The waxen huts were gradually extinguishing one by one as they burned down. The light that filled the space was slowly giving way to darkness. The sound of flipping over sheets of paper and the scratching noise of the pen drawing its last curve had suddenly stopped. “With this, today’s work is done.” Ishar rubbed his head against the ink-stained surface, wetting his hair. In the dim light, he saw the wall clock pointing to 2 AM, an hour earlier than yesterday and two hours earlier than the day before. Tomorrow… there was none, as Hercesis had mentioned. “I request three days, Ishar.” Taking on the Emperor’s duties, he secretly left on a pilgrimage. Of all times, it had to be a pilgrimage now. Though Ishar felt somewhat suspicious, he didn’t inquire and bid him farewell. He was a man who knew how to suppress his curiosity until the right moment arrived… “Tomorrow morning.” Ishar took off his monocle, placed it in his pocket, and stood up. After nearly pulling an all-nighter for the promised three days, today, he contemplated returning to his Duke residence and getting some good rest. As he descended a few steps on the western stairs, which were relatively deserted, he heard footsteps approaching from the opposite side. Until recognizing the shadow cast by the wall lamps, he didn’t doubt whether it was a palace guard or someone else. “…Your Majesty?” Ishar, turning his eyes from the massive shadow, halted as he faced the actual person. “Off work now?” Hercesis also stopped and inquired. Ishar nodded in confirmation. “I see. You’ve worked hard for three days. Take a good rest tomorrow.” He had already planned to do so. Originally, he thought about asking for water or something, but there was no need for that now. He could ask right here. “Tell me what you’ve been up to.” Ishar addressed Hercesis, who was about to pass by, his robe fluttering. Hercesis stopped and looked at him in silence. ‘Do I have to speak now?’ was the expression on his face. “Please tell me now. I believe I have the right to demand that much.” It was an undeniable fact. After sighing as if to say he had no choice, Hercesis spoke. “I went to see my uncle.” “……Why there?” “Because.” Hercesis chuckled and continued, “I have to settle a score with the one who tried to overthrow the Empress.” “….” Ishar’s pale gray pupils shook noticeably in the darkness. “Do you remember…?” “I haven’t lost any memories.” As Ishar’s gaze became more desolate, Hercesis narrowed his eyes sharply. “What? Did you really believe that?” “….”
Believing it to be either a palace guard or a commoner standing by the wall lamp, he didn’t doubt it. Until recognizing the shadow cast by the wall lamps, he didn’t doubt whether it was a palace guard or someone else.
“……Your Majesty?”
Ishar, turning his eyes from the massive shadow, halted as he faced the actual person.
“Off work now?”
Hercesis also stopped and inquired. Ishar nodded in confirmation.
“I see. You’ve worked hard for three days. Take a good rest tomorrow.”
He had already planned to do so. Originally, he thought about asking for water or something, but there was no need for that now. He could ask right here.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to.”
Fluttering his robe, Ishar spoke to Hercesis, who was about to pass by. Hercesis stopped and looked at him in silence.
‘Do I have to speak now?’
was the expression on his face.
“Please tell me now. I believe I have the right to demand that much.”
It was an undeniable fact. After sighing as if to say he had no choice, Hercesis spoke.
“I went to see my uncle.”
“……Why there?”
“Why?”
Hercesis chuckled and continued,
“I have to settle a score with the one who tried to overthrow the Empress.”
“…….”
Ishar’s pale gray pupils shook noticeably in the darkness.
“Do you remember…?”
“I haven’t lost any memories.”
As Ishar’s gaze became more desolate, Hercesis narrowed his eyes sharply.
“What? Did you really believe that?”
“…….”
“My acting skills were quite good. To think you believed me.”
He wanted to say that he didn’t completely believe, that he was somewhat skeptical, but it didn’t seem important at this point. Ishar knew what was truly important.
“So… What did you do?”
“Nothing much. I just let Rosini experience the taste of defeat.”
“…….Your Majesty!”
Ishar, unknowingly, called out loudly and quickly looked around. Even though he knew no one was there, he lowered his voice.
“Killing a kin without evidence is a disgrace.”
“I didn’t kill anyone.”
“…….”
“I knew about the antidote. I just made him taste it. Is that allowed?”
As Ishar let out a sigh of relief, Hercesis continued speaking.
“I wanted to do something more, but I decided to postpone that. When the right time comes.”
The latter part wasn’t particularly important to Ishar.
To him, the only important things were that Hercesis’s regime wasn’t tainted with disgrace and that there was nothing for him to remedy.
No.
Now, one more important thing had just been added.
Lowering his gaze, Ishar spoke with a calm voice.
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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