Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

"Widow? But I'm not married to him yet." Joysa resisted the title.

"That's why it's only half. A widow can't go out and socialize for three years," Nata nodded, "You should be there for at least one year."

"But even after a year, my mother wouldn't allow her to go out. She always said that she was not in good health. Although I couldn't see how bad she was, she was no different from us, right? She could run and jump." Luo Xin said.

"She gets frightened too easily and will faint if frightened. Home is the safest place for Isa," Nata explained.

"If our home was as big and luxurious as Mr. He Dilin's, I think it wouldn't be a big deal to stay at home every day," Luo Xin looked up at the small house, "but our home is too small and not beautiful."

"So we should stay at home more with Isa so that she won't be too lonely." Nata said, putting her hand on her shoulder.

Rosin looked at Joysa with pity.

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In a country far away from the small town of Feixiangli in Zhongzhou, there is a magnificent palace, spacious and luxurious, with all the furnishings and decorations in purple and gold.

Purple satin curtains were draped with gold tassels, and the chandelier on the ceiling was made of thousands of purple crystals and gold.

All furniture in the bedroom's cloakroom, including wardrobes, bedside tables, beds, etc., are edged with gold.

The soft big bed was covered with a silk quilt, and there was a fence made of gold underneath. The area inside the fence was a forbidden area that servants and attendants were not allowed to enter.

Everything here exudes luxury and nobility, announcing to everyone how noble the owner living here is.

At night, the palace was quiet and silent.

In the study, the man leaning over the desk had snow-white skin and was wearing a black silk nightgown with his collar wide open, revealing his strong and beautiful muscles. His long legs were casually crossed under the table, and his half-dry hair naturally hung in front of his forehead, adding a touch of gentleness to him.

The evil, narrow eyes were slightly lowered as he looked at the document. He sat on the soft sofa chair, holding a pen in his hand with distinct knuckles, and signed the document.

A servant walked into the bedroom with an upright posture. Seeing that there was no one in the bedroom, he walked to the study. As expected, he saw a man who was seriously reviewing documents. He was tall and had an intimidating look.

He stood cautiously at the door, cleared his throat, raised his hand and knocked on the study door: "Your Majesty, the Duke requests to see you." The voice echoed in the empty palace.

“What’s the matter?” The man called His Majesty the King was the new king of Xizhou—Nangong Xianyue.

He replied without raising his head, his voice was low and magnetic, as pleasant as the sound of cool spring water.

"I don't know." The attendant bowed slightly.

"Let him in."

"Yes." The servant retreated quietly.

A few minutes later, the servant came in with a man. The man was about sixty years old, wearing a dark blue suit, with deep furrows between his brows, and half-gray hair meticulously combed behind his head. He walked with a firm step and did not look old at all.

"Your Majesty." The Duke stopped two meters away from Nangong Xianyue and bowed slightly.

"It's so late, is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Duke?" Nangong Xianyue put down his pen and looked at him.

"Forgive me for interrupting you, but I have something important to discuss with you."

"explain."

"The princess of South Continent wants to visit the royal family of West Continent. Your Majesty... I hope you can consider it and meet her in person."

"reason."

"First, it shows that we in West Continent value the friendship with South Continent. Second,..." The Duke stopped talking here.

Nangong Xianyue sneered and continued for him: "Secondly, it will help me improve my relationship with the princess of Nanzhou, right?"

"Uh... Your Majesty... This," the Duke continued with a stiff face, "Why not? You have been on the throne for three years and you have not married a queen or a concubine. Your subjects are worried. If this continues, when will you have children?"

"No, no need to say more."

"Your Majesty, you don't like daughters of noble families, nor do you like well-educated and well-mannered wealthy families. You also don't accept princesses sent by other continents for marriage. I dare to ask, why is that?"

"Is there even a need to ask? I have a woman I like." The pleasant sound of gold chains colliding was heard, and the man with long golden hair walked straight into the study. He had deep facial features, a sharp jaw, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. He was dressed in white and looked spotless, elegant and noble.

"Prince Mogaxianer." The Duke bowed slightly.

"Stop talking, Mr. Duke. Our King is affectionate and loyal. He will not have any other woman except the lady he once married." Mogaxianer waved his hand at him.

"But that lady is already... People must always look forward. You can't never not marry a queen..." As the Duke was speaking, he suddenly felt cold all over. When he looked up, he found Nangong Xianyue's cold gaze shooting at him like a knife.

He shuddered, then mustered up the courage to straighten his chest, "Your Majesty... For the future of the Xizhou royal family, please carefully consider what I said."

"Back off." Nangong Xianyue ordered coldly.

"Your Majesty..." The Duke wanted to say something, but two servants came forward and made a "please" gesture to him. He sighed helplessly and walked out.

"Alas," Mogaxianer shook his head, put away his cynical look, walked to the window, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, Isa has been gone for four years."

Nangong Xianyue didn't reply but looked at his fingers. He never took off the wedding ring on his finger. Over the past four years, a faint mark had been left on his skin.

"It seems like you haven't been back to Dongzhou for a long time." Mogaxianer asked.

Moga Xianer knew that Nangong Xianyue would fly back to Falls Garden every once in a while, because Qiaosha's body was there, and he often went back to see her.

"Well," Nangong Xianyue said, "half a year." This was the longest time.

"Have you decided to let it go?"

Nangong Xianyue turned the ring on his hand, his thoughts drifting away, Qiao Yisha's face appeared in his mind, pale and fragile, and her amber eyes turned gray. How could he let it go? The longer time passed, the deeper the mark Qiao Yisha engraved in his heart. As long as he didn't see the body, he could imagine that she was alive and she was still by his side.

"It's snowing," Mogaxianer said in surprise as he pushed open the window. "It's actually snowing in Xizhou. This is the first time I've seen it."

Nangong Xianyue stood up and walked to the window, looking at the snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, his brows deeply furrowed. The last time he saw snow was the day Qiao Yisha died.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space, from far away to near, and Qiu Yi, wearing a black windbreaker, walked quietly into the bedroom.

He has been following Nangong Xianyue like a day for four years.

In front of others, he called Nangong Xianyue "Your Majesty" like everyone else. Behind others, he still called him "Young Master" as before.

"Master."

"Any news?" Nangong Xianyue looked at him.

Qiu Yi shook his head, "No, not even one who looks like Sister Yisha."

"Who are you looking for? Isa?" Mogaxianer's eyes widened after hearing this. He looked at Nangong Xianyue and then at Qiu Yi. "No, are you crazy? Didn't Isa already..."

Qiu Yi shook his head slightly at him, signaling him not to say anything.

"What about Huating?" Nangong Xianyue ignored him and continued to ask.

"She has also sent people to Dongzhou to look for him, but they haven't found him yet."

Nangong Xianyue fell silent. The recorder that Hua Ting had no choice but to give him might just be the hope that Qiao Yisha gave him to survive. Four years had passed and no trace of him had been found, and the fortune teller didn't have any clues either.

"No, you..." Moga Xianer looked at Nangong Xianyue in disbelief, "Issa still lying in that villa in the forest? What are you looking for? Uncle...how about I...I'll find a psychologist for you. This can't go on."

"Mr. Mogaxianer." Qiu Yi interrupted him.

"You all go out, I want to rest." Nangong Xianyue said in a flat tone, and then walked towards the bedroom.

After he walked away, Qiu Yi looked at Moga Xian'er who had a serious face: "Let the young master find it, don't stop him, this is the only reason that keeps him alive."