She, was the daughter of the 3rd Prime Minister whose name was bathed in glory and fame.
With this type of status, one could roam around proudly and confidently.
But what a joke!
This girl was mistreated, tortured, slandered, used and thrown away li...
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While Riya was deep in the thinking of her own matters, Lalisa had already wandered deep into their village. As expected of her father, truely the lowest standered village he had found for them. At least he still had the heart to give them some money.
Keyword: 'some'
It was still a very meager amount. And it was not a monthly supply, but the money he would occasionally drop off. Sometimes it didn't come at all. Thus, the daughter of a powerful and prestigious family of Generals had to work in the fields to feed herself and her daughter-all because she couldn't give birth to a son.
However apparently, the Vinsa family did not know that their daughter was sent to such a place. They were just told that she was recuperating, but nothing of her whereabouts. They probably thought that she was in some place in the mountains, enjoying the scenery and the fresh air while being served nicely.
After roaming around and reminiscing, Lalisa went to a specific house using her memory. This house was also shabby and worn out, just like the other houses.
After thinking a little, Lalisa knocked on the door lightly. After a few seconds, no-one opened. She knocked again, harder this time. Still, no-one came. But she didn't knock again, patiently waiting. She knew the personality of this person well, he will surely open the door after some time. True enough, the sound of footsteps were heard. Then, the door was heavily opened. A man wearing ragged clothes appeared into vision. He had black long hair and a long beard. This appearance made him look to be about in his early thirties. His appearance looked like he had been sleeping.
He was impatiently looking at Lalisa, probably wanting to go back to sleep. Lalisa internally sighed at him, she felt that he really hadn't changed.
"Mr. Min Yoongi?"
"Yes. And you are?"
"I am Lalisa Silcia. I presume you already know of the Silcia family?" Lalisa spoke, her tone soft and polite.
After hearing the word 'Silcia' astonishment flashed through his eyes. He looked at Lalisa incredulously.
"Lalisa Silcia? The...3rd daughter of Prime Minister Azer?"
"Precisely." It was no surprise he knew of her. "Would you care to let me inside?"
"Of course" He got out of the path and Lalisa made her way in and sat down on the chair while Yoongi gave her a glass of water and sat opposite to her.
"So, why is the Third Miss of the Silcia family here in such a shabby place? And how do you know of me?"
After a momentary silence, Yoongi spoke up.
"My family sent my mother and me here to recuperate."
"Recuperate...?"
"Mhm. And of course i know you. Who hasn't heard of the 'Dark Creator' in this day and age?" Lalisa smiled meaningfully.
