Why do I hear my disciple’s voice in the gambling house? At this time, my disciple should still be imitating the 13th Prince, a modest and delicate act.
I feel cold sweat trickling down my spine. But I definitely heard my disciple’s voice.
I stood unable to turn my head for several breaths. Gradually, the sound of footsteps approached, and eventually the owner of the voice came forward himself.
“Didn’t expect to meet you here, Master.”
Indeed. The clear face looking down at me from a higher eye level was my disciple.
A sigh involuntarily escaped me, and the corners of his approaching smiling mouth twisted slightly.
“Should I say it’s nice to see you?”
Instead of greeting, my disciple who had come close seemed to be seeking my advice.
Swallowing dryly, I looked up at my disciple before finally opening my mouth.
“Your High[Dash].”
I meant to ask, ‘Why did Your Highness come here?’
But the question was not completed and was sucked back into my throat. My disciple had placed a folded fan to my lips.
Have I gone mad? I closed my mouth in surprise and blinked, and he asked in a gentle voice.
“What good would it be if others recognized that a priest and disciple met at a gambling house? Isn’t that right, Master?”
It seemed a hint not to carelessly reveal his identity. Come to think of it, the 13th Prince is outside the palace, even inside a gambling house, with only one escort.
He must not have come here openly.
Nodding in agreement to remain silent, my disciple finally put away his fan, looking around. I also followed suit, glancing around.
‘Where did Sunan go? Sunan! When is he coming?’
Sunan is still nowhere to be seen. Fortunately, the people who were laughing at me when I was alone stopped paying attention when my disciple stood by my side.
I stopped looking around and turned to my disciple again.
‘Damn it. Heart, stop pounding. It was an unexpected meeting, but don’t be too loud on your own.’
Why did my disciple come here? I don’t know. Did my disciple go to a gambling house in his previous life? I don’t know.
But as soon as my disciple came over as if he knew me, and I became quiet, he was busy looking around, leaving me alone.
Was it just a coincidence that we met? Is there someone else he should meet? But did I suddenly show up, so he deliberately came here?
At the end of my contemplation, I decided to ask my disciple. But when I tried to call him, I became hesitant. Damn it. What should I call my disciple?
I usually called him ‘Your Highness.’ But my disciple said so just now. Don’t call me ‘Your Highness.’ Calling him ’13th Prince’ is even worse than calling him ‘Your Highness.’
But if I call him ‘Young Master,’ my attire also strongly hinted at a rich aristocrat’s appearance.
Then, Brother? That’s crazy. The 13th Prince will try to kill me. Then…….
“You…… Disciple.”
At the end of my contemplation, I cautiously used this address, and my disciple, who had been looking around, immediately glanced at me, raising one eyebrow.
“Disciple?”
Then he repeated what I said. Is this address not good either?
“Shall I call you something else?”
I was scared, so I quickly denied and asked. But I couldn’t think of another name.
Stammering, my disciple narrowed his eyes, examining me. My heart shrank under his piercing gaze.
For a few breaths, just when I thought it was hard to breathe, my disciple nodded.
“Call me that.”
Being tense, I instantly bowed.
“Thank you.”
After saying this, I realized it wasn’t something I should be thankful for. Damn it. Considering his situation, not calling him ‘Your Highness’ was on me. Why am I even thankful?
No, don’t do that. Don’t think too deeply. Anything related to this disciple, the more you think about it, the angrier you become.
Hiding the swelling resentment, I cautiously asked my disciple, who was again looking around.
“Disciple. Why…… Why did you come here?”
My disciple asked without even looking at me.
“What about you, Master? Why are you here?”
I asked first, but it doesn’t matter if I answer first. My friend loves gambling, so I came looking for him. I have a deep friendship. What about you?
I thought my disciple would say that he came to gamble. Even if it wasn’t sincere.
But instead of answering, the disciple chuckled with a sound, scanning me up and down, and asked,
“Friendship?”
It seemed like a question, but it was mockery. I didn’t know where there was room to ridicule what I had just said, but it was certainly such a tone. I flinched and looked at the disciple before answering,
“Yes. Friendship.”
Then, ignoring the disciple’s mockery, I asked again,
“Why did you come here, disciple?”
“I also came to find someone.”
“A person?”
It couldn’t be Sunan. Was there a connection between the disciple and Sunan in the past?
I didn’t see it. But as far as I knew, there was no particular friendship between the disciple and Sunan.
“You must be thinking hard, master.”
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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