To You, So Noble and Vulgar (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Do you control the weather?”
At Ariana’s question, Cyrus turned his palm upward and lifted it slightly.
Several ice shards, each the size of the hail that had just fallen, appeared and vanished above his palm.
“A simple spell.”
“How fascinating.”
“You don’t look fascinated at all. And once again, I’ve done you a kindness.”
“Rachel… Did you drive Mother away?”
Cyrus didn’t answer but stared intently at Ariana. After a moment, he asked,
“Why did you provoke that woman’s anger?”
“I merely asked something I’d been curious about. I didn’t deliberately provoke her.”
“I see.”
He didn’t seem convinced at all.
“By the way, I had no idea His Highness the Duke of Bukje was still here. Had you given me notice, I would have offered proper hospitality.”
“I don’t care for hospitality.”
“But if you sleep in a tree on such a cold day and end up with a crooked mouth, the ladies who admire His Highness will be heartbroken.”
“Aren’t you heartbroken yourself?”
“I’d probably cry myself to sleep every night too.”
“Hmm. I think I’d find it rather amusing.”
How sharp she is.
Ariana concealed her thoughts and offered a faint smile.
“You seem busy, so I’ll take my leave now.”
“Halt, O one who cannot be named and has no reason to be called.”
What on earth is that supposed to mean?
Ariana stopped in bewilderment and recalled what she’d said to Cyrus when leaving the storeroom:
“Isn’t there always a reason to call someone by something?”
She never imagined he’d still be holding onto those words.
Hiding her embarrassment, Ariana met his gaze calmly, and Cyrus spoke.
“O one who cannot be named and has no reason to be called, I’d like to offer you a piece of advice.”
“I must decline.”
“I won’t count this as a debt.”
“I still must decline, Your Highness.”
“One who cannot be na—”
“Your Highness. Please just call me Ariana.”
Ariana swallowed a sigh as she spoke, and Cyrus gave a brief nod.
“Ariana. You need to rein in your gaze.”
“Yes?”
Cyrus stepped closer and looked down at her.
His finger lightly brushed past the corner of Ariana’s eye.
“With such a frail body, revealing your intent will only hasten your death.”
“Yet Your Highness’s own eyes are brimming with killing intent.”
“That’s fine for me. I’m strong.”
“How envious. If only I were as strong as Your Highness, I could fully reveal my true feelings.”
“What are your true feelings, then?”
A gentle smile spread across Ariana’s lips.
It was a beautiful smile, like sunlight pushing away the darkness just before dawn.
“With Your Highness so occupied by public and private affairs, would you even have time to concern yourself with my feelings? I pray your plans conclude swiftly and successfully.”
“So you’re telling me to ignore your affairs, hurry up and finish my business, then leave quickly?”
“Of course not.”
Ariana bowed her head slightly in a gesture of respect and turned sharply away.
Cyrus stood motionless, watching Ariana’s retreating figure.
Walking slowly toward the main house, Ariana carried herself with an elegance even noblewomen rarely possessed.
Her skirt barely moved, and her steps were perfectly steady and upright.
Isaac, who had leapt down from the tree to Cyrus’s side, spoke.
“How can she be so graceful in that outfit? She doesn’t seem like a child at all—her manner of speech isn’t childish either.”
“At sixteen, she’s fully grown.”
“Have you ever seen a sixteen-year-old with such grace? Well, the Imperial Princess is an exception, and your circumstances forced you into it too. But the second princess isn’t like that. It’s unlikely Rachel Bronte taught her the etiquette reserved for royalty.”
“……”
“Anyway, Cyrus, you’ve helped that girl again.”
“As I said, I’m bestowing kindness. It’ll make her easier to use later.”
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As Ariana walked down the corridor, she caught sight of her reflection in a window.
Her face in the gleaming glass looked small, delicate, and indifferent—except for her blue eyes, which shone with fierce intensity.
She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again; the hatred and killing intent that had risen in her pupils had vanished.
‘So I’ve been walking around with that look in my eyes.’
No one in this mansion cared about Ariana’s mood—whether her eyes held hatred or affection, no one would notice.
But if she kept wearing that expression, someone might eventually catch on to her true intentions.
Cyrus’s advice had been apt.
‘I’ll need to be more careful from now on.’
It troubled her that Cyrus had seen through her gaze. She felt as though he’d uncovered a weakness, but quickly dismissed the thought.
‘He’s the Duke of Bukje—what would he possibly do with the weakness of the Bronte family’s outcast?’
Still, it irked her that he was still watching the Bronte estate.
She’d expected that not everything would go according to plan in this new life. Even knowing the future, her actions would inevitably change many things.
But that was a matter for later.
Right now, having just returned through time, she worried about encountering someone unexpected—especially the Duke of Bukje.
‘I don’t know when he entered this estate, but as far as I’m aware, it’s only been a few days. In my past life, he only spread rumors of coming here but never actually showed up. Could spreading word of his visit to Seoryeong have been just an excuse in case his covert activities were noticed?’
If so, he might leave for Bukryeong after spying on the Bronte estate without revealing his identity to anyone.
‘He certainly isn’t observing the Bronte estate out of goodwill.’
She didn’t know what issue existed between Cyrus and the Bronte family, but Ariana had no desire to get entangled in it.
Yet Cyrus was paying enough attention to her to comment on her gaze—and that was precisely what unsettled her.
