“Wait a minute… didn’t the Second Prince give me a jewel yesterday?”

I had crossed paths with him in the palace garden, and he insistently gave me a small jewel, urging me to take it. The jewel was dull and lackluster, so I carelessly pocketed it. Soon after, I was kidnapped, so it must still be in my pocket.

“What should I do with that jewel?”

If I died, it would be a waste to bury it with me. I wiggled in my dress, trying to feel the outline of the jewel in my pocket with my hands tied by ropes. I considered leaving it as a keepsake for the talkative guard who had been my companion during my imprisonment.

Suddenly, suspecting me of hiding something, Baron Dorian rushed over and pushed me. As I stumbled and fell, something flew out of my pocket and rolled across the dungeon floor.

Thud, thud, thud…

What stopped on the floor were the jewel given by the Second Prince and a silver coin.

“Ah, I had that too.”

My eyes fixed on the silver coin. It was a lucky coin I had obtained when I escaped my family to come to the palace. Although I never really believed in it, somehow I had kept it until now. I laughed weakly.

“You’ll be buried with me too.”

Meanwhile, Baron Dorian, who had been staring blankly, suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

“What is this!!”

He became pale and lunged for the jewel. Startled, I backed away, wanting to avoid contact with the boorish man.

“Why is this here…”
He turned pale and lunged for the jewel. I, Amy, startled, scooted away on my bottom. I had no desire to come into contact with that boar-like man.

“Why is this here…?” mumbled Baron Dorian, not caring about my obvious disdain. His attention was solely on the jewel. He picked it up with trembling hands, his eyes glowing with ecstasy.

“What’s the fuss about that thing?” Lady Esmain complained, covering her mouth with her fan. Her furrowed brows suggested she was displeased with her brother’s irrational behavior.

“This, this is a rare magical stone from the south!” Baron Dorian shouted, then suddenly turned to stare at me. His eyes, like buttonholes, were aflame. I internally grimaced and quickly averted my gaze. His wide-eyed stare made him resemble not only a boar but also a toad. A horrendous hybrid indeed.

“You, where did you get this?” he demanded.

“Why does it matter to you?” I replied, smirking. Did he really think I’d speak sweetly? Baron Dorian’s forehead veins bulged as he shook with rage.

“You think I’m joking? How could a mere maid like you come by such a thing? It’s in your best interest to tell the truth.”

Aha, that tiny jewel must be something extraordinarily valuable. I wondered why the Second Prince had given it to me but resolved never to let these brutes know.

“I found it,” I said brazenly.

“What did you say?”

I stared straight at his toad-like face and emphasized every word.

“I. Found. It.”

Telling them I received it from the Second Prince would only lead to them mistreating the poor Second Prince. Selfish I may be, but I wasn’t wicked enough to betray the kindness shown to me.

So, I decided. Since I was going to die anyway, I would take this secret to the grave.

“Where did I find it again? The stables? By the pond? Or, perhaps, the latrine?”

Realizing he was being mocked, Baron Dorian’s face turned beet red.

“You, you crazy thing!”

Slap! His thick hand flew towards my face. Thrown brutally to the ground, I coughed up blood and laughed. If they thought mere broken legs and beatings would change my mind, they were sorely mistaken. My eyes shone venomously.

“This still?!”

In the moment of his uncontrolled rage, as the Baron raised his leg to strike, I closed my eyes tightly.

Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.

The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…

Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced