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….
The Huo clan’s birthday banquet didn’t last too long, wrapping up before nightfall. Afterward, Wakako no longer pulled away from Miki’s touch. She let Miki hold her hand in front of everyone, putting on a display of affection that even the nobles couldn’t ignore. At first, their gazes were filled with mockery, eyes sharp with amusement. But as time went…
If Wakako hadn’t checked repeatedly beforehand to confirm that the person in front of her wasn’t wearing a disguise, she might have really thought the Saint was pretending to be Miki to deceive her. Otherwise, how could someone undergo such a drastic change in personality all of a sudden, even to the point of… …saying the exact same things as…
After that day, whenever Wakako closed her eyes, she would see that bloody scene, especially the sight of Young Master Kiyoshi’s bulging eyes in death, which would often haunt her dreams. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen death, but it was the first time she’d hurt someone uncontrollably. More than fear, she felt lost. Her fellow trainees called themselves…