DOOMED TO BE CANNON FODDER -1

CHAPTER-9

Though his curiosity was afire, he couldn’t show it outwardly. After all, that woman was his good friend’s concubine and it would not do for him to overstep boundaries.

Temporarily flustered, he quickly suppressed such thoughts with a smile. “I never thought that Brother Jeon’s house would possess such a talented woman. What a blessing.” He didn’t mention the poem and the girl, indifferently pretending that it’d never happened.

However, Jeon Jungkook the lover of conspiracies, couldn’t help but think that there was more than met the eye here. After sending Taehyung off, he rapped on the table.

Why did it seem that the ‘crazy’ woman was getting a little restless these days? Even though he knew that she was a woman in his harem, he still hesitated for a time before heading over alone.

The Winter Garden was too remote. He didn’t see anyone on his way there. When he arrived, there wasn’t even a guard at the door. He had heard that all the residences had been allotted, old granny servants and pageboys. Why had they only overlooked this residence?

Logically speaking, his mother shouldn’t have made such a mistake. However, what he didn’t know was that the old madame had indeed dispatched the people.

But afraid that they would be a hindrance to her plans, Bai Lisa had refused and sent them back on grounds of her being afflicted with craziness, claiming she was too scared by outsiders.

Since there was no one guarding the door and he was the master of the entire complex, there should be no problem if he went in! ...Right? Jungkook lingered outside for a while before he finally still slipped in. The situation inside caused him to wrinkle his brows.

It was dirty, messy, and messily scattered paper everywhere on the ground. There was even ink drying in splotches on the floor.

The occupant of this place sat at her table, her hair wild as if she was pondering something deeply. A little maid was kneeling on the floor, wiping away it little by little, speaking with an aggrieved tone. “I already told you not to place the inkpot by the table’s edge, mistress, now look, the entire floor’s covered with ink…”
Wait, why are there men’s shoes here? It’s so late, how can there be a man here? Xiaoshi slowly raised her head and saw an abnormally cold and handsome visage before her.

She immediately dropped to her knees. “This.., this humble maid greets Your Highness...”

“Highness? What highness? Xiaoshi, you need to stop playing around. Even if the king himself was here, this poem, I would still have to…” Her words meandered off as she realized that there really was a man standing in front of her.

She rapped her own skull and rubbed her eyes. “Xiaoshi, call for the physician again. I’m hallucinating, what do I do?”

Xiaoshi was nearly in tears from fright. Her mistress really had driven her silly with all the poems.

A real, live body was clearly standing right in front of her—how was it a hallucination? Meanwhile, Jungkook was rendered completely speechless. Did he appear so much like an illusion? Or was it that she had actually been longing for his arrival? Thinking thus, his heart softened as he spoke, “Is this how you serve your mistress? Why is this place so dirty and messy?”

Whether or not a man loved a woman, he would naturally feel happy if she thought of him. He continued looking at her. She really didn’t give off the feeling of a woman who would scheme for his attention. Even if she did so, the thought didn’t seem to bother him too much.

“Your Highness, it really is the highness? Ah…” Lalisa was not really a talented person, and had been furiously wracking her brain for poems. She finally came to her senses, a tragic cry spilling from her lips as she realized she hadn’t paid her greetings to the prince.