~Plot~
โWho else would dare put her lips to poison, dripping one drop at a time, just because she is thirsty?โ
โ Crown Prince Irip of Gunryung.
โWhy must I be the one sent to Gunryung?โ
The one chosen as the princeโs seventh concubine for the emperorโ
Princess Yero of Hoan.
โThe Crown Prince is truly nobleโso noble he even plays the matchmaker for his father.
Why donโt you go ahead and arrange his wedding bed as well?โ
Thrown into a hellish situation, Yero fights to survive.
So she arms herself with sharp defiance and strikes back at Irip.
โNot bad. Iโll consider it.โ
The prince, who had always been cold toward her insolent attitude, starts to change little by little.
โWhy? Are you worried people might gossip that I, the crown prince, lust after my fatherโs concubine?โ
โWh-what nonsenseโฆ!โ
โIf that worries you, then letโs just keep it our little secret.โ
Laterโฆ
โThis is troublesome.โ
A low, rough male voice suddenly echoed through the cave.
Startled, Yero hurriedly tied back the knot she was about to undo.
โAh, but maybe the one in trouble nowโฆ isnโt me anymore?โ
Iripโs smooth, laughing voice lingered in the darkness around them.