Bethrothal Gift

Chapter 4

                  "Is it becauseyou want us to personally feed you?"

Inside the Kiuda Palace Hall, the furnishings were exquisitely laid out and the ornaments were all of excellent quality. 

The room's underground tunnels were kept heated continuously, and the temperature inside was like spring, whatever the season outside.

In comparison, the Green Bamboo Pavilion where Jimin lived was really depressing and shabby.

The palace attendants lifted the beaded curtain and SeokJin carried Jimin into the bedchamber, opened the bed hangings and placed him on the imperial bed.

As soon as he touched the soft bed, Jimin was so comfortable that he didn't want to get up and couldn't wait to roll around on it.

What a divine life the Kim Emperor was leading.

The small wooden bed in Green Bamboo Pavilion was so narrow and hard that Jimin had difficulty even turning over. 

Although he remained silent, in his heart he had been grumbling for a long time.

Jimin felt a little dizzy, so he thought he had caught a chill from the wind outside. 

After all, he had knelt in the snow for such a long time, there was no reason he should be completely okay.

He still didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of the Kim Emperor.

From SeokJin's perspective, he was rewarded with the view of a stunning beauty.

The beauty's eyes were closed, long eyelashes resting against flushed cheeks and silky black hair scattered across the bed. 

His long fingers gripped the green silk brocade quilt as his brow knit in a frown, making him look both vulnerable and frail, yet quietly stoic.

He was the embodiment of a peerless, yet delicate beauty.

"Go and ask the Imperial Physician to come." SeokJin ordered in a low voice. The palace attendant bowed. "Understood."

SeokJin called out to him, "Also, prepare another bowl of ginger soup."

The palace attendant froze for a moment and then bowed once more in acknowledgement.

The moment he turned around he secretly thought, 'This Concubine Park is really lucky.'

In all the years he had served his Majesty, he had never seen him care about anyone else.

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Jimin's body was uncomfortable, but he was not yet burning and delirious with fever.

He was someone who had grown up in the perilous environment of the inner palace, and would keep a clear head no matter what the situation was, so as not to let himself be at the mercy of other people.

But he still pretended to be delirious, his eyes tightly closed and his posture so and weak.

He didn't want to talk to the Kim Emperor for the moment.

It would save him from accidentally saying the wrong thing again and having his tongue removed.

His foggy brain wasn't so sharp right now that he could instantly come up with a lot of things to say to avoid further punishments.