It didn’t feel particularly sincere. Her previous image of constantly disparaging Liz while clinging to their mother came to mind. But Liz didn’t want to nitpick at this point.
“I hope you’ll do well too. You’re far more clever and talented than I am, so you’ll surely succeed.”
“Do you really think so?”
Lilia asked, her eyes twinkling even more.
“Yes. I’ve always thought so.”
Liz said. Although she spoke out of a desire for a pleasant farewell, it was also sincere.
Ignoring the duplicity, Lilia was a woman without fault.
She was kind, smart, and quick-witted. Above all, her social skills were exceptional.
Had she become the empress as originally intended, she would have undoubtedly helped in solidifying Herxis’ early position.
Thinking this, Liz felt a weight settle on her chest again.
‘Can I really do well? Can someone as inarticulate as me really become an empress?’
Shaking her head, Liz dismissed the thought.
What use was such contemplation now? The die had already been cast.
“Well, I’ll be going.”
Turning away after a curt farewell to Lilia, Liz realized she was at the edge of the stairs but had already taken a big step.
Her center of gravity was off balance.
“Ah!”
“Sister!”
Lilia swiftly caught the hand that Liz had reached out in an attempt to grab onto something.
Liz’s body swiveled back. Fortunately, a tumble down the stairs was avoided.
However, her body, still at the edge of the stairs and holding onto Lilia’s hand, was still leaning.
She struggled to straighten herself up.
“Lilia, can you pull me up? Just a little pull should do.”
But Lilia didn’t pull.
Feeling something was off, Liz looked at Lilia.
A sense of indefinable unease came over her as Lilia stared back intently.
Anxiety washed over her.
The sense of unease intensified when a slight smile appeared on Lilia’s lips.
It was a smile tinged with the composure of someone who had gained control over another person’s life and death.
What should I do with this… The face of a person engulfed in the pleasant dilemma…
“No, that can’t be.”
Liz denied it.
She was afraid to admit her suspicions were correct. The stairs were too steep, and there was no one to help.
“Lilia, can you…”
Before Liz could finish, Lilia withdrew a finger from the hand she held.
“Why is it you and not me?”
“…What?”
As she asked, another finger slipped out.
“Why is it you? This is so unfair.”
“What are you talking about?”
It was an incomprehensible act following an incomprehensible statement.
Staring as if admiring her sister who struggled to hold on with her remaining fingers, Lilia spoke.
“You took everything from me.”
“…”
“Kain as well, and that man.”
“That man?”
Liz asked. She genuinely didn’t know.
“His Majesty the Emperor.”
Lilia said with a wistful look.
“The first two men who ever made my heart race, why are they both yours? Shouldn’t one of them be mine?”
For a moment, Liz looked stunned. But then she burst into a subdued laugh.
In an instant, she understood the entire situation.
“I see. Now I get it.”
Against the urgent backdrop, Liz chuckled.
Lilia looked even more puzzled.
“What do you get?”
“I get why you’re not the protagonist.”
“…”
“The protagonist wouldn’t be infatuated with two men at the same time. So you’re not qualified to love either of them.”
Lilia’s imagination was quite ordinary. She couldn’t fully understand all this talk about protagonists and whatnot. However,
She was sure that her sister’s words were provoking her.
“You can say that even in this situation?”
Lilia exerted force to remove two more fingers.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“No, I am scared. So stop playing games.”
But Liz didn’t voice those words.
She didn’t want to submit to such a brat. Her pride wouldn’t allow it… No, that’s not it.
“What does pride matter? I’ve just achieved my wish. I can build a home and live with the one I’ve longed for.”
Realizing what was more important, Liz’s face turned desperate.
“I meant to say I misspoke, so let’s not do this. But then…”
“It’s too late.”
“…”
“I wish you’d just break your neck.”
Lilia’s remaining two fingers completely slipped from Liz’s grasp.
Like a snapped rubber band losing its tension, Liz felt the sudden freedom of her body and tightly shut her eyes.
She braced for the terrifying force of gravity that would soon pull her.
Thud.
However, a large, heavy hand suddenly gripped Liz.
It was a firm and strong hand, incomparable to Lilia’s delicate grip.
Slowly, Liz opened her eyes.
Something unbelievable had happened.
Hersis.
He was the one holding her.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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