Chapter 117 (1/2)

She recalled what Kyoyoung said to her first when they met, ‘How good-hearted you are!’

And Kyosul recalled her face, who let out a sigh of relief while saying so.

She thought she wouldn’t care about the distinction between her status as Bipaan’s official wife and her status as his second wife. Looking back, that was her silly illusion.

Kyoyoung was a faithful and bold woman. Kyosul was determined that she would take cue from Kyoyoung as a woman of determination. She wanted to stay with her and depend on her for a long time.

Then, this woman, who she liked, trusted and relied on, left Kyosul.

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Kyosul had no choice but to let her go, too

That’s why she told Kyoyoung, calming down her troubled emotions, “It’s just because I had intestinal pain.”

It was an acute gastrointestinal disease caused by food poisoning and diarrhea.

“Princess Kyoyoung!”

An unwelcome guest visited the Dongbin Palace, Kyoyoung’s residence. As soon as she heard her voice, Kyoyoung frowned. Although she showed her displeasure openly, her visitor did not care at all.

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The unexpected visitor was none other than Oran, Prince Dukwol’s wife.

“Don’t you remember I told you so the other day? I was sure that I could build a close friendship with you.”

Oran moved to the upper cushion occupied by Kyoyoung confidently. Kyoyoung inevitably got up to yield her seat to her.

“You are awesome! I’ve come to respect your guts. ”

“What are you talking about?”

“I think you know very well what I’m trying to say.”

Oran smiled at Kyoyoung’s blunt response. Oran’s eyes turned sharp while looking at her for a while. Though she had a smile on her lips, her eyes glared like the viper looking for prey.

Oran leaned forward and whispered.

“She couldn’t have stomach pain with mung bean powder only.”

Though her voice was so low that it was hardly audible, it rang in her ears sharply. Her eyes trembled. For a while, a heavy silence filled the room.

Everyone in the Imperial Palace knew that Kyosul had intestinal pain. But what she ate and exactly what happened in the Dongbi Palace was unknown. It seemed that the chief royal doctor imposed a gag order on all the court ladies.

But Oran already understood the whole situation. Kyoyoung really wanted to hide it from her, but she was obviously caught by Oran, too, who she wanted to keep her distance from all the time.

“… Please leave,” Kyouyoung said, dropping her head.

“Wow, how smart you are! How can you keep your place here in the Dongbin Palace when you caused such an incident? It seems like the Crown Princess likes you very much.”

“Get out. Get out right now!”

As she couldn’t stand it anymore, Kyoyoung shouted at her. She jumped out of her seat and raised her finger toward the door.

“I don’t want to see even your shadow here again!”

“When you and I are in the same boat, how can you be so mean to me?” Oran said, laughing at her sneeringly. Kyoyoung’s face was turning more and more red.

“Ahhh!”

She screamed while standing upright. Despite her creepy screaming, Oran did not bat an eye and kept her smile on her face.

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Kyoyoung close her eyes, clenching her fists, with all the muscles of her face distorted.

The joints of her fists holding on the hem of her dress were swollen, and the hem was crumpled like a piece of paper.

“Ahhh!” She screamed sharply again.

***

Time passed quickly.

It was one day at the end of the summer when the haze was swelling up.

There was a baby’s loud cry from the Imperial Palace.

Kyosul finally gave birth to a baby.

It was a baby boy, Taehwanggun.