After that, I caught a cold and had to rest for an entire day before getting up.
They said it was a cold compounded with overwork.
I vaguely remember having a conversation with Laches when I lost consciousness, but I couldn’t recall it well. Since Laches didn’t mention anything significant, it must not have been an important conversation.
If only I could read Laches’ memories, then I’d know what we talked about.
“Ha.”
Another day arrived as usual. I sighed deeply and got out of bed to start my day.
‘It’s warm.’
I smiled instinctively as I looked at the blazing fireplace.
There had been a major defect found in the servants’ quarters, so construction had begun.
During the construction, the servants were scattered, and I was assigned a new room. Fortunately, I was assigned to the main house, which had been used as a storage room. Although small, it was better than before: no drafts from the windows and a much softer mattress.
‘This is quite nice.’
The proximity to the fireplace and having my own room made me hope that the construction would be delayed even more.
“Hopefully, there will be some gains today.”
I muttered as I buttoned up and headed to the dining hall for breakfast.
The meal was potato soup, something I had never tried at the Niriel estate. Back then, I thought eating root vegetables, especially poisonous ones like potatoes, could be deadly. But here, it was a staple.
I needed to eat to gain strength for work.
“I heard the steward handed in his resignation.”
“Yeah, he quit suddenly.”
As I walked to the dining hall, I heard the maids murmuring. The steward had disappeared suddenly when I fell ill with the cold and then reappeared only to resign. No one knew why.
Thankfully, it was a lucky break for me since I had worried about being punished for missing a day’s work due to my illness.
“Look, there’s Lea.”
As I sat down with my assigned meal, I felt the gaze of a maid from afar.
“Lea is chasing after Ronan, they say.”
…In this case, Lea was me, and Ronan was the blond knight I had been following.
After getting some rest and feeling better, I tried earnestly to follow Ronan. I attempted to shake hands to read his memories, and once tried to brush something off his face like I did with Laches.
But this squirrel-like Ronan always managed to elude me skilfully.
Then, at one point, he publicly rejected me, saying, ‘If you’re following me to confess, I apologize in advance. I’m postponing romance until I achieve my goal of becoming the strongest knight.’ This led to widespread rumors.
‘It was foolish to even think of having him as my guard for a while.’
Since I actually did follow him, I couldn’t deny it. And if asked why, I had no answer, so I just seethed internally.
The men in the North all seemed to turn my world upside down in the same way.
Since I hadn’t found any useful memories from other knights, I felt compelled to see Ronan’s.
“Lea.”
While I was listlessly eating the bland potato soup, someone sat down in the empty seat next to me.
“…Celie.”
It was Celie, the maid who used to share a room with me. I heard she had been reprimanded and punished with hauling firewood alone for speaking up for me to the steward when I was ill.
Fortunately, after the steward resigned and disappeared, she returned to her usual duties.
“Let’s eat together. The others have already eaten and gone to work.”
Her friendly behavior was unfamiliar, and I instinctively tensed up. It was natural, considering I had only ever had two friends in my life: Detor and Delia.
But Celie, unfazed, continued to eat her potato soup and started a light conversation.
“Are you collecting laundry this morning?”
“Yeah.”
“What about your afternoon schedule?”
“…Laundry.”
“Again?”
“We have to change all the curtains and bed sheets before the season fully changes.”
When I was an oblivious noble lady, I only enjoyed the change from thick curtains and blankets in the cold weather to thin ones on sunny, warm days. I never knew it was all thanks to the hard work of the maids.
“Hmm. My afternoon task is cleaning the hallway windows. Want to switch? It’s easier than washing curtains and bed sheets.”
“That sounds good…”
“Lea, do you have someone to help you with the curtain laundry?”
Someone to help? Of course not. Celie is the only one who even talks to me.
I shook my head no, and Celie burst into laughter.
“See? I’ll call some free girls in the afternoon to help. Honestly, with so many curtains in the mansion, how can you do it all alone? Everyone thinks we do it together. No one really does it alone like you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I have another task in the afternoon, and it would be awkward for you to join others.”
“Okay. I prefer to be alone.”
“Then let’s switch tasks. I’ll do it with the others, and you clean the hallway windows. And…”
Celie looked around and then leaned in, whispering softly.
“There are twenty people assigned to hallway windows in the afternoon. Since there’s no set area for each person, no one will notice if you don’t do much. So, just relax and take it easy.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
