The market women had no idea what she was thinking. They hadn’t seen much of the world, but they weren’t completely ignorant either. “Huh? Isn’t that the same name as the Saint?” Miki smiled faintly, offering no explanation. Quickly, another woman chimed in, “Lots of people share the same name these days. You can’t even read, so best not to…
Wakako’s mind was flooded with fragments of memories she thought she had missed, but actually resided deep within her subconscious. On the day the Eagle Kingdom sent assassins to attack the Kitagawa clan, when she rushed in with her last ounce of strength, she saw pristine white clothes, not a single stain… Rika and the others had clearly failed in…
The passage of time on their wedding day, from day to night, and then from night to dawn, was beyond description. Wakako had always known that a person’s strength or weakness wasn’t determined by their appearance. Once, a snake as thick as a man’s thigh slithered into the Saionji estate, coiling itself in a corner, hissing its forked tongue. All…
In the past, Wakako would always obey no matter what, but this time she didn’t. She was pinned down by the pheromones of someone born to be superior, yet she stubbornly resisted. Miki lowered her gaze even further. “Don’t you understand what I’m saying?” Wakako clenched her still-damp sleeve. She had never raised a hand against the Saint, but in…
A month passed quickly. Even though the Jin clan handled most of the wedding preparations, there were still many things that Wakako needed to take care of. Every few days, she would enter the palace to train the Crown Princess. In the afternoon, she would read the letters sent by the Jin clan to ensure that everything was going smoothly….