DOOMED TO BE CANNON FODDER -1

CHAPTER -67

Slam! Jungkook hit the table, nearly scaring Irene and the Kim family pageboy into aphasia. Inside, an eavesdropping Bai Lisa clenched her small fists and fervently thought, Agree to it, agree to it. At least it’ll save me from being eaten for a few days. But hearing Jungkook slam the table make her feel like that forceful male lead was probably going to keep her here. After all, the fatty meat was almost at his lips, so he couldn’t let it fly away.

Yet after a long pause, he laughed and said, “Since it’s Madame Kim’s request, we’ll naturally have to help out. But why did your master not appear at all and go look for Old Madame instead?”

The pageboy quietly released a breath as he replied, “The eldest young master did go to look for you, but since he couldn’t find you he could only go to Old Madame’s.” One still had to discuss things with Old Madame for matters regarding the inner residence, right?

Jungkook arched an eyebrow. This Taehyung had a habit of being sly, so he really couldn’t pick out any faults. But it was obvious that he’d known that Long Heng wouldn’t agree, so he turned around to ask Old Madame instead. He had no say in regards to inner residence matters as long as Old Madame agreed. All he could do was grit his teeth and comply.

But why did he so loathe parting with her? Why was he worried that she’d suffer grievances over there?

Jungkook’s expression turned heavy as he said, “Go tell Madame Bai to pack her things before leaving!” His heartfelt a bit empty already, even though she hadn’t left yet.

Lisa inwardly posed in victory before dutifully packing her things and coming out. First, she paid her respects to Jungkook, then to Old Madame. After hearing a string of instructions from the old madame, she finally climbed into the Kim family sedan chair and left Prince Jeon’s estate.

Jungkook’s heartfelt leaden as he watched the little sedan chair exit the back gates. Mirroring his heart, his face had turned exceedingly dark as well. His footsteps took him to Old Madame’s place, where she asked what fit of temper brought him back home. Jungkook didn’t hide anything but told her of how Minister Chou saw his daughter’s reputation becoming progressively worse in the capital city and so had Madame Lin appeal to the empress dowager to safeguard the marriage.

Because the empress dowager and Madame Chou were kinsfolk to a certain degree, she had agreed. As a result, the emperor had summoned him intending to play peacemaker so Jungkook could forget about rejecting the marriage. An unhappy, oppressed Jungkook had come home to unleash his temper.

Old Madame creased her eyebrows at the news as well. “That Madame Chou’s quite quick with her ploys. She called upon the empress dowager. Well, well, using the emperor to suppress our family. Is she planning to forcefully stuff her daughter our way?”

Jungkook said, “Since rejection’s impossible, then I’ll have to marry her.”

“Jungkook.” Old Madame grasped Jungkook’s hand. His days had been hard since childhood, and now that he’d grown up, he couldn’t even marry as he liked. She’d originally thought that Miss Chou was educated and well-rounded, so the husband and wife could treat each other with courtesy, instead of that make-believe sham.

Jungkook didn’t care. It was only the position of official wife, so if the emperor wouldn’t let him back down, he’d give the position to Miss Chou.

Since he still had Madame Bai, it wasn’t a complete loss. Except, she had currently run off to the Song family.

His heartfelt stifled at the thought, so he said, “If there’s nothing else, your son will take his leave.”