‘If the Duke of Bukje interferes with my plans at this stage, things will get difficult…’
Dealing with the Bronte family wasn’t hard, but she didn’t yet possess the strength to confront the Duke of Bukje. Hoping she’d never cross paths with him again, she walked down the corridor—when Victoria appeared ahead, walking toward her.
Victoria was a pretty girl with cheerful blond hair and vivid green eyes. True to her Seoryeong heritage, her skin was slightly darker, and she greatly resembled Rachel.
Ariana had once adored and trusted Victoria, who was a year younger than herself—unaware that Victoria harbored a blade sharper than Helena’s within her.
Pretending to help and care for Ariana, Victoria had pushed her deeper into despair.
She’d realized far too late that it was Victoria who manipulated the dull-witted Helena to drive Ariana to self-destruction.
“Sister.”
Victoria approached Ariana with a bright, cheerful smile.
Ariana wondered what thoughts Victoria was hiding behind that innocent, affectionate smile.
Standing before Ariana, Victoria lowered the ends of her eyebrows, wearing a worried expression.
“You seemed to be scolded by Mother earlier—are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah.”
Normally, Ariana would have burst into tears and poured out her sorrows, but now she answered calmly with a smile—which left Victoria slightly flustered.
Seeing this, Ariana added,
“If I act as maturely as you, will Mother start liking me too?”
Victoria felt both relieved and awkward at the naive question.
Ariana’s composed demeanor made her appear so elegant she seemed like a different person.
Her beauty, previously hidden by worn clothes, uncombed hair, and a gloomy expression, now shone like the sun rising behind a deep valley.
Her uniquely fair Dongryeong skin—envied by Seoryeong women—and her soft sky-blue hair, half-resembling the Duke of Dongje, dazzled anew.
Her small, perfectly proportioned face held delicate features, and her cat-like, alluring eyes were filled with blue irises.
‘Was she always this beautiful?’
She’d known Ariana was pretty.
But when Ariana walked around with a sullen face, head bowed and shoulders slumped, that beauty never showed.
Once, she’d even envied that prettiness—but now, understanding that a woman’s worth wasn’t defined by looks alone, she’d let go of her jealousy.
After all, Ariana would never enter high society, so competing with her over beauty seemed foolish.
To Victoria, Ariana had been nothing more than a tool to keep Helena in check. At least, that’s how it had been—until now.
‘I can’t let her imitate me.’
Victoria quickly smiled and linked her arm through Ariana’s.
“What are you talking about, sister? Everyone loves you.”
“But Mother only scolds me…”
“Sister, haven’t you heard the saying ‘The more you love a child, the more you discipline them’? Mother expects a lot from you—that’s why she’s strict.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course. Sister, don’t overthink it—come to my room. Father brought delicious cookies yesterday. I saved some to share with you.”
“How nice. Father even brought you cookies…”
Walking beside Ariana with their arms linked, Victoria couldn’t see Ariana’s expression.
Ariana’s face, feigning envy, showed not a trace of genuine emotion.
‘You’re still inexperienced, Victoria.’
Because she’d been manipulated by Victoria until her death, she’d once felt Victoria was as immense as a mountain. She wondered when Victoria had started hiding her true intentions and manipulating people from behind the scenes.
Tomorrow’s garden party incident was certainly Victoria’s doing—but it had many flaws.
Victoria’s current behavior toward Ariana also seemed immature. Seeing Victoria so visibly unsettled just because Ariana acted slightly differently, Ariana felt a bit more at ease.
Victoria’s room was vastly larger and more luxurious than Ariana’s—beyond comparison.
A spacious room with its own sitting area, bathroom, and dressing room.
In her past life, Ariana had always felt envy and jealousy whenever she entered Victoria’s room.
Victoria sat first in the white chair beside the tea table and pointed to the chair opposite for Ariana.
“Sit there.”
When Ariana complied, Victoria called a maid and ordered tea and cookies. On the silver tray the maid brought sat precious teacups and a teapot Ariana had never been allowed to touch before.
After the maid set down the tray, Victoria dismissed her and poured tea for Ariana herself.
The black tea filled the white teacup so hot it sent up wisps of steam.
Victoria spoke in a commanding tone.
“Drink.”
Ariana obediently picked up the cup and blew gently on the steaming tea to cool it—causing Victoria to slightly furrow her brow.
“No, sister. You shouldn’t drink it like that. Has no one ever taught you proper tea etiquette?”
Victoria pointed out Ariana’s rudeness with a look of pity.
It was exactly as it had been in her past life.
Back then, Ariana had turned bright red, flustered and at a loss—while Victoria watched her with evident amusement.
This time too, Ariana pretended to fumble slightly and set the cup down.
“But it’s too hot.”
“Sister, what do you think this is for?”
Victoria pointed to the saucer.
When Ariana just stared blankly, as if she didn’t understand, Victoria sighed softly and lifted her own cup.
She tilted it, pouring a little tea into the saucer.
Then, holding the cup as the tea rippled inside, she slurped it loudly.
“You pour a bit into the saucer to cool it slightly, then drink it with a loud slurp. The louder the sound, the more you show the host how delicious the tea truly is.”
Ariana watched Victoria as if enjoying an amusing play.
‘You’re really trying hard to make me a laughingstock, Victoria.’
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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I finally found the chapter corresponding to chapter 42 of the manhwa!
Here’s a mother who refutes the “instinctive motherhood” notion.