Anyway, it’s not a good thing that the Ninth Princess has taken a liking to me in this situation.
It’s not only impossible but also burdensome to reject… Ah! No. No.
‘I don’t have to worry about this.’
Come to think of it, the Empress knows that I’m a woman, right?
When I was born, the doctor said my mother wouldn’t be able to have any more children. That’s why my father went to the Emperor and Empress to request raising me as a boy.
‘Unexpectedly, Lin Hwa was born later.’
Anyhow, since the Empress knows I’m a girl, she will reject the Ninth Princess’s proposal herself.
Alright. It will be a bit burdensome, but it’s fine.
‘So the problem is still my disciple?’
Her suspicions must be aroused because of the discrepancies.
In my past life, I followed the Third Prince, but now I saved the Ninth Princess, and though I was not skilled in horsemanship before my regression, I received praise from the Ninth Princess now…
“I’m going mad.”
It would have been better if the Ninth Princess had been angry with me. Then my disciple wouldn’t suspect anything. Things are going too well, and now I’m more suspicious.
I should have just followed the Third Prince like before.
‘…But in this life, I don’t want to be near the Third Prince.’
I blankly stood there for a while. After putting away the shortened incense, I was about to insert a new one into the sand when I remembered what happened at this time.
Right. The Sixth Prince! In my last life, the Sixth Prince vented his anger on me because he was mad at the Thirteenth Prince.
I was slapped thirty times on the cheek. My disciple knows about this incident.
What if I don’t avoid it this time?
If I let the Sixth Prince slap me thirty times and fall like before, won’t my disciple let go of her suspicions?
Alright. Thinking about getting slapped thirty times again makes my eyes dizzy already, but it’s better than being suspected of being a spy.
I’ll offer my cheek to the Sixth Prince!
(This is a time separator.)
Two days later. I firmly prepared myself to be slapped by the Sixth Prince and entered the Moon Palace.
It hurt terribly when I was slapped, and after being hit, my face swelled so much that I looked hideous for a few days, but it’s okay. There was no aftermath, right?
Rolling through a dung hill is better than being suspected. If I can clear my disciple’s suspicions by getting slapped thirty times, I’ll take it.
‘Come to think of it, that incident influenced me to stay away from the Thirteenth Prince in my previous life. Although it was the Sixth Prince who hit me, he hated the Thirteenth Prince, so that’s why.’
I remember venting to Duke Valige in excitement, saying that if I stayed near the Thirteenth Prince, I would be blamed.
“Where are you going?”
I must have walked too far while thinking about the past.
Hearing my disciple’s voice calling me, I suddenly came to my senses and turned around.
My disciple was leaning crookedly against her study, looking at me.
I was supposed to enter the study, but I was lost in thought and kept walking on, so he seemed to call out after watching me.
“I had something on my mind. I apologize, Your Highness.”
I hurriedly apologized and approached my disciple.
I was worried about what to do if my disciple asked, ‘What are you thinking about?’ but my disciple showed no interest in me and said nothing.
We entered the study where we exchanged lessons, and I did my best to teach my disciple without revealing the knowledge from before my regression.
How much time had passed like this?
“Let’s stop here for today.”
It seemed like time to end the lesson, so I closed the book first. The disciple also did not object and closed the book.
Then a desperate voice began to be heard from outside.
It sounded like something about His Highness the Sixth Prince.
‘The Sixth Prince has come to slap me.’
I had prepared my heart, so I was not afraid. No, I was rather pleased.
But I tried not to show this emotion and slowly tidied up, unnecessarily glancing at the door and muttering,
“It’s noisy outside.”
The disciple’s eyes looking at me were strange. He must know what’s going to happen.
Maybe the disciple was watching to see how I would react from now on.
I stood up, picking up my luggage almost simultaneously with the disciple’s attendant entering the room.
“Your Highness. His Highness the Sixth Prince has arrived.”
The disciple’s attendant added with a smirk, looking at me.
“He wants to see you.”
The disciple leisurely stood up and asked me,
“Will you meet him, Master?”
His eyes were testing me, gauging whether I was an ordinary master without the memory of regression or not.
“His Highness has come, so of course I should see him.”
I answered casually, as if I knew nothing about what was going to happen.
So I went out, and the disciple followed me. It was the same situation as before the regression.
‘But why did the Sixth Prince slap me?’
I remember being angry at the disciple and nitpicking, but what exactly was it?
Well, what does it matter? I just need to be swept along with the flow.
Still, once I faced the Sixth Prince in the garden, I became curious. What exactly did the Sixth Prince pick on when he came with a smiling face?
Huh? Smiling face?
‘Did the Sixth Prince come with a smile?’
I glanced at the Sixth Prince and was startled.
I didn’t remember clearly, but it didn’t seem like the Sixth Prince had come smiling.
He had come with an angry face from the start and picked a fight openly.
That’s why I immediately felt ‘He’s taking out his anger on me because he’s angry at the disciple’.
‘But why is he smiling this time?’
Before that doubt was resolved, the Sixth Prince approached me and hugged me, shouting,
“Thank you, nobleman!”
I froze at that unexpected greeting.
“Huh?”
You’re not here to slap me? You’re not here to vent your anger on me? What are you thankful for?
Confused, the Sixth Prince released me and shouted cheerfully,
“If not for you, nobleman, both my second older brother and I would have been embarrassed. Thanks to you saving our ninth younger sibling, we saved face.”
The moment I heard that, I felt like cold water had been poured over my head.
Damn! Right. The Sixth Prince slapped me because he was angry at the Thirteenth Prince, and he was angry at the Thirteenth Prince because of the Ninth Princess.
But this time, I intervened and saved the Ninth Princess, and she was not hurt.
Naturally, both the Second Prince and the Sixth Prince were not scolded by the Emperor.
In other words, there was no reason for the Sixth Prince to slap me, angry at the Thirteenth Prince.
I realized that at the same time I felt an enormous and intense gaze from behind.
It must be the disciple. The disciple is looking at me!
Unaware of this, the Sixth Prince merely patted my shoulder with a hearty laugh.
“The second older brother is also very thankful to you. He wanted to come with me, but I came alone, fearing it would be burdensome to the thirteenth.”
No, I’m the one who feels burdened.
“Come to the Royal Palace for a visit once. I will treat you very well.”
My goodness. The Second Prince is grateful to me too?
I’m going crazy. This, this was not what I intended! I wanted to look good to my disciple! Why am I suddenly getting close to other princes and princesses?
‘It’s become more suspicious!’
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
