Ishar had been suffering from serious insomnia lately.
He had never experienced sleeplessness like this before. He was someone who could sleep well in any situation.
It did not feel good.
It was not a matter of yesterday or today that his lord would procrastinate returning to the imperial palace, proclaiming the need for perfect timing, and Ishar agreed with him.
Because revealing himself first in a place where all the great nobles, including the elders, were gathered would undoubtedly imprint his presence. It would be even better if this happened right before the crown was placed on the head of the Grand Duke of Montaner.
However, he suddenly could not be sure of that brilliant future.
“Send this to Chevine Claude.”
“Find out about Count Barloez. Preferably something that could be a flaw.”
These inexplicable actions weighed on his mind, and he personally investigated their connection to His Highness.
The conclusion was… they were the intended partners for Liz Berium.
“Insane.”
He was someone who had no interest in women, and his own lord’s daughter had no interest but to shake her head.
But what wind blew to make that haughty person do such petty deeds?
Ishar hoped that the thought that suddenly popped into his head was just his delusion. However…
“Damn it.”
Continuously leaning towards it not being a delusion, he could no longer bear it and suddenly sat up in bed.
Going into the living room, he filled a glass with water and ice on the table and took a sip. Then, his heated mind cooled down, and he was able to think a bit more rationally.
Yes. Right now, he’s just a little mad from loneliness.
There aren’t many women around, so he was momentarily attracted to her.
Once he becomes the emperor and enters the social world, he’ll realize how much of a frog in a well he was, and how insignificant Liz Berium was.
Having finished sorting his thoughts, he was enjoying a momentary calm when.
Knockknock.
Suddenly hearing a knock, Ishar was puzzled.
“Who is it? At this hour?”
He suddenly remembered that he had handed over a shirt for mending to a woman who went around looking for sewing work a few days ago.
Ah… it must be that woman.
He fumbled with his disheveled hair and thoughtlessly opened the door.
And he nearly fainted.
“I… I am…”
But the other party shut his mouth so he couldn’t say more.
“Shh, be quiet.”
The other person whispered with a grim expression, then slid his eyes to one side. Ishar understood what he meant.
Someone is next to him who doesn’t know who His Highness is.
“Understood?”
“Ah… Yes, understood.”
The two communicated with eye movements, and when the man was reassured, he released Ishar’s mouth.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he opened the door wide with a smiling face and said,
“Come in, Your Grace.”
When the door opened fully, the woman’s face came into Ishar’s view.
Ishar’s expression turned cold.
Because she was the root cause of his insomnia.
However, His Lordship paid no heed to his reaction and guided Liz as if it were his own house.
“This is my friend’s house; let’s rest here for a while.”
“Ah… Yes. Excuse me.”
“It’s a bit small, but it should be sufficient.”
While his lord was perpetrating such mischief, Ishar examined his filthy appearance up and down, aghast.
‘Why are you so covered in blood? Have you been hunting or something?’
“Sit here.”
When the already unpleasant Liz was made to sit in his favorite armchair as if the place was his own, Ishar’s expression hardened even more. After that, the lord sat on his second favorite couch with his bloodsoaked clothes and crossed his legs.
Ishar could not keep still any longer.
“Um… Friend? Can I talk to you for a moment?”
The man’s eyes flashed viciously for a moment, but even though Ishar flinched a bit, he plucked up the courage. Plucking up the courage to take his friend, no, His Highness, to the room.
Once they were alone, Ishar could finally speak with respect.
“You must explain what’s going on, right?”
“It’s as you see.”
“What is as I see?”
“It just happened like that. I’ll explain the details later.”
“No, explain it now.”
Even after seeing his lord’s eyes sparkle with anger, Ishar did not back down. He knew that he was in control.
“You really, you are something.”
He clicked his tongue as if he was displeased, but he knew that he had to do as the landlord wished in order not to be kicked out.
He began to briefly explain what had happened.
Ishar’s face hardened more and more as he listened to the explanation.
He knew that things were going awry, but he never expected it to be to this extent.
Attended the banquet in your original form? Even had a sword fight in the middle of the capital?
Upon reaching the point where he said that he and his lady were very hungry and asked for food, even a sigh mixed with resignation escaped.
Your Majesty… what are you trying to do?
You’re not thinking of giving up the throne, are you?
Then please tell me quickly. Serve the Grand Duke of Montaner even now.
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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