You know, I'm not a regular bad girl.

"Huh...?

"What?

"Apparently, Huang Linglin was suffering from about the same symptoms. He suddenly fell ill from around dawn, and now he can't even drink water, so he has a high fever."

Explained Ming changes complexion.

"Is that an infectious disease?

If so, as the Lord of the Daisy Palace, it is an immediate emergency that must take command.

But there, Lin Lin shrugs.

"No - I'm sure it's a curse"

Disturbingly, the three people on the spot turned together, but she was so immersed in thought that she didn't realize it.

(Hye-Moon's disease was not just a disease, it was a curse caused by worm poison. Though I thought I was caught with a demon bow... what if the curse was simply leaving Master Huiyue...?

Unexpectedly, out of the incense furnace, the figure of a poisonous worm moving through the calf floats in the back of his brain.

So, suppose the curse went toward Silk Su's living room, the deepest part of the Huang Qi Palace...

- Your Highness has a purpose.

The voice of the interrupted Hui Moon comes back to life. Isn't this how she wanted to go on?

Your Majesty's assassination.

(Master Huiyue called me competent...)

Ling Lin circles her thoughts as she unconsciously presses her lips.

Competence is a word that appreciates a high degree of problem-solving ability rather than artistic mastery.

And if Ling Lin, who tends to fall ill and has just fallen, is able to contribute to solving some problem at Huang Qi Palace, it was all about improving hygiene and the environment in the palace.

It was all me who turned much of Huang Qi Palace's pear garden into a herbal field, who had gathered pests to feed the rats, and who had involved Silk Su in numerous workouts.

Maybe the sound of strings ringing night after night in workouts was unknowingly cursing.

Before she knew it, Lin Lin had become a jetty and was protecting the Empress.

(I'm sure, with me, they thought the worm poison wouldn't activate or even activate it would be negligible. So Lady Zhu wanted to get rid of me)

As long as Linglin enters Zhu Huiyue's body, the rest will be executed at will.

You just have to keep Hui Moon in Huang Lin's body, who has no knowledge to resist - that's what Lady Zhu drew.

"Hey, Zhu Huiyue. Why do you call it a curse?

Surprisingly frowned Ming, Linglin looks up all the time.

"Infectious diseases are those that follow through exhalation and fluid. Because it's hard to imagine that Her Majesty the Queen, far from the room, will be the first to suffer, not the woman who took care of me in the same room."

And as he seeped through the rush, he stuck it on the sleeve of Ming.

"What's more, this time, the symptoms of her have more effect on the demon's strings than on the potion water. That is the proof left that this is not a normal disease, but a curse. Please, lend me the Devil's Bow once."

"What are you talking about? Are you going to pull your bow again!?

"It's obvious. With the bow of the demon, you conquer the demon."

For Ling Lin, Silk Su is her aunt, but she also thinks she is her mother in this chick palace.

Ling Lin admired her for being a Wong family woman, always taunted, laughing in a low voice, narrowing her eyes and adoring the children.

"In case anything happens to Her Majesty, I will not live. It's the afterlife. The Devil's Bow."

"No."

But Ming's reply was not even an island to attach.

"You need to rest."

That gaze had plundered the painfully cloth-wrapped palms, but Lin Lin, with blood on her head, did not notice it.

"Why is that!

She screamed uncommonly, revealing her emotions.

"Do you think there is no curse!? I honestly didn't believe in curses or superstitions either, but not now. There are curses in this world, and miracles happen. Do not share with me the power to perform miracles."

Perhaps if it had been Ling Lin so far, if she had told me that Ming couldn't, she might have pulled back lightly.

Even if a loved one suffered a curse, it would only hurt his heart and would not have disturbed him.

But not now.

The fact that my mother and I might lose someone to admire was horrible, and my heart was in such a hurry that I couldn't care less if I hit any hand.

I believed in the curse, and I prayed for a miracle.

Emotions shake. It's like a flame.

But she thought that was what it meant to be alive.

"Please"

"Don't make me say it again and again. I can't lend you the Devil's Bow."

"Why is that! Do you still doubt me? How can you believe me!

Stuck, Ming opens his mouth aggressively.

But...

(Are you telling me you don't already suspect?

On the verge of words gaining sound, he conceived.

(He said he already knew your sincerity. He said he was just worried about the scratches. But then -)

Doesn't that seem like you're forgiving her your heart, then?

I don't know, I can put my strength in my fist.

Lin Lin is the only woman I put inside my heart.

Until I put aside such a precious girl, I couldn't believe myself for going out to visit this woman, for an act that would whisper a word, a favor.

Isn't that exactly betrayal of Lin Lin?

"- I'm not coming, like the day I trust you."

So Ming said away in a harsh voice.

shifts his gaze away from his opponent, who has the colour of heartbreak all the time in his eyes.

