‘Yes, there was this man.’
To receive a new report on the wedding, Liz entered the meeting room and suddenly recalled the chilly face she unexpectedly encountered. Liz wondered why she had forgotten about it until now. Her mental state was undoubtedly strange, but that was not the important part.
“Everyone, please leave first. I have a brief conversation to have with the prospective empress, Lady Berium.”
He cleared all the palace staff out!
Liz wanted to grab at least one of them, but she endured.
“Berium.”
Liz’s gallbladder turned cold at the emotionless, subdued voice. With that call alone, she could anticipate enough criticism for the future.
“This is not just a wedding of a vulgar noble. It is a sacred ceremony that publicizes the new symbol of the empire, revealing the prosperity of the Belcmir lineage, a noble event. There are people ready to scrutinize and criticize every small mistake, have you not noticed?”
Ishar removed the single lens from his glasses and tucked it into the breast pocket of his uniform. Then his gaze became more piercing.
“If that’s the case, it might be better for you to persuade Her Majesty now to steer towards becoming a government, don’t you think? I would like to advise you once again.”
Even Rosama standing by his side gasped at the sharp criticism.
“…….”
However, Liz remained surprisingly calm.
She admired this man’s straightforward character, and her feelings of discomfort were neutralized by his scathing remarks.
‘Your Majesty said that if anyone dares to offend Ariste, it will lead to the destruction of three generations. I know he said the same to Duke Valdemion.’
Even after hearing such words, she came out like this. She was undoubtedly prepared for death.
He was a person indispensable to Her Highness Hersis. Liz was not lacking in discernment to turn an ally into an enemy just for her own feelings.
“I have never thought lightly of the royal marriage. I just missed the details because I had something to think about for a moment. I will be more careful in the future.”
“I sincerely hope you do so, Lady Berium.”
‘He’s condescending to the end.’
She didn’t know about other things, but the repeated use of ‘Lady Berium’ at the end of each sentence subtly irritated her.
‘Endure. I have to endure.’
Liz forcibly suppressed the rising discomfort.
‘He is a devoted servant necessary for Heris. I can’t lack discernment to the point of making an important character from the original work remember my name.’
“Understood. Let’s do that.”
Liz managed to smile.
However, her fingertips, gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, did not lie.
Ishar took out a document from the file and pushed it in front of Liz.
“What’s this?”
Liz asked as she picked it up.
“It’s the guest list for the banquet.”
Ishar added with a composed face.
“Memorize it.”
“Ah…”
Liz’s head tilted to the side. The embarrassed look spread on her face as she skimmed through the densely written list.
“This… all of this?”
“Is it a lot?”
Ishar asked. Although the question felt oddly provocative, Liz answered without hesitation.
“Yes.”
“It’s a big problem.”
“…?”
Ishar pulled out another document and pushed it in front of Liz.
“You need to memorize this too.”
Liz’s eyes widened in astonishment as she picked up another document.
An additional three sheets were added. From beginning to end, titles and names were densely packed.
“The first one I gave you is the outdoor ceremony invitation list, and the second one is the fatigue party list. Of course, those attending the main ceremony will also participate in the fatigue party.”
Ishar’s voice remained consistently calm.
“If it were a grand reception hall, there would be no need to classify them into two. It is large enough to accommodate all those people. However, the main palace garden where the ceremony is held is flat and narrow, so only the important people were selected. Please take your time to look, and if you have any questions, relay them through Rosa.”
It was an unequivocal tone that left no room for objection.
Liz had no choice but to change her mind about asking him to shorten it.
It wouldn’t have worked anyway.
“Alright.”
Ishar lightly saluted before leaving the meeting room.
Contempt for her was evident in every action, but compared to the pressure from the enormous guest list, it was insignificant.
“Rosa.”
Suddenly, a craving for sweet tea struck her.
“Could you bring me a cup of milk tea? With four lumps of sugar… No, put in five. Thank you.”
“Yes… Lady Ariste.”
Although Ishar was the one who committed rudeness, Rosa felt even more apologetic. She arranged her hair as if it was touching the ground and left the meeting room. Left alone, Liz stared at the four invitation lists.
First, she looked at the outdoor ceremony invitation list.
“How many people are all this?”
It seemed to be around five hundred.
“To memorize all this, for just one sheet, right?”
Liz sighed as she combed through the list, her tongue clicking.
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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