t you? Now that you’re sitting on the throne as Emperor, you’ll treat the previous Emperor or the Eastern Emperor like lowly creatures. I’m really curious to see what expression old guys will have when they hear casual speech from a young one. You even laughed like a devil when you said it.”
“…….”
“Yeah, sure. However, being impertinent to the father, grandfather, and grandmother of the Empress is a bit much. They’re going to be your in-laws, right?”
Cyrus gave Isaac a quiet glare, but Isaac didn’t stop talking.
“Ah, of course, you’re just using them. I know, I know. You even used this custody battle over the Empress to create a small rift between the Western Emperor and the Emperor. Yeah, the Empress is quite useful, I admit. Your judgment was right; the Empress has value.”
“Yes.”
“But do you really have to be so polite to the Eastern Emperor? As if you’re planning to become their son-in-law, grandson-in-law?”
“Isaac.”
“Ah, of course, you must have your deep reasons for it. You have to maintain good relations to utilize the Eastern Emperor’s cards, right?”
“Yes.”
“But isn’t the same true for the Western Emperor? Wouldn’t you get more opportunities by curling around the tongue in the mouth of someone as cunning as him?”
Cyrus’s eyes glinted ominously.
“Call that bone-grinding scoundrel the Western Emperor ‘Grandfather’?”
“You forgot that until a few months ago you treated the Whites just like you treated the Western Emperor?”
“Well, I tend not to keep the past in my heart.”
“Ah, I see. But still, they’re good people. I didn’t say anything because I suspected you also thought the Eastern Emperor was involved in that incident, but they really treated our father well. Whenever they visited, they brought various gifts for me.”
“Yes, you would sell your soul for just a trinket.”
Isaac almost cursed with his lips, then asked.
“What about the Emperor? You seem disappointed in the Western Emperor?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
