Chapter – 34
Is This Memory Yours?
Amang was exhausted.
Too many things had happened today.
Talking with So Beauty all that time felt like having the soul sucked right out of her.
‘It was like meeting a fan.’
It was a happy time.
Had she ever been this happy since possessing this body?
No!
‘Well, my heart rode a rollercoaster because of the Emperor.’
That time when So Beauty fed her porridge was truly the best.
The problem was that Amang’s physical condition was still not good.
While accepting the porridge and having trivial conversations, her condition worsened.
‘Of all things, I had to go and deliver a passionate speech.’
Amang held her throbbing forehead and groaned.
‘According to the secret book, it’s important to see His Majesty frequently!’
‘Ah, I see. Do you know where His Majesty likes to go?’
‘Hmm. I think it might be the flower garden.’
…Did I overdo it?
Amang, who had sprawled out grandly on the bed, shook her head left and right.
She intended to sleep without thinking about anything.
There’s no So Beauty, no Nan, no one, so I can sleep comfortably!
She had also taken the decoction, so drowsiness naturally washed over her.
‘Let’s ride this momentum!’
Amang, covered by a soft and fluffy blanket, took two deep breaths.
Her rough breathing had already turned into soft, steady breaths.
Amang once again faced a chaotic dreamscape.
Well, this wasn’t a dream.
The faintly heard voice was very familiar.
-Young-eun.
Mom.
A soft and affectionate voice, the kind that would make tears fall just from hearing it.
-You need to get up.
Amang had thought of her family since possessing this body.
Normally, she wasn’t particularly close with her family, but in this new world, family was the first thing she thought of.
Because the blood flowing in her body was thick.
-Aren’t you going to work? You need to make money.
Ah.
Her mind snapped awake.
Amang. No, Young-eun was now sitting on the subway.
‘What is this?’
A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, as if she had dozed off.
Everything she experienced as Amang’s body felt unreal.
A good dream, or perhaps a delusion.
That was all it was.
‘Was it a dream?’
Young-eun, sitting on the seat at the very end, leaned her head against a pillar.
It was too vivid to dismiss as just a dream.
Sometimes there were dreams like that.
In psychology, dreams are said to be products of the unconscious.
The unconscious hidden beneath the iceberg is deep and vast beyond what one can know.
‘It was fun though.’
The act of counseling her father, the Emperor, the actions of climbing over windows and trees, all the sensations engraved on her body were vivid.
‘It’s been a while since I had fun.’
When living as Amang, she had wanted to return as soon as possible, but now she didn’t. A fun dream is best stored away in a corner of memory and savored later.
Young-eun naturally glanced at her phone. The viewer for [That Tyrant’s Youngest Daughter Is a Delinquent!] filled the screen.
Several text messages overlapped above it.
-Young-eun
-Where are you?
-Come quickly
The quiet family chatroom became noisy. Young-eun hurriedly checked the messages. The web novel she was reading was long forgotten.
Young-eun was instantly sucked into her phone.
As if someone wanted it that way.
[This station is ■■. The doors will open on the right.]
The subway carrying Young-eun quickly reached its destination.
Warm messages about deciding the dinner menu were being exchanged in the family chatroom.
The faintly reflected smile was about to send a reply but hurriedly stopped.
The rattling subway stopped at the platform.
[There is a wide gap between the platform and the train. Please mind the gap.]
The doors slowly opened. Young-eun stepped out with one foot.
But you know.
‘Was my family originally that affectionate toward me?’
No way.
They had been like that throughout Young-eun’s life…….
[Mind the gap.]
And then Young-eun fell straight down into it.
The atmosphere in the peaceful Yeonyeong Palace had changed quite a bit.
The condition of the princess, who had been fine throughout the conversation with So Beauty, was unusual.
A body burning like a ball of fire, groaning lips.
“It, it was sudden… at dawn!”
“Sudden?”
“Her breathing became rough and then her fever won’t go down!”
The palace maid standing guard had noticed something was wrong.
Even placing a cold wet towel on her forehead showed no sign of the fever breaking.
“Your Highness…”
Her forehead was hot and her finger joints were cold. Like a dead person.
Nan stayed by her side, pressing her own temples.
As a mere palace maid, there was nothing she could do.
“Wait a moment.”
Her contemplative eyes widened. It wasn’t that there was no method at all.
But this was….
Nan shook her head.
“Right now, the important thing is to bring down Her Highness’s fever.”
Nan had made up her mind!
She was about to implement what had come to mind.
“Your Highness. I will return.”
Nan, who had covered herself from head to toe with a cloth to hide her appearance, headed into the darkness.
How much time had passed?
“Hah.”
Amang’s eyes snapped open.
As soon as she sat up, she checked her arms and legs.
“I’m alive?”
She tried to steady her heart, which had sunk heavily.
Wow, I really thought I was dying.
‘Just how much of that was a dream?’
She was clearly on the subway.
She had made plans to have shabu-shabu for dinner, but then suddenly fell through the gap between the platform and the train.
The sensations are this vivid, and you’re telling me it was all a dream?
Amang felt her two hands, which were perfectly intact.
“I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“Huh?”
“You’ve finally woken up.”
