“I don’t desire that position, and you know that well, Father.”
“Yes, how could I not know that…….”
However, ultimately, her father had practically accepted the Crown Prince’s proposal.
Vialle then understood Ivan’s behavior and the entire situation at the temple.
The Crown Prince’s arrogant attitude, acting as if she already belonged to him, was rooted in her father’s consent.
Perhaps even her visit to the grand temple today was part of a hidden scheme between the Duke and the Crown Prince.
Vialle was relieved that she had instructed her guard knight to keep watch at the door before entering the study.
The sharp-witted Tonio would surely keep these absurd discussions from leaking out.
Previously, the Duke was always displeased with the constant flood of proposals following Vialle’s debut.
Despite this, the Duke was proving that the blood of the Ruschef family ran thick in his veins, even in the face of power.
Silently watching her father, Vialle sighed lightly.
“I have made my wishes clear. If there’s nothing more to say, I’ll take my leave.”
Bang―
Before she could get up, the study door burst open, and a boy with a flushed face sat down beside Vialle, glaring at the Duke as if he was about to devour him.
Despite her instructions to not let anyone into the study, it seemed her guard knight couldn’t stop the young Duke.
“Indeed, Father, you are remarkable.”
“…….”
The Duke remained silent under Gaisen’s mocking sneer, and the study was filled with tense, cold air.
“Now you’re pushing my sister into a corner?”
The Duke closed his eyes tightly and placed his hand on his forehead at his son’s words.
When the Duke didn’t respond, Gaisen turned to his sister sitting next to him and asked urgently.
“Sister, you’re not seriously considering accepting this marriage, are you?”
“Who knows. It depends on Father’s intentions.”
“Even so, this is unacceptable. Not with that lowly person!”
“Choose your words carefully, Gaisen. Father must have his reasons.”
Vialle looked at her father with a normal expression, then asked sarcastically.
“Right, Father?”
Unable to withstand the condemnation and criticism from his children, the Duke finally sighed deeply.
“Yes, I’ll talk to the Crown Prince.”
It seemed the old saying that no parent can deceive their child was true.
Although it was a great disappointment for the Duke, Vialle, satisfied with the outcome, finally allowed a faint smile to cross her lips.
“Then, we’ll take our leave now.”
Vialle and Gaisen exchanged a silent glance and left the study.
The sunset light seeping through the leaves streamed into the corridor windows, and the late spring breeze gently fluttered their sleeves.
Back in her room, Vialle’s desk was littered with invitation letters for tea parties she had received earlier.
Presumably, nobles wanting to impress her father had sent these, knowing she was organizing a charity event.
‘Of course, they’re trying to impress my father, not me.’
Recognizing the names of nobles she had never met, Vialle perused them with curiosity.
‘I remember having such a pile before my regression, too.’
Vialle fiddled with a letter, reminiscing about her memories with Dension.
After the successful conclusion of Vialle’s birthday celebration, the Ruschef family received numerous invitations from the children of nobles.
Among the invitations, a few families had sent proposals, but Vialle merely scoffed at them, not bothering to give them a second glance.
As it was the peak of the autumn social season in the capital, families that rarely left their estates were now staying in their townhouses or city mansions.
Therefore, Vialle sifted through the invitations, selecting the families worth attending based on their coat of arms on the envelopes.
The event Vialle carefully chose to attend was a social gathering hosted by the Rapier family.
Although they might seem insignificant now due to their diminished influence, the Rapiers’ military might was substantial.
They had a long history of producing commanders for the royal knight orders, revered by many knights for their prowess.
Long ago, the Rapier family declared neutrality in politics and retreated to their estate, causing their influence to wane over time.
However, Vialle highly valued the Rapier family’s worth.
Maintaining a relationship with them would surely benefit the Ruschef family, given the Rapiers’ military strength.
Satisfied with her choice, Vialle smiled and sipped her Earl Grey tea.
A young lady with clear, bright eyes blushed and then shyly spoke.
“By the way, did everyone see Lord Verdeum at Lady Vialle’s party?”
Almost spitting out her tea, Vialle hastily took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.
Another young lady across from her twitched her lips, opened her fan as if to cover her mouth, and replied.
“Of course. Who would say he isn’t the Silver Owl?”
Nodding in agreement, the young ladies around her smiled pleasantly.
‘Just when I was forgetting about that man…’
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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