Misunderstanding

The seer's duty is a story about cold war between three kingdoms, who's misunderstanding kept on arising due to lack of communication, a generation of seer's trying to mend the bond kept on being misjudged

"Jennifer, let's get divorced. The Lance family won't have a soiled woman as its matriarch."Two years after their marriage, Maxwell Lance throws a divorce agreement in Jennifer Yale's face. She understands that it's because he wants to give his first love her rightful title. In his eyes, Jennifer's nothing but a flawed product who's already been soiled by another man."You can dream on, Maxwell. For as long as I'm alive, that woman won't step foot in here!"Jennifer's refusal to get a divorce leads to her family's bankruptcy and her father's horrible end. Finally, her heart dies. Maxwell's life becomes void of her presence.On the day of Maxwell's wedding to his first love, his subordinate suddenly tells him, "You've got the wrong woman, Mr. Lance. Your ex-wife's the woman from that night!"

Three years ago, my fiancé's childhood friends murdered and framed me. They ground my leg bones and turned them into beads to make a bracelet. Then, they gave it to my fiancé after he woke up from an accident. He hated me to the core and wore the bracelet symbolizing his rebirth as he utilized all his resources to find me. He even placed my weak and crazed mother under house arrest to force me to appear. Three years later, during his and his childhood sweetheart's engagement party, a renowned jewel appraiser points out that the bracelet he's had this whole time isn't made of regular bone—it's made of human bone.

โอบกอดสตรีอื่น มิหนำซ้ำสตรีผู้นั้นยังตั้งครรภ์ แต่ท่านกลับมิยอมถอนหมั้นข้า ท่านกล้าเหยียบย่ำหัวใจของข้าเช่นนี้ อย่าหมายคืนดีเลย

ในวันที่ถูกตราหน้าว่าเป็นภรรยาอกตัญญูและถูกขับออกจากตระกูลสามี ‘หลี่ชิงอี’ ไม่ได้หลั่งน้ำตาแม้สักหยด นางรู้ดีว่านี่ไม่ใช่การลงทัณฑ์ แต่คือการปลดเปลื้องพันธนาการจากขุมนรก หนังสือหย่าที่เขียนด้วยโลหิตของนางเสมือนคำประกาศอิสรภาพที่แลกมาด้วยความเจ็บปวด บัดนี้นางไม่หลงเหลือสิ่งใด นอกจากสองมืออันว่างเปล่าและวิชาปักผ้าโอสถอันเป็นมรดกจากตระกูลเดิม นางสาบานว่าจะไม่ยอมให้ใครหน้าไหนมาข่มเหงรังแกได้อีก และจะใช้ความสามารถนี้สร้างเส้นทางชีวิตของตนเองขึ้นมาใหม่ ท่ามกลางชีวิตที่กำลังเริ่มต้นของแผงค้าเล็ก ๆ ท้ายตลาด นางไม่เคยรู้เลยว่าบุรุษลึกลับผู้เย็นชาที่มักจะแวะเวียนมาซื้อสินค้าของนางบ่อยครั้ง แท้จริงแล้วคือ ‘เซียวจิ่นเหยียน’ แม่ทัพใหญ่เจ้าของฉายาพยัคฆ์แห่งแดนเหนือผู้กุมชะตาชีวิตคนทั้งใต้หล้า!

My brother hated me and wanted me dead.I cried and asked him, "Am I your sister or what?""I don't have a sister," he scoffed.That night, a car suddenly hit me and killed me.He went insane.

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

My wife's soul mate had Rh negative blood just like me. In order to make my wife happy, he donated his bone marrow to me then committed suicide. I was put on the blame for his death. Everyone blamed me for killing him. My wife who received his suicide note went crazy. She started to draw blood from my body. She was extremely cruel. "You owe that to me. He would not have died if not because of you. I am only returning to him something that did not belong to you." When the soul mate reappeared, my wife started looking for me like crazy. She did not know that I had died for losing too much blood.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

My stepbrother hated me. He hated me and my mom for coming into his life, for ruining what he believed was his perfect family. Whenever he saw me, his face would turn cold, and he would tell me how disgusting I was, asking cruelly when I was going to die. In the end, I gave him what he wanted. But then he regretted it. He cried, begging me to come back, saying he never should have broken up with me and never should have treated me so cruelly. But I was already dead. Who was he putting on this show of affection for now?