‘There’s no way she’d throw something like that just for stealing 1 silver.’
But the deep weariness in the woman’s eyes, mixed with a malicious look that seemed ready to do anything if only she could shake off her boredom, unsettled Liz’s conviction.
There are plenty of people in the world who commit murder just for the fun of it, after all.
“Then, O Divine One!”
The woman lifted her javelin as if making an offering. The midday sun reflected off the silver javelin, emitting a bright flash, making it feel as if it were truly a divine relic.
“Please distinguish truth from lies with your wise judgment….”
“Wait a minute!”
Just as the woman was about to flex her wrist, Liz, overcome by fear, interrupted.
“I, I took it.”
“……”
“I was short on money… I’m sorry.”
Liz bowed her head in apology, then pulled out all her remaining money and offered it to the woman.
7 bronze coins were emptied.
“Could you at least accept this for now?”
She felt a deep sense of guilt, but there was no other option.
Liz bowed her head once more.
“I’ll definitely pay you back later.”
She had a sense of assurance that the woman would let it go. After all, she was certainly wealthy.
“Pay me back now, not later.”
“……”
“If you don’t have money, repay me with something else.”
“Something else… what?”
“Anything. Just entertain me a bit.”
The woman seemed unwilling to let Liz go until she could offer 7 bronze worth of entertainment.
Liz pondered what she could offer that was worth 7 bronze.
Her only real talent was piano, but that would probably only incite this noblewoman’s mood more.
Then, something popped into her mind.
“Alright.”
Liz spoke with a resolute face.
“I’ll entertain you. But in return…”
“……”
“Give me 1 more silver. It will be a spectacle worth that much.”
Never had the once-solid marble floor felt as slippery as thin ice.
At least, that was how the palace servants felt.
For days, they hadn’t even dared to make a sound with their footsteps.
Walking cautiously was not enough; they didn’t step on any place that wasn’t covered in red carpet.
No one had ordered them to do so. Rather, it was the cold, oppressive atmosphere that hung heavily over the palace that made them exceedingly cautious.
Nevertheless, the attendants had it somewhat better.
Compared to those who were just crossing the central hall with hunched shoulders and necks, passing them with faces devoid of dignity.
“Didn’t find it again today?”
“Seems like it.”
The attendants exchanged glances as they watched the retreating figures of the Royal Guard.
They were right.
“…We couldn’t find it.”
The captain of the Royal Guard knelt on the palace floor and reported. His direct subordinates had their heads pressed to the ground.
“The body disappeared, leaving everything else behind.”
“…”
“I…I apologize, Your Majesty!”
The captain braced for a reprimand. He recalled the Emperor who had summoned them the previous day; the thought was more than enough.
That day, the Emperor had looked at them with eyes that seemed to sweep away everything in sight, sharp and severe.
They could not forget the Emperor who, even on the day of his coronation, had patted their shoulders in a stern yet compassionate manner but now looked at them with icy, piercing eyes, commanding them to find that one person, even if it meant overturning the entire empire.
It was a stance that told them to prepare for a bloodbath if they failed.
Before coming to the palace, the captain had even prepared his will just in case. He had also sorted out his estate and said his goodbyes to his wife, advising her to find a good man. His subordinates had done likewise.
With such grave preparations, they had come.
“I see.”
“…?”
No reprimand fell, surprisingly. The tone was unexpectedly calm.
In this unexpected situation, they all cautiously lifted their heads to look up at the Emperor.
The Emperor had one arm rested on the armrest, tapping his temple rhythmically with his fingers, lost in thought.
“Did we just dodge a bullet?”
The two subordinates looked at each other and exhaled softly. However, the captain felt a greater fear than when he had braced for the reprimand.
The rhythmic tapping on his temple was eerily akin to extracting brain fluid; the eyes were staring into space but were far from vacant.
No, they were rather like the sharpened tips of spears, making those who looked at him shudder involuntarily. Therefore, he had no choice but to press his head to the floor again.
Seeing their superior do so, the subordinates also pressed their heads to the ground.
Soon, the tapping on the temple stopped, and the arm returned to the armrest.
Then, he issued an order in a gravely subdued voice.
“Change the search target.”
“…?”
“To a woman with a straight scar about three centimeters long on her forehead.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
