Chapter 12 (2/2)

Kyoyoung opened her mouth with a heavy heart. She kept repeating it in her heard from the moment Bipaan took her as the Crown Princess, but it was hard for her to confess now.

“In fact…”

“Yes, please go ahead. Make yourself at home here.”

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Without knowing what she was going to say, Kyosul smiled at Kyoyoung warmly. Was it because of Kyosul’s carefree response? Kyoyoung could speak out freely.

“In fact, I deliberately haven’t come to see you up to now out of jealousy, Your Highness.”

With a curious look, she looked at Kyoyoung.

“Though it’s a bit indecent for me to tell you this, the Crown Prince didn’t have the ritual of sleeping with me on the wedding night.”

“The ritual of sleeping with you?”

Kyosul blushed her face. Obviously, she didn’t get what Kyoyong meant. When she asked, Kyoyoung got annoyed a bit. She would feel even more heartbroken if she told Kyosul in detail about what happened on their wedding night, but she continued with difficulty.

“After he took off my crown on the wedding night, the Crown Prince just left my room. That’s all, no more and no less,” she said as if she had nothing to do with it.

It was difficult for her to confess to Kyosul what happened on the wedding night, but everybody was aware of the rumor about her in the imperial palace, though they kept mum about it. So, Kyoyoung decided that she might as well see the Crown Princess to confess it in person. And that was her pride.

Now, what are you going to do with me?

After confessing to her, Kyoyoung pulled herself together and looked at Kyosul. But something she didn’t expect at all happened. Kyosul’s eyes were getting wet with tears.

This can’t be right! Is she shedding tears for me who got deserted by the Crown Prince?

Several times a day Kyoyoung imagined how Kyosul would respond to her confession, but she had never imagined Kyosul’s reaction like this. She was really embarrassed. She was trying her best to find out Kyosul’s genuine feelings.

Finally, Kyosul’s small lips opened.

“I thought the Crown Prince didn’t hug me simply because I was a woman from the Hwa Kingdom.”

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“What are you talking about?”

It was another unexpected development. Kyoyoung revealed her sheer embarrassment.

“You suffered the same sorrow that I did.”

With eyes wet with tears Kyosul stood up from the cushion mat. Tottering toward her, Kyosul hugged her suddenly. Kyoyoung felt warm when Kyosul hugged her, but she was at a loss for words when Kyosul showed such an unexpected reaction.

Not caring about her, though, Kyosul asked, choked with emotion. “By the way, how come you stay so peaceful and relaxed? I really can’t stand it. I just don’t know what to do. He is so scary.”

At first, Kyoyoung was startled when she came to without reserve and hugged her, but she awkwardly extended her hands to hug her, too. As she was bigger than Kyosul, she wrapped her in her arms. Hugging Kyoyoung, she grabbed her tightly. Her tears soaked Kyoyoung’s shoulders. The more her tears soaked her shoulders, the more her frozen heart melted away.

I wonder if she is only a young and weak girl…

Kyoyoung began to let down her guard slowly and stroked her small back slowly. Now, Kyosul’s trembling began to stop. When Kyosul seemed to calm down, Kyoyoung whispered into her ears, “You didn’t sleep with the Crown Prince on the wedding night like me?”

Kyosul nodded quietly. Kyoyoung tilted her head to one side. Based on what the court lady told her, the little court girls serving at the Crown Princess’s residence brought her blood-stained bedspread and white clothes to the royal laundry center. How come the bedspread was stained with blood?

While Kyoyoung was wondering about it, she saw the nanny taking care of Kyosul, who was standing near the wall at the moment. She noticed the nanny’s left hand wrapped with a bandage, showing one of its fingers cut. The moment she saw the bandage, Kyoyoung’s doubt was cleared. And she envied Kyoyoung for having such a loyal servant like the nanny.