Cheonghae approached her, one step at a time.
“If I had my way, I would kill you right here, tell everyone what you've done, and utterly crush your family….”
Cheonghae clenched his fists.
“I am barely holding back.”
Soran's mind raced.
‘Did the Yellow Dragon Unit Leader tell him everything before he died?’
But that man… surely he wouldn't have told him everything? The man who wanted to make his own son the Family Head and place him at the very peak of the Namgung?
‘No. He couldn't have told him that much. There's no way to prove Soryong is Horak's son.’
He would sooner die than sell out his own son and lover.
Therefore….
“…That's right.”
“…”
“I… I asked the Red Dragon Unit Leader to select the people I wanted as Inner Hall warriors.”
Soran decided to hide her relationship with the Yellow Dragon Unit Leader until the very end. Since she couldn't be sure she was caught yet….
“I must have been blinded by the money they offered. As you know, I am a merchant's daughter, so blood is hard to….”
“So you intend to deny it to the end.”
The voice that flowed from between Cheonghae's clenched lips was so cold it could freeze. Soran's arms, wrapped around her own body, began to tremble finely.
“From now on, I will speak clearly so you won't even think of playing games.”
“...?”