His voice echoed in the blood-scented palace as he turned away, indicating his departure.
[Then let the last of the Krianet royalty perform her final duty. Begin.]Imperial soldiers immediately brought torches.
[Wait…!]As Charti belatedly raised her head, the soldiers threw torches all around the palace.
Whoosh! The garden, furniture, palace walls, carpets – everything caught fire.
[Your Excellency, didn’t the Emperor command you to bring the head of Krianet royalty?]Over the flames, Charti shivered and crouched again as she heard the voice.
The Grand Duke’s gaze returned to her bent back.
[Better a relic with the palace than a severed head, the finest spoils from a defeated nation.]
Creak! Bang!
The illusionary sound of palace walls collapsing and doors slamming and the reality of the echo mingled.
“Ah.”
The imperial soldiers blocked every exit, trapping her in the collapsing palace.
The fire reached right before Charti’s eyes, flickering intensely.
Hot tears streamed down her parched cheeks.
“I’m not, I’m not Arisbyan…”
“My name is Charti… I’m Charti…”
She was just the illegitimate child of the King of Krianet and the stand-in for the real Princess Arisbyan, assigned for just a day.
Her voice cracked and crumbled.
Boom!
“Ah!”
Her leg was pinned under a fallen pillar.
The chains around her ankles broke, but simultaneously, the flames engulfed Charti’s leg.
“Save me… please…”
She couldn’t breathe. The hot, choking smoke constricted her young lungs.
“Aah!”
Her throat tore as she screamed.
The fire ruthlessly consumed her hand.
As strength drained from Charti’s body, she thought of her half-sister.
The beautiful princess.
To be the half-sister of such a revered royal figure.
[Don’t resent me too much for driving you into this corner. I was merely giving my pitiful half-sister the chance to live as a noble princess.]
“Cough, cough, keuk…!”
She was the family she had first met.
A family worse than strangers.
[Your worthless life will save mine, so today will be the most valuable day of your life.]Kidnapped without understanding, since the moment she woke up, she couldn’t maintain her sanity.
The seemingly soothing voice was terrifyingly sinister.
Those wishing to save the princess forced a choice upon her.
The terror of a ruler she had never felt before seeped into her tender skin, rendering her immobile.
“Save… me, please… save me…”
Her vision blurred.
Everything in her blurred sight turned red.
Was the fire consuming even her consciousness?
“Ah, ah…”
But perhaps falling asleep like this wasn’t so bad.
Her life had always been nothing special, just a repetition of ordinary days. Struggling with poverty, hunger, and cold every day.
‘No one’s waiting for me.’
A grandmother she had recently learned about flashed in her mind, but it was fleeting.
Her skin hurt. The scorching flames kept jolting her fading consciousness.
‘Still…’
She didn’t want to end like this.
She didn’t want to die tied up and imprisoned as a criminal without having committed any crime.
She didn’t want to vanish alongside the unfamiliar palace she first visited.
“I, I am…”
Charti’s lips quivered.
Her vision sharpened and blurred repeatedly.
The last thing she saw was the collapsing ceiling of the palace.
Boom! Thud!
The platinum-hued palace, once beautiful, was engulfed in flames along with the burden of the Krianet princess until the dawn’s end.
Thus, the kingdom of Krianet, once praised for its rich history, ended as a defeated nation, closing its chapter in history.
5 Years.
The time it took for the Nuiton Empire to start a massive war with the Kingdom of Krianet and expand its territories.
The imperial capital was in a festive mood every day, buzzing with the news of the return of the hero who led Nuiton to victory. Many citizens flocked to the capital to witness the homecoming ceremony.
“It’s been days since the homecoming ceremony is the only news.”
“Right. And the ceremony is tomorrow.”
Thanks to the extensive publicity, even the remote mountainous regions far from the capital heard the news.
The hero in the propaganda was Leodelt Gwendhill, the Grand Duke of Nuiton.
The citizens praised and feared him.
[Did you hear? Gwendhill, the Grand Duke, is a Swordmaster!] [Not only that, but magic doesn’t work on him either.]With perfect physical prowess and a unique constitution, it was no wonder Gwendhill could lead many wars to victory.
“Celebrating the return of a war fiend who’s gone mad with blood. Tsk, tsk!”
The small village in the mountainous region was also buzzing with the rumor today.
“…”
Someone quietly left the noisy shop, avoiding the crowd.
A woman with her face covered by a robe hood.
Ting! The shop was too crowded, so she failed to make her purchase again today.
‘Sigh…’
Rubbing her stinging neck, the woman cautiously looked around.
Under the hood, a glimpse of crimson eyes and hidden light-brown hair could be seen.
It was Charti, who should have ended her life with the Krianet palace.
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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