"How can I fully believe in you once I've been shown my sincerity, spinning sweet words more than once?"

Just, he thought.

The woman in front of me is definitely starting to change.

It's as if the potato worm exits the chrysalis and becomes a butterfly, big and vibrant.

If you see it, you and I may eventually remove the stigma of the bad girl from her and smile.

"Give me a minute. You don't deserve to deal with artifacts right now. Just remember that you offered to suffer from your mother's illness. Sooner or later -"

"Well, then, thank you."

But interceptive words were blocked by their low voices.

If you look back, the woman in front of you is staring straight at us.

I accidentally breathed in its shooting power.

"Whether it's a beast hunting ritual, or a neutral verse ritual, it still is. I said to His Highness, I want you to listen to me and believe me. But on all three occasions, Your Highness didn't make it happen. If that's all right with you."

The voice is pale, yet unspeakably awesome.

When she raised her jaw, she said clearly.

"I will no longer ask Your Highness for permission, nor will I consult with you. We'll do whatever you want. Punishment is at your disposal."

So, for one thing - why don't you just leave the stash with even a wet cloth in the water?

"Hey, what are you going to do"

"We said we would not report you"

The outstretched arm is also glistened.

Ming was annoyed and tried to circle in front of his opponent.

but realizing he was about to kick the bucket at his feet, he glances at him.

And so...

…………

I looked at what appeared for a moment on the water and opened my eyes wide.

"Wait! Where are you going, chick?

"Your Highness, may I let Zhu Huiyue go like that?"

Even as the woman rushed after her and Chenyu dived in her voice and asked, Ming was still unable to move.

Now.

Zhu Huiyue passed by the barrel, at that moment.

It was Huang Linglin's (...) figure that crossed the surface of the purple dragon spring of reflecting the truth.

(Is that a mistake...?

No, but thanks to the sunlight that plugged in from between the doors, there was a statue firmly tied to the surface of the water.

And even though for a moment Ming can't possibly mistake that delicate beauty that he has loved every day.

Okay, if.

- Please. Just for a little while, don't listen to me.

Unexpectedly, the exchange came back when the beast hunting ritual.

She pleaded that way by stretching her spine, not begging for her life before her sentence.

- First name If you and your loving, kind cousin (...)...

Ling Lin was naturally speaking of the only name she was supposed to use, she.

He stood with the beast in front of him, but with no difficulty, and with Rin facing forward.

Even when attacked by a woman officer, she did not disturb a single tone and was quiet.

Yes, put your little neck up and put your hand on your cheek, that trick.

Dance that was as light as a butterfly.

Strength of the core to continue to pull the bow even if the skin is torn.

More importantly, those eyes that don't include flattery or fright, but shoot straight through this one.

(Since when...?

The heartbeat bounces.

One hand, unconsciously covering his mouth, was trembling.

- There are curses in this world, and miracles happen.

(Since when, replaced......!?

I switched.

I just thought so.

Because that beggar night on the border, the woman in Huang Linglin's face suddenly became enlightened, tearing exaggerated and lovingly complaining about her sickness.

And Zhu Huiyue's body contained Linglin's soul.

(I told her, what...!?

Ming learned a feeling of blood drawn from his whole body.

What have I done to her?

They drove him to prison, put him in the same cage as the beast, and cursed him with a wicked woman.

I didn't even reach out to her surrounding the affair, and even if a woman attacked me, I left it if she insisted it was "no problem".

I didn't give her any damn rewards for showing a gorgeous dance, and as a result of overlapping impossibilities, I let go of saying that I couldn't even trust the person who hurt my body and fell down, now, again.

More importantly, I couldn't tell who it was.

- I asked His Highness to listen to me, to believe me, and I said so.

Occasionally, I remember him moving his mouth strangely.

Could it have been a mouth sealing technique or something?

I wonder if there is such a technique, but it's no wonder that so much as a body is replaced actually happens.

- But on all three occasions, Your Highness didn't make it happen. If so, fine.

A chilling voice pierces my heart like an ice blade.

(I...)

An adorable, sober, precious girl who taught herself for the first time to yearn for her opponent.

She wanted to remove and protect every animosity around her instead because she couldn't think of anything like blaming people.

And yet, as a result, I was the best, hurting her, etc...

"………………"

He even had the feeling that his heart had been gripped, and Ming looked back at the door with a blue-faced face.

"Your Highness?"

"Wait..."

All this time, the Crown Prince, who is always said to be happy and proud of his grand demeanor, trembles his lips.

He ran out of momentum.

"Wait - Lin Lin!

I can go through the door and yell as I try to kick the bucket.

But she - Ming's beloved butterfly, Ririn - was no longer there, and there, only a tidy, paradise-like pear garden, Wa, spread out.