Chapter 119
She could say with certainty that she had never been drawn to dangerous things. The reason she had gone through the difficult training and learned swordsmanship in the mountains was because she wanted to be a good person who obeyed her father’s command.
Han Yuseol, who was not her father’s daughter, liked safe things. She wanted to stay home when the weather was bad and had a habit of avoiding rough paths. It was her daily routine to somehow soothe her heart by looking at the spectacular scenery when she felt scared and exhausted from mountain climbing.
But these days, she had been a little strange, so she couldn’t confidently deny it. Yuseol’s eyes, which held a faint sense of resentment, turned to Mu-yeong.
The man she had felt this far had a cruel side, and he was cold, which made him even more dangerous. The thought that she should quickly run away if he got closer was always in her mind.
But her feet were slowly becoming unable to move, and she didn’t even feel like trying. It was the same right now, as she stood facing him.
“I’m….”
Yuseol didn’t want to acknowledge such a feeling. She repeatedly told herself that he was a cold-blooded man who treated people like toys and used them as tools for his amusement. The stinging feeling inside her chest, as if she had swallowed seawater, seemed to calm down a little.
“I am not that kind of person.”
She said it clearly and looked up at the sky to avoid his gaze. The sky, where only the sunset had looked clean, was now full of clouds. She felt as if they had come to watch a conversation that would only result in more wounds.
She bowed her head. She was about to add that she would not be drawn to dangerous things in the future, but a calm, low voice rang out.
“Then it seems you like the color of his red clothes.”
At first, she didn’t know what he meant by that. Yuseol liked the color red, but she preferred light, non-obtrusive colors more.
Then, the image of Kim Seon’s clothes from a moment ago came to Yuseol’s mind. It was the gonryongpo, the King’s royal robe. It was a robe with a resplendent, glossy red fabric and a golden dragon that gave it an air of majesty.
In the palace, even from a distance, people would get tense, avoid it, or bow their heads just by seeing the color of the gonryongpo. This was something that happened without change, even when the person changed from father to son.
Sometimes, Yuseol felt as if people were worshipping the clothes, not the person wearing them. She felt that no one would hate such a powerful robe.
The fact that every woman in the palace was interested in the man wearing that robe was proof of that. They went beyond interest and struggled to be loved by the King.
Perhaps the woman who was given poison by the owner of the gonryongpo would be considered the same. Because it was such a great robe. Yuseol bit her lower lip as if she was fuming.
She hated the gonryongpo more than any other official robe. That feeling had started when she was young. Her father, whom she wanted by her side more than anyone, was busy pouring everything into the man who wore the gonryongpo. He would run to him whenever he was called, and it was no exception even when his daughter was dying from a sword wound.
And the man who had inherited that robe was changing like another person….
She felt that the gonryongpo might be sucking the owner’s blood. That was why it had no choice but to be the color red.
But even this feeling would just be an interesting spectacle to this man. She caressed her lower lip with her index finger and answered coldly.
“Think whatever you want.”
He gritted his teeth. His smooth jaw hardened with a cold intensity. She didn’t know why, but he seemed truly angry. Yuseol didn’t want to provoke him any further.
“Then I’ll go back to my room.”
He would probably smile and tell her to go well. He had always done so. As if his conversation with Han Yuseol was of no importance to him.
Yuseol found it difficult to even look at his reaction and immediately turned her body toward the wooden floor.
At the very moment she was taking off her shoes, a large hand grabbed and pulled her wrist.
She felt like she was going to get burned. The heat from his body, his gaze, and the low voice that came toward her were all that dangerous.
When she looked at him in surprise, he had lost his relaxed smile as well.
“Answer me.”
“…….”
“I asked if you liked the clothes.”
A strange emotion suddenly rushed over her. She wanted to see him lose his composure even more.
For some reason, she had a premonition that she could do so if she gave a positive answer to his question.
She looked him directly in his dark, watery eyes. Her once somber eyes were filled with a fierce glow. She wanted to see him become more displeased, lose his composure, and show his emotions. Then, she felt it would be a little more fair.
She slightly opened her lips. The strong wind that had been blowing calmed down. It was a moment when the quiet atmosphere was so taut that it felt like it would snap.
Her sharp voice echoed with a rustling sound.
“Yes. Just like everyone else, I like those clothes too.”
Suddenly, the wind rushed over the wooden floor without mercy. The small bell on the doorknob began to ring madly.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
Yuseol covered her ears at the high-pitched sound. As the sound became muffled, the world she saw also became blurred for a moment.
So, he who looked even clearer, didn’t explode in anger or lose his composure. Instead, he smiled calmly, as if it was a good thing.
Suddenly, a downpour began to pour down.
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