The Medicine Hall of the Tang Clan of Sichuan. Jin Cheon, lying on the sickbed and wrapped tightly in bandages, let out a sigh.
“I can't tell if this house heals people with medicine or tries to suffocate them with the smell of it.”
The Tang Clan of Sichuan had promised generous treatment for the benefactor who had saved a precious member of their family. However, for this wild rascal, being told to live quietly as a patient was hell itself.
But then. Click.
The door opened. Jin Cheon apathetically turned his head, then froze.
“…Huh?”
A softly shining, light green silk palace robe. Silver thread embroidery that shimmered like ripples in the sunlight with every movement. A three-layered ornament made of jade and crystal hung from her slender waist, and two silver hairpins were crossed in her elegantly styled hair.
Small jade bells hung from the ends of the hairpins, making a clear sound with each step. Truly a peerless beauty. He thought that at this rate, even Sword Flower would have to step down from her position as the world's greatest beauty.
“…Who are you?”
Jin Cheon asked cautiously. At that, the peerless beauty before him frowned and spoke.
“It's me, you bastard.”
He knew this voice. It was the voice of the tomboy who had worked him like a dog. Then, could it be….
“Tang Su-ryeon?”