“Brenda!”
The redhead woman, freckled, was undoubtedly Brenda. She broke into a radiant smile and dashed towards Latifa at the sight of her.
[Dashing] Whoosh.With an unprecedented soft voice, Brenda tightly embraced Latifa.
“Laty!”
“Brenda, is everyone safe? The desert people said they would send us to a third country!”
“Third country. Yes. That’s good. My goodness, Laty. What is all this?”
Instead of answering Latifa’s question, Brenda excitedly touched the luxurious robe she was wearing.
Brenda was entranced by the smooth texture and the subtly glowing patterns of silver threads as she ran her hand over the robe. Standing next to Brenda was Manut.
Manut reported to Hades.
“It turns out she’s a woman who was like family.”
“Who? She is?”
“Yes. As soon as the interpreters said that a silverhaired imperial woman was here, she was the first to raise her hand.”
Hades asked Latifa, looking at Brenda who was mindlessly touching the expensive robe.
“Ho. Is that so? Are you really close like family?”
“We were in the same group of refugees!”
Latifa answered happily, pleased to see that Brenda was safe and unharmed. Brenda then spoke to Latifa in an unusually kind manner.
‘She must have softened now that we’re safe. Brenda has become much kinder!’
“Thanks to you, Laty. I might have been harsh with my words, but I was really relying on you a lot. You were the one who helped us escape.”
Brenda, who was always frightening, was now comforting Latifa, thanking her for her efforts. Latifa blushed and smiled at Brenda’s touch, feeling happy that she had been able to help for the first time.
“That person is the general leading these desert people, right?”
“Yes, it seems like it.”
“Do you know why they kept you separate?”
“I think they brought me because I know the desert language. They said they need an interpreter.”
“Laty, you’re so naive.”
With a mischievous smile, Brenda gently slapped Latifa’s thin cheek. Latifa, touched by Brenda’s affectionate touch after a long time, smiled broadly and held her hand.
Hades, who had been watching the two, spoke.
“Give each of them a horse. And prepare separate accommodations for them.”
“For us?”
“Yes. I can’t keep taking care of the injured you forever, so I’m assigning someone to take care of you.”
Brenda, who didn’t understand the desert language, urged Latifa to explain what he meant.
“What did he say?”
“He said he’s giving us each a horse and arranging separate accommodations. It seems like he called Brenda to take care of me because of my injury.”
“Really! Ah, I see. That’s good! It seems like he’s showing mercy because you hurt your leg.”
Brenda said excitedly.
‘Isn’t giving us a horse too much?’
Even though they didn’t know, a horse was a pretty valuable asset to the soldiers. It was too much for the prisoners of a defeated country.
No, even if she called herself a desert interpreter, it seemed like special treatment. Latifa looked at him suspiciously.
Then Hades, chuckling, said to her.
“Since you hesitate to value yourself, I have no choice but to do it.”
His black eyes twinkled at Latifa.
[Star Icon][Star Icon]After leaving Hades’ tent and being guided to a new temporary tent, Latifa finally let out a sigh of relief as if she had crumbled.
“Haa. I thought I was going to die.”
‘I was with a mad dog. It still doesn’t feel real.’
“Laty, you’ve been promoted!”
“Promotion?”
Supporting Latifa, Brenda walked towards a small bed and promptly laid her down on it, then wandered around the makeshift tent.
In the middle, a small fire was placed, and prepared blankets were thick and soft, even a small incense burner filled with the scent of rosemary was ready.
However, upon seeing these, Brenda’s eyes went wide and she started complaining.
“But it’s a little lacking.”
“What is?”
“No, that man, the general! Couldn’t he be a little more considerate?”
Brenda seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Latifa, who was envious of her straightforwardness yet worried, comforted her.
“Brenda, don’t expect anything from that man. He’s an incredibly scary character! You know how he trampled our empire!”
“Now the real power is that man, Lati. The empire is no more!”
“That may be so, but…….”
Confronted once again with the bitter truth, Latifa was at a loss for words.
“Hold on tight.”
“What, what?”
Brenda, after gulping down water from a water pouch prepared inside the tent, said to her firmly.
“The general.”
“……No, no, that’s not it!”
‘What is she talking about!’
Latifa, her face flushed, shouted at Brenda. Only then did she faintly realize what Brenda was saying.
So Brenda was telling her to enchant the general.
“Brenda. I can’t do that.”
“There’s no time to play coy, Lati. Look at this. We’ve already got a horse and more food than others.”
Brenda grabbed Latifa’s collar hard. She seemed completely indifferent to the fact that Latifa was a patient.
“Do whatever the general wants.”
“Ah, it hurts.”
Brenda’s face, which had been smiling all along, suddenly turned grim again. Her hands and feet became cold and she started to sweat.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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