Volume 1, Chapter 27: Misunderstanding (1/2)

The three days of her homecoming passed by in a blink of an eye.

From meeting the people she missed, her feeling of wanting it to always stay like this was strong, but there was no way for her resign from her job in the inner palace, so she had no choice but to again trouble Rihaku, her identity guarantor, to return.

Above all, her back was being pressured by the madam who was wondering what kind of sad*st Maomao’s first sell came out as.

(It looks like he saw a good dream.)

Seeing an excessively glowing Pairin-neechan, ;and Rihaku, whose eyes were sagged in the corners, changed into a honeyed apricot, she regretted that she overpaid her reward to him. As a result, the next person to sell her body was determined.

Well, she somewhat sympathised with Rihaku, who, having known of heavenly nectar once, will come to find the ones on earth unpalatable.

The madam will surely make a killing of him. Beyond that was not Maomao’s responsibility.

And so, she was going to return to the Jade Palace with her souvenirs, but there was a celestial maiden-like young man who was cloaked in an excessively dangerous air right there.

She felt an ominous poisonous air from the direction of the gentle smile.

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Why is he excessively glaring at her?

No matter what his character was, a beauty was a beauty. Besides, when he glared, there was an intensity to it.

As it was bothersome, she only bowed her head as much as she was required to, and headed for her own room, when he firmly grabbed her shoulders with the force of his nails digging in.

“Wait in the parlour.” A honey-like voice flowed into her ears. Honey was honey, but it was wolfsbane honey.

Gaoshun, who was at the back – his eyes told her to give up. Consort Gyokuyou, who looked troubled – her eyes were shining. Honnyan, who was, for some reason, looking at Maomao with blaming eyes.

The three maids too, were more curious than worried. Maomao would probably be thoroughly interrogated after this.

(Just what is happening?)

She put down her belongings, changed into her maid clothes and went to the parlour.

“What do you require of me?” Maomao asked.

There was only Jinshi in the room. He was elegantly dressed in simple official attire, legs crossed on the chair, elbows on the table. Somehow, she felt his attitude was worse than usual. Was it her imagination? She wanted it to be her imagination. Let’s take it as imagination.

There was no Gaoshun, the breath of fresh air. Consort Gyokuyou was nowhere to be found.

Well, in other words, they couldn’t bear to stay.

“It seems you returned home,” Jinshi said.

“Yes,” she answered.

“How was it?”

“Everyone was good.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

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“….”

“….”

“What kind of man was this Rihaku guy?”

“Yes. He’s my identity guarantor.”

(Why the name?)

He will be a regular customer from now on. An important source of income.

“Do you not understand what I mean? In that meaning.”

“Yes. He has to be a high official to be my guarantor who can properly maintain my identity.”

Jinshi, for some reason, looked extremely tired. Was it because she said the obvious?

“Did you get a ;kanzashi?”

“He distributed many of them. I received one out of obligation.”

Now that she thought about it, he was generous. Though it was a simple design, it was a finely made ;kanzashi.