…Why are you here, Your Majesty?
Amang was surprised by the scene she saw as soon as she woke up.
Especially the Emperor, sitting at the table reading a book, looked like a ghost.
“You made me wait.”
“Am I dying again? Is my neck hanging by a thread?”
“Next time, make some more sweet things and bring them.”
Ah.
That’s a bit….
“I’m sick right now.”
“If you’re feeling wronged, you should have gotten up quickly.”
Isn’t that just picking a fight?
I have no idea what this situation is about or how it happened.
“Why did you come here?”
“Your Highness!”
No, I’m curious.
That guy, who you wouldn’t expect to visit someone sick even after they die, probably didn’t come because Amang was sick.
‘What’s his ulterior motive?’
The Emperor, having closed the book, slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
There was nowhere to hide; she was truly caught between a rock and a hard place.
“You’re frail. I went to the trouble of taking my precious time to come for a consultation, and this is what happens.”
“A consultation?”
“Didn’t we make a promise?”
Ah, of course.
‘I’m a fool for expecting anything.’
What did I expect from that cruel and heinous guy!
The Emperor, who started scraping at people’s nerves as soon as she woke up.
Amang narrowed her eyes and looked at the Emperor.
Her face was clearly full of dissatisfaction to anyone who saw.
“Wipe that look off your face.”
“Yep.”
“Hmm. A child’s body is indeed frail.”
“It’s because I got caught in the rain.”
Actually, it was Geumjin who got all the rain.
By the way, is Geumjin okay?
Amang, looking at the Emperor before her, thought of Geumjin.
That gentle little kid, if he gets caught in the rain he’ll catch a cold.
“Caught in the rain like some dog?”
“…I didn’t have an umbrella!”
“Does Yeonyeong Palace not have such things?”
Hah, seriously.
Where do I even start explaining this?
‘Do I really have to say everything?’
She absolutely did not want to bring up the story about the royal storage.
He would definitely laugh at her.
“You’re looking for my preferences there? Shouldn’t you have come and asked me directly?”
Like this.
‘Just thinking about it makes me furious.’
Imagining him laughing openly felt twice as ridiculous.
The Emperor, completely unaware of this imagination, stroked his chin.
“I can’t do it today.”
“I waited seven days?”
“You didn’t wait.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Don’t tell me… he waited?
Ah, that’s a bit burdensome.
“You didn’t wait.”
“Phew.”
“You’re sighing in great relief.”
“Ah, this is just a habit.”
Amang replied with a beaming smile.
The escort warrior beside her was grinding his teeth as if he’d draw his sword any moment, but for today, just let it go.
‘I’m a patient!’
If he uses this as an excuse later, she could just say, ‘I was sick then, I couldn’t see straight!’ It would be fine.
Right now, Amang didn’t have the luxury to care about such things.
‘That dream was really strange.’
Yes, first of all, it was strange that the messages came. The chatroom that had been quiet for so long suddenly becoming active was a strange thing.
‘…Why didn’t I notice?’
Because deep down, she wished for it.
On that suffocating commute home, she desperately wished for even a small hole to escape through.
In the end, nothing was preserved, but.
“Hmm. Is that so? Looking at you sometimes, it seems like the princess must have two lives.”
That’s a threat to behead her.
‘X, he always threatens to behead me.’
It’s not like I’m a vegetable on a cutting board, seriously.
Normally, it would be a matter of just letting it go, thinking ‘that’s just how the Emperor is.’
But not now.
‘That kind of thing can’t even be called a threat.’
Right now, Amang looked ready to bite anyone who touched her.
Even if he is a tyrant!
“And whose fault is that?”
“Hmm?”
“If Your Majesty had cherished his concubines from the start, this wouldn’t have happened!”
Others would think she’s finally gone mad. But can’t I even say this much? Amang poured out all the stress that had been building up.
‘Why am I the only one working? Why!’
I thought possessing someone meant starting a haha-hoho happy life!
‘I want to have fun too!’
If it weren’t for that damn life-threatening threat, she wouldn’t have this kind of stress. Amang is just a week into her job, a psychology major who’s only good in theory—what can she do? Especially when the other party is the Emperor with an inflated ego!
“So that’s why So Beauty came to find me… Eep!”
“So Beauty?”
“Anyway! Don’t threaten my life, Your Majesty. A person has one life, not two, right?”
Nan’s complexion looked strangely pale, sorry about that.
After finishing speaking, Amang calmly caught her breath. Her chest felt strangely clear and refreshed.
‘I’m X-ed.’
She’d really have nothing to say even if she got beheaded.
But as long as it feels refreshing, that’s fine. Ah, whatever. Try to kill me.
The Emperor quietly stared at Amang. Amang flinched at his every gesture. But dying is a bit….
‘I’ll be going ahead!’
Amang, who had tightly closed her eyes, fervently wished to get through this moment safely.
After all, it was a situation she had brought upon herself.
A stinging sensation reached the tip of her nose. A strange feeling, as if someone had pinched her nose.
Huh?
“Rest.”
That was all.
The Emperor immediately left his seat.
‘Have I finally gone mad?’
Amang, touching the tip of her nose, tilted her head.
But it was a relief.
‘I’m alive!’
