DOOMED TO BE CANNON FODDER -1

CHAPTER -52

Of course, Jungkook understood his thoughts. If he hadn't known why that Miss Chou had run away from her marriage, he'd probably smile at most, but he had heard the words she said that day.

Someone who mistrusted their future husband just because of a few words other people had said was a person who chilled his heart. Even if she was his future wife, he still found it extremely irritating.

Thankfully, there was a woman at home who believed in him unconditionally. Even if he was furious, there was no need to argue take it out on an ignorant little girl. It was a pity she couldn't give him a few days' worths of rest. She hadn't even come back even after running off.

Or perhaps, she couldn't return?

"Since Minister Chou has spoken up, then this prince shall send people to investigate. However, it isn't wise to publicize such a matter, so inquires will have to be made in secret. Your thoughts?" Jungkook picked up his tea and observed the table full of savoury dishes.

It was no big deal to eat at the barracks with the other soldiers, but these days he'd been constantly thinking of the flavour of Madame Lisa's vegetable dishes. This time, he couldn't go back empty-handed. After all, he was still concerned about her body, wasn't he? Of course, there was the person herself as well.

Jungkook couldn't sit still when he thought of her, so he stood up as soon as he heard Minister Chou agreeing to his words. "Does Minister Chou have any other matters at hand?"

Minister Chou's expression turned unpleasant. Wasn't this single matter already enough? It seemed like military men were military men, even their speech was careless and casual. His heartfelt uncomfortable at the thought of his sweet-tempered daughter marrying such a man. "There's nothing else."

"Then this prince will take his leave." But after he went down the stairs, he recalled that table of dishes. Although the prince's estate treated each of his women well, she was always suffering grievances because she was in charge of the household accounts. She never dared enjoy an iota more extra treatment compared to everyone else.

When she was missing things or had less of something, she took it out of her expenses. She was probably even afraid to be wasteful when eating! Thinking up to here, he was in less of a hurry to return and had the shopkeeper prepare a few dishes to go so he could bring them home.

Bai Lisa had just about gotten better aside from a little internal inflammation. The corner of her lips had cracked, while a few pimples had emerged on her face. She touched her pretty cheeks. Although these things didn't affect her beauty, they were still depressing sights.

She couldn't help but sigh. Did this prince feel that, deep down, it wasn't good to kill people with beatings either? So he wanted to kill her with sweetness instead? His tonics had fed the patient until she had an excess of heat. This was simply too damaging. She touched her pimples as her mood plummeted once again.

Excess internal heat was most likely to depress a person. Even more depressing was the fact that the male lead was set to return soon. Wouldn't that mean they had to continue what happened that other day? She felt completely unwell at the thought.

Unexpectedly, all he did was send someone over with a table's worth of dishes before going off to busy himself. He didn't even show his face. Something was a bit off about this situation. She couldn't help but probe around and assumed he'd gone to some other concubine's bed when he couldn't bear it anymore. Instead, everyone avoided her questions or gave her vague answers.