Chapter 108 (1/2)

“Let me see how long she can get around with that arrogant attitude.”

Oran quickened her pace in great impatience. She soon crossed the main gate of the palace and was quickly escorted to the innermost room by a court lady on standby.

Oran, who sent the owner of that room to the lower seat in the back and leaned against the bedside comfortably, greeted her in a nice tone.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The other party replied in a reluctant voice, “I’m surprised you have come to see me in a shabby place like this.”

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Nevertheless, Oran smiled and responded with a more gentle voice.

“As the butterfly doesn’t fly in the place of flowers here, how can’t this place look shabby?”

Flowers and butterflies. It was a common metaphor.

It was Yomin, Prince Ruhae’s official wife, that Oran visited.

She already let the butterfly fly away. She decided not to wait a long time ago.

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But that didn’t mean she could accept Oran’s reckless sneering like this.

Yomin’s eyebrows were noticeably wriggling. She strained her eyes and looked at Oran sharply. She clenched her jaw, barely swallowed anger and spoke clearly, “Princess Oran, watch your language, please.”

“Aren’t you curious about the butterfly’s whereabouts?”

Yomin’s face, who was seated in the lower mat, became hardened.

Not caring at all, Oran added in a high-pitched tone, “I have a lot of things to share with you about something.”

Oran leaned back. She lay on the bed, as if it was her own dwelling place. The light coat covering her breast came off, revealing her shoulder line. She lifted her shoulders bewitchingly, showing off her full bosom.

Yomin still sat with upright position, with her back straight, and looked down at Oran.

Though she gazed at Yomin, Oran’s eyes looked arrogant when she looked up at her, with her eyes half closed.

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Princess Oran.”

Yomin then added in a firm and monotonous tone slowly.

“I’m embarrassed by your sexual look.”

At that moment Oran cut her off and said, “Aren’t you interested about my story on the flower place that your butterfly has found?”

“Well, I don’t want to hear that at all!” For a moment, Yomin raised her voice and then shut up. She continued to say calmly, “Furthermore, I don’t think we have anything to share between you and me.”

Yomin regained her composure. When it comes to controlling her mind, she had already grown accustomed to it over a decade. There was a moment of silence in her room.

Yomin sat politely, with her head down slightly. Leaning against the bed arrogantly, Oran stared at her with a strange expression.

Oran’s eyes carefully scanned her without saying anything: the angle of her head that allows her not to see her, her firmly closed lips with a gentle smile, her red lips, the bridge of her small nose, her neatly trimmed eyebrows and her smooth white forehead.

Oran’s face, who was looking at Yomin closely, seemed to reflect nothing. But upon closer look, there was something like anger on it. It was the first time that anybody repeatedly refused Oran’s request. No one dared to annoy her. So, she was shocked to learn that Yomin gave her a short shrift like this.

Oran was dumbfounded and offended, which made her feign a smile.

‘It’s funny. Very funny.’

Little did Oran think the woman before her would give her such entertainment.

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She lifted one side of her lips for a smile and said in an annoying voice, “I have been in the Imperial Palace for ten years and I thought I knew a lot about the Imperial Palace. But there are still many new and novel things around me. ”

She never thought not only Kyosul but also Yomin would bother her so much

“Isn’t the Imperial Palace also a fun place?”

Yomin still didn’t reply. There was no change in her facial expression. Oran stopped laughing and suddenly looked at her. She was again scanning her carefully.

“You… . ”

Oran’s fingers fluttered in the air. She pointed the tip of her finger sharply at Yomin.

“You already know that, don’t you?”

Yomin did not answer. She didn’t even bat an eye at all.

In the end, Yomin asked in a firm voice, “What do you mean?”

“You already know what I’m talking about. Too much. ”

Oran cut off her words and added, “You already know everything.”

“Well, I don’t care about where the butterfly is,” Yomin replied curtly.

“What the heck?”

Both of them were now fully engaged in a war of nerves.

Oran asked back, snorting high, “I clearly mentioned ‘a different flower place,’ but you said you don’t care?”