Yuri Hsien, who was quietly sitting and counting today’s date, slowly turned her head to look in the direction where the imperial palace would be.
She couldn’t see the imperial palace from the southwestern duchy, but in Yuri Hsien’s eyes, the white and pure palace, so magnificent that it was even awkward to look up to, was reflected. Her eyes narrowed.
‘The Crown Prince’s return banquet will be held soon.’
She hadn’t thought about it, but that day, many people would move in the temple. It would be chaotic, so even if the marriage certificate arrived, the pope would not be able to verify it right away.
The pope had to infuse energy into the marriage certificate to make it effective, and then the names written on it could know. But Yuri Hsien had not felt any sign yet. It was evidence that the marriage certificate had not taken effect.
‘There is still time.’
Misfortune was piling up, but there was still room for recovery. And Yuri Hsien was confident that if there was even a small gap, she would survive by squeezing in and raising her head.
‘I am the one who endured the last three years without my father. There’s no way I can’t endure now, with my father around.’
She was still burning with the determination she had made to do whatever it took to reclaim Erlangen and defeat Kendall.
‘I will never collapse like this.’
Yuri Hsien clenched her fist.
(This is a time separator.)
The same time.
Thump!
The dice thrown high was caught in midair by a big hand. The owner of that hand shoved the clenched fist in front of the man he was facing.
“Choose.”
“Yes, …yes? Whwhat do you mean?”
His eyes were bloodshot, and the scruffy beard was extremely messy. As bloodshot as his eyes, his trembling voice was also unsteady.
“Odd or even.”
It seemed like a proposal to gamble just for fun, with an unconcerned voice that was cheerful. But the man’s grinning words, exposing his sharp fangs, were not at all clear.
“If it’s odd, I’ll only cut your leg, if it’s even, I’ll cut your neck.”
“Heeek……!”
The man threatened by the man with ashen curly hair was a vagabond. Whether his leg was cut off or his neck, it was the same as dying.
“If my leg is cut, I won’t be able to do anything!”
“It’s the same if your neck is cut.”
The response was as if asking what he cared, and the vagabond’s mouth snapped shut.
“But I’ll still attach both hands. You’ll be able to do something, won’t you?”
The cheerful voice left him speechless. The vagabond, forgetting the blood oozing from his knees knelt on a wooden board, stared blankly at the clenched fist in front of him.
‘The number of dots on the dice in that fist determines my life and death…….’
It was so miserable that his throat was choked.
“Come on, choose. Odd or even. Leg or neck.”
While the vagabond was swallowing his bitter cry, the man with ashen hair sang.
Sure, as the man said, if the neck was attached, he would be able to do something. They say it’s better to roll in a dung field than to die.
The vagabond closed his eyes tightly and shouted.
“Od, odd!”
The man looked at the vagabond’s face, which had his eyes tightly closed, and grinned. His unusually sharp fangs were wicked.
The dice was thrown.
A man, who did not even bother to hide the cruel nature that smeared his face, spread his hand, and there was…….
“Odd!”
One eye was engraved on the dice looking up at the sky. At that sound, the vagabond’s eyes snapped open.
“I’m alive!”
He had bet his life and won! The vagabond screamed, and the man, tilting his head and laughing, said.
“You said losing a leg is as good as losing a life!”
The man’s face was full of mockery as he laughed heartily. But still, the man looked somewhat youthful and naive somewhere. It was quite an irony.
“Hey, let him go.”
“Yes.”
The man nodded his head, and the ones standing behind the tracker with their arms folded took the tracker down from the nailed board.
“Ugh!”
Only after thinking he had escaped the shadow of death did he feel the pain in his leg, nailed down by his weight. The man with ashcolored hair kicked the tracker’s strangely twisted knee.
“Ah!”
“Yeah, who told you to run away like that. If you had been caught obediently, your leg wouldn’t have broken.”
“Ssorry… sob, sorry…”
In agony, the tracker finally wept, sniffling and apologizing while crawling on the ground.
“I was wrong. Please forgive me just once…”
The tracker almost wailed. But the man just looked at the tracker with an indifferent expression. He pulled out a torn piece of paper from his pocket and shook it in front of the tracker’s face.
“I can’t do that. You were running away with this, risking your life, and I almost got killed by the captain because of you.”
Reflected in the tearstained eyes of the tracker was none other than a marriage contract. A marriage contract with the name Yuri Hsien Agathe Windsor clearly written on it.
“To go so far as to deliver this to Hopgrand Byunghae. You’re one of Kendally’s henchmen, aren’t you?”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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