In the end, I gulped down the poison, trembling. The poison, contrary to its appearance, tasted sweet.
After drinking all the poison and putting down the bowl, the disciple grinned and told me,
“I added a lot of sugar since you dislike bitter things.”
How grateful, I thought. I had drunk the poison, but my liver wasn’t big enough to spit these words out.
Soon after drinking the poison, my stomach boiled and blood flowed from my nose.
I felt choked, and finally, blood burst from my mouth. Blood dripped from my nose and mouth, and tears flowed from my eyes.
Seeing me cry in that state, for the first time, his pupils slightly wavered. Or was it my illusion?
“The pain will be brief.”
The disciple whispered in a low voice after watching me.
“I know because I’ve taken it too.”
Then he spat out unbelievable words and rubbed the blood from my mouth onto my cheek.
I was crying, but not out of sorrow. Tears kept flowing.
After the disciple participated in the battle for the throne, I was dragged into a crisis against my will.
His political rivals tormented me, his only teacher, terribly, to attack him.
But after all that, to receive poison from the disciple! It was too unfair.
I did not like the disciple. Perhaps I was not an affectionate teacher. I had tried to draw a line between us before I was forced to board the same boat.
But that was it. I didn’t betray him, did I? After I realized he was extraordinary, I rowed the boat he was on, even crying!
“Why. Why do you kill me?”
I asked, feeling it would be unfair to die without knowing, even though my throat was boiling with blood.
As soon as I spoke, my legs gave way, and my vision quickly darkened. Someone caught my body. As my sight slightly returned, I saw that I was lying, leaning on the disciple.
The disciple, stroking my probably completely disheveled hair, whispered,
“As promised, I will tell you, Master. Master, I have lived this life several times before.”
What?
“Do you know what’s strange? You killed me every time. Always. This poison I gave you, is the poison you fed me in previous lives.”
“That’s impossible….”
“If it’s hard to believe, you don’t have to. But I have died many times. Each time I regress to my childhood and live the same life.”
Though it was nonsense, it reminded me of how he skillfully avoided all difficulties and suffering, as if he knew the future.
His enemies at that time were amazed, wondering if the ’13th prince’ had any ability to predict the future.
Blood gushed again, but the feeling of injustice did not subside. No matter what I did in his past life, wasn’t I an ordinary teacher now?
“Do you hate me?”
“Have you ever hated me, Master?”
“!”
A short sigh fell from above my head.
My master forced a medicine bowl into my mouth. Though I clung to him, crying that he was all I had and begged him not to do this, he killed me in the end. I still wonder, Master, did you hate your disciple so much?
(This is a time separator.)
I’m not sure if the master heard my last words. Without even closing my eyes, I stared down at my master’s face, stained with bright blood, motionless.
“In the end, I won’t hear the answer until the very end.”
He laid down the corpse he was holding and got up. Although his ceremonial clothes were ruined by blood on his chest, he didn’t care at all.
“After all, I don’t need the answer anymore. Farewell, Master. Don’t feel too wronged. I have fortynine more to repay you.”
When Hwarye opened the door himself, the shadows guarding the front just in case, stood to the sides.
“Tell the national historian…”
“Dispose of the corpse.”
“Yes.”
Leaving just one word, Hwarye did not return to the banquet hall. Instead, he began to walk in the opposite direction.
“I finally get to avenge my enemies.”
Hwarye, wearing his bloodstained ceremonial clothes, walked quietly down the long corridor, muttering to himself.
With every step he took, the long cloth of his red ceremonial clothes trailed on the floor like blood.
The shadows, following quietly behind, wondered what enemies the emperor, who had only known victory, could have.
Hwarye smiled as he remembered the day before his return.
Though his master had killed him every time, the master was not behind everything. Every time, the master’s backer was different. No matter which enemy he went to, the one who joined hands with that enemy to kill him was surprisingly different every time.
And the last backer behind the master was the 5th princess.
The wellborn 5th princess, whom the master had wanted to follow instead of the “Cheondeokguru 13th Prince.”
A smile blossomed on Hwarye’s lips. He should have killed her sooner, but he had deliberately spared the 5th princess to kill her last.
‘Sister, you will not die beautifully.’
Then, as he was walking happily, a shadow caught up with him and said,
“Your Majesty. It’s about the national historian.”
Hwarye stopped, frowned, and looked back.
“Has she come back to life?”
“No. We found out when we were changing the national historian’s clothes, that she is…”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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