Chapter 2

I was the eldest son of the Dragon King, but I was betrayed and brought low to this!

Harrison is my close attendant. We agreed to meet at Beiming Mountain in three days. The moment I see him, I can break the seal on the Demon Realm!

If you take me to Beiming Mountain, I swear I'll get your revenge for you!

I nodded in agreement.

"Of course I'll help you. And you don't need to get revenge for me. Just take me away from here!"

The stone gave a low grunt, and after a moment reluctantly agreed.

Since my wife asks it, of course I agree.

In an instant, my face went red.

What wife?

This marriage was only made to force me to give up my place, to humiliate me.

It didn't count.

In three days, I would slip away without a sound and start over.

Before I knew it, the day of the return visit arrived, and the house was lively.

My mother had specially hired the chef from the West Gate Tower.

When Robert helped my sister in through the door, she was all smiles.

I came out of the kitchen and looked up.

The hairpin set in her hair was the very one Robert had once said he would give me.

I suddenly let out a laugh.

My sister and Robert both turned to look, and I let my eyes pass indifferently over their faces.

Robert froze, then quickly reached out and took the hairpin from my sister.

"I told you, this hairpin was meant for Lena!"

"You made such a fuss about trying it on today that you forgot to take it off."

"Lena..."

He held the hairpin out to me. I held the stone and gave a proper little smile.

"A man and a woman shouldn't touch. My husband is still alive. How could you overstep like this, Lord Stephens?"

Suddenly the stone gave off a warmth in my arms.

Well said! What a worthless hairpin! We don't want it! I pamper my own wife myself!

Once I get my true form back, I'll take a dragon scale and make you a hairpin!

The stone chattered on and on, and my ears turned red at once.

My mother gave a light cough and shot me a glare.

"Yes, yes, your husband is here! When your sister is with child, you can marry into their house and bring your stone husband along too!"

"Don't mind her, son-in-law, this girl is throwing another childish tantrum!"

She bustled about, ushering him inside.

But Robert stood without moving, watching me, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

My sister gave me a resentful look, then suddenly let out a little cry.

"What's the matter? Why are your legs giving out?"

My mother reached out to steady her, and a blush rose on my sister's face.

"It's all Robert's fault. He insisted on carrying on with me yesterday, and I'm too delicate to bear it..."

"Robert said, we're sisters, so when I'm pregnant I'll want someone I can trust to wait on me."

"By then my sister will have married in, and she can just come and serve me."

My sister smiled and reached her hand toward me, like a snake flicking its tongue.

My heart lurched, and I slapped her hand away at once.

Robert, who had looked a little ashamed before, changed his expression and grabbed my wrist with one hand.

"What are you throwing a fit for?!"

"Everyone knows your fate is bad! You only got to marry me because your sister offered herself in your place!"

"Whether it's jealousy or a tantrum, once you're in the Marquis' House, I will never allow you sisters to be at each other's throats!"

I finally came back to myself.

Hearing that, my heart ached as if pricked by a needle.

I smiled at him and pulled my hand free.

"Don't worry. I will never fight her over anything, as long as I live."