Chapter 73 (2/2)

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Kyosul wondered for a moment where Ruhae was, but in no time she felt someone’s warm hands pushing her shoulders gently. .

As she had leaned forward too much to check out the left side, Bipaan was pushing her body into the right posture.

“I’m sorry.”

“Crown Princess, please don’t forget that you’re the official wife of the Crown Prince, and act accordingly. I don’t think I’m asking too much of you.”

She bowed to him. Kyoyoung smiled kindly at her as if she saw a cute child acting beyond the control of her parents.

A little later Prince Dukwol and Oran arrived with their son and climbed the stairs.

Looking at Dukwol, Kyosul caught his eye by mistake. Dukwol lowered his head slightly to her with a smile. Though he had a gentle face filled with dignity, Kyosul felt an ominous sign in the mysterious sparkling of his black eyes. When she turned her eyes from him, she saw Oran looking at her with a disgruntled expression. When Oran caught her eye, she quickly changed her expression into a bright smile, which only brought emphasized her animosity.

When Kyosul turned her eyes to the Emperor’s only grandson, Mu, he shouted at the sight of Kyosul, “Wow, Ayamama! She is there!”

He rushed up the stairs and stood before her.

She saw him at the naming ceremony of Koryun, but Mu didn’t see her because he had been totally focused on Koryun, so he now tried to recognize her.

The only thing he remembered about her was when he went to see her with his mom Oran when she was sick with a fever.

While she blinked in shock and embarrassment, he jumped into her arms. She figured out his personality at Koryun’s naming ceremony, Mu was outgoing and stubborn.

“Ayamama, are you okay now? You were sick in bed for so long. My name is Mutaehwanggun, Danmok Muyo. My casual name Mu means martial arts, but my official name Mu means mist!”

Holding Kyosul’s waist and burying his face in her blue silk, he murmured something. His bright and smiling face was clean and clear. He had the bright smile of a six-year-old child.

She realized the meaning of Ayamama quickly. As he met her for the first time when she was sick, Mu called her Ayamama which meant sick Crown Princess.

Smiling at his cuteness, she stroked his hair.

“Thanks to your concern, Ayamama feels okay now.”

As she smiled brightly at him, Mu buried his face in her silk robe.

At that moment, Bipaan extended his large hand from the left and pulled Mu out of her arms.

Bipaan pushed Mu aside and said, “I think you need to learn more etiquette.”

When he spoke to Mu in a cold voice, he suddenly freaked out.

Dukwol rushed up the stairs, but he could not stop his son as that little boy so quickly jumped to Kyosul.

Dukwol put his hands on Mu’s shoulders and whispered into his ears and told him to exclaim

“Long Live the Crown Prince and Crown Princess. I’m honored to see you!”

Dukwol didn’t greet Kyoyoung as she was only Bipaan’s second wife. Without even looking at Kyoyoung, he began to ask for Kyosul and Bipaan’s forgiveness.

“Crown Princess, please forgive my son’s discourtesy. Crown Prince, my son committed discourtesy to the Crown Princess. Please forgive him!”

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Then he looked down at Mu with an expression of worry and scolding.

Mu pouted and looked up at his father.

“I’m fine–”

Bipaan spoke coldly, “Dukwol, I know your son is young, but isn’t he old enough to show good manners?” He ignored Kyosul who was going to say she didn’t care.

Dukwol lowered Mu’s head with one hand and he himself also lowered his head.

“I’m sorry. I will make sure he receives training in good manners.”

A little later Oran, embarrassed at his son’s naughty behavior, came up to the tier and offered greetings to him before going to Mu. She lowered himself to Mu’s eye level and grabbed his hands.

“Son, haven’t I told you all the time that you should always act politely?”

“I’m sorry, mom. I just acted like that as I was happy to see Ayamama here…”

He pouted at Oran’s scolding. Even when he was being scolded, he sneakily glanced and smiled at Kyosul as if he liked her. Kyosul grinned at his cuteness.