“Our guild indeed holds that account. Planning to withdraw everything?”
“Every single penny of it, in early empire gold coins, please.”
Amy’s voice, in reply, carried a suppressed heat. The guild master looked at her suspiciously, then silently gestured to an underling, who turned and disappeared downstairs.
“……”
“……”
In the awkward silence, the guild master cleared his throat and then casually began a conversation, a sort of customer service.
“Seeing the number embossed in gold on this token, it seems you’ve deposited a considerable amount… Planning to flee the country?”
“Mind your own business.”
Amy curtly dismissed the guild master with a single phrase. He awkwardly nodded, and Amy’s dry eyes surveyed the room. Just killing time until the money arrived… But then, her eyes widened in shock. No, could it be?
“…Incredible.”
A sound of amazement or a moan escaped Amy’s lips. The guild master, curious about what she saw, lost interest quickly and had already turned away. Although her face returned to expressionlessness, her heart pounded wildly.
‘That emblem? The symbol of the insurgent group that started in the South…’
Amy swallowed dryly and stealthily gazed at the hanging behind the guild master. Embroidered there was a falcon, striking down like lightning. Good heavens, it was indeed that emblem.
‘The guild is connected to the Southern insurgents…’
Amy gazed at the guild master, bewildered.
This place was known for secretly holding illicit funds, charging a fee for its services. Known only to a select few, this guild was popular for its strict confidentiality. And Amy was here to secretly siphon off the hidden funds of the Crown Prince.
‘I created the fund; there’s no complaint to be made if I take it.’
Even if the Crown Prince found out about her theft later, there was little he could do. The fund’s creation was illegal in the first place. Who would he complain to? The Emperor? If he’s suspected of building his own force based on the secret fund, he could lose more than his princely status.
Before her regression, in the cold prison, dying, how much had she ground her teeth thinking about the wealth she saved over the years being handed over to Lady Esmaeine?
But now,
‘It becomes the funding for the Second Prince’s establishment in the North.’
Better used for him than wasted on the luxuries of the ungrateful Crown Prince and Lady Esmaeine.
Smiling contentedly, Amy quickly glanced at the hanging again.
‘This isn’t important right now.’
She hastily rifled through her memories. This was an opportunity sent from heaven. And Amy was never one to miss a chance right before her eyes.
‘Around this time…’
Having somewhat gathered her thoughts, she cautiously began.
“I have a question.”
The guild master, who was idly fiddling with his fingers, looked up.
“What is it?”
“How’s the South these days?”
“…”
The guild master didn’t respond immediately to such a broad question. Amy bit her lip anxiously. Given the guild’s connection to the Southern rebels, she couldn’t inquire too closely.
‘What if they suspect how I knew and imprison or torture me?’
Her ankle, injured in an encounter with Lady Esmaeine, seemed to throb more at the thought. Amy resolutely vowed internally never to go through that again.
Her motto for her second life was simple and clear: safety and comfort, to live well and eat well.
The guild master finally spoke indifferently.
“The South? Well… they’re busy farming, being ignored by the capital folks…”
After a long silence, the guild master’s response was devoid of any meat, just bare bones. “I could have said that,” Amy grumbled to herself when, just then, a subordinate returned with a small pouch.
The guild master first checked the contents of the pouch, then slid it across the table towards Amy.
“Check if the amount is correct.”
“…….”
Amy quickly scanned the contents of the pouch. It seemed about right. The early empire gold coins were worth a fortune, even in small quantities. Satisfied, Amy was about to pocket the pouch when a thought struck her.
“What’s up?”
Noticing Amy’s sudden pause, the guild master and his subordinate cocked their heads. Amy, raising her head, said, “I need to open a new account. I want to deposit these gold coins.”
“Go ahead.”
“It’s not in my name, is that okay?”
“No problem.”
“The account will belong to a person fitting my description.”
“…So, you don’t need us to verify if the person matches your description?”
The guild master’s eyebrows raised questioningly. It was common for nobility to create nominee accounts to avoid taxes when inheriting wealth, but the beneficiary was always clearly stated, to prevent anyone else from claiming it.
But here was this suspicious woman, setting up an account entirely for someone else, and even making it so that someone else might benefit. It was a first for him.
“What’s the condition?”
To the guild master’s query, Amy replied nonchalantly, “A 23-year-old male, and a blue blood of the bluest bloods.”
“!”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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