As Liz read the letter, her eyelids twitched.
Last night, she felt like she was suffocating in the swamp of despair.
She was determined to do anything to atone for her dismal mistakes, even if it meant kneeling before people and crawling on all fours like a beast to be forgiven. However…
“Stupid. This is my revenge.”
At the end of the long bill, Liz clenched her fist at the brief lines written.
A sigh escaped as she crumpled the paper, and Liz’s bangs fluttered.
“I got caught. I really did.”
Mixed with bitterness and disappointment, laughter burst out.
But on the other hand, she admired.
“Much smarter than I thought. René. I admit it.”
Her actions were splendid.
No one was harmed, and the annoying rats and cockroaches were completely exterminated.
The demolished street would soon be renovated with the royal forces, according to the plan.
Codel 12th District was, after all, the nucleus of the capital, so if used wisely, it could have tremendous economic value.
The situation created by René had brought about better results than originally planned…
Including the fact that her brother was immediately arrested after throwing a flaming spear toward the empty tent.
“Are you going to confess your sins willingly?”
In the midst of busyness, Liz asked Hershise, who took a moment to stop by.
“Well, about setting fire.”
“Anything else?”
“Anything else?”
“Um… Like who might be behind this…”
Hershise tilted her head.
“I didn’t say anything like that.”
“…”
“He just said he wanted to clean up the place as he pleased. So I congratulated him for it. He didn’t seem entirely satisfied, though.”
Before Liz could grasp the sharp edge concealed in his gentle words, he looked at her.
“But the people there were quite impressive. How did they know the fire was going to start and evacuate in advance?”
It was a strange nuance, as if he was asking with the assumption that he knew the answer. Even though there was no way he knew.
“Well… I don’t know.”
Liz awkwardly smiled and quickly changed the subject.
“What about Viscount Adrian? What will you do?”
“What do you think would be good?”
With a sly smile, Hershise followed Liz’s lead.
“I don’t know… How do you feel about it?”
Since there was no clear answer, Liz asked for Hershise’s opinion first.
“I’m considering it. What punishment would be most effective to prevent a recurrence.”
“…”
Perhaps because his voice sounded cruel, Liz’s shoulders twitched.
“Oh!”
As if something good came to mind, Hershise’s eyes twinkled.
“It seems fine to carry out a public execution in Marriad Square as an example.”
At those words, Liz’s face became even paler than the previous night.
It felt like an unforgivable act for René, who had worked hard to avoid such a situation by following the original work.
“How about ending it with exile?”
Liz suggested faintly with a trembling voice.
“For the prevention of recurrence, would banishing to a deserted island be acceptable? After all, without a ship, there’s no way to escape.”
Hershise’s gaze stared directly at Liz. Although surprised by the sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate her, Liz…
“Is it because of your maid? Afraid of harm coming to Esmond’s beloved and his family?”
Fortunately, he had vaguely caught on, but he didn’t delve deep into the essence.
As Liz remained silent, Hershise accepted it as affirmation and continued speaking.
“Okay. Try to find a way that avoids causing harm to your maid as much as possible. It’s beneficial for me too that things have become smoother with this incident.”
He mentioned that he had been planning to relocate the residents of that street to a better environment for a long time. He had assigned Sir Klown to secretly investigate the situation.
“Still, Liz.”
Just as she was about to be relieved, Hershise spoke.
“All issues need to be fundamentally resolved; otherwise, they will eventually cause trouble.”
Despite the firm words, his voice was incredibly gentle. Therefore, it was difficult for Liz to grasp his true intentions.
‘Is he saying he will or won’t carry out the execution?’
Liz asked cautiously.
“Anyway, you won’t execute him, right?”
“Yes.”
Hershise nodded with a smile.
“Good.”
Liz could finally relax now.
The rustling sound of robe sleeves echoed clearly in the silent space.
Wooden doors were arranged so that they did not face each other on both sides of the corridor, and above each door, a grim vertical-barred door was hanging ominously. A man walked down the long corridor.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders. The black robe covering him from head to toe couldn’t hide his sturdy build.
The man, with unhurried steps, passed one wooden door after another until he reached the most secluded place. There, a massive iron door, with even a small door not punctured through, was chillingly present.
The man took a brass key from his sleeve, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it.
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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