Lady of YeonSung (Lisrene)

Prologue

The extravagance of the evening banquet at the palace knew no bounds.

Candles were burning on top of dozens of golden branches that stretched out from the pillars. The light illuminated the intricate carvings on the walls and followed the steps of all the nobles gathered here. The noblewomen's silk dresses seem to float on the floor like clouds.

Their beauty was the flowers that decorated this evening banquet. The world's loveliest colors and fragrances surrounded the ladies. Flowers and jewels jingled on top of their silky, black hair.

Scarlet lips were wet with liquor, and a beautiful flower ornament hung between willow eyebrows.

It didn't end there. Their voices were sweet, and their laughter was graceful. If goddesses dwelled on this earth, it would surely be this group of women.

The emperor sat in the highest seat, and the empress and the rest of the concubines sat next to him. Below them sat the various kings and queens.

Everyone here was from the imperial family, princesses and princes. Their royal children were also here along with their spouses. Their beautiful majesty pierced the sky.

Among them sat one woman. She was the wife of Princess Yeowa's son, Jewol, the Duke of MoonYeo. Dan Irene. Because she was still a newlywed, her clothing was on the simpler side. However, it was a powder-pink dress that seemed to suit her. Unlike the other ladies, her collar wrapped around her neck and her upper body was completely covered.

As per the etiquette of the Silver Nation, her waistband was embroidered with the markings of her status and hung down from her hips. Her hair was simply adorned with a jasmine flower and pearls.

However, one thing made her stand out. Her youth. Other ladies looked at her with envy as they glanced at her clear skin. Her eyes were slightly cold as they looked down, and her pomegranate lips were kept tightly shut.

Irene's face remained blank as if she didn't notice their stares and whispers. Actually, she seemed quite pale.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Jewol, who was sitting beside her, slightly bent down and asked. He was the son of a princess and the nephew of the emperor. He was so beautiful that he could be mistaken as a maiden. He also had a soft image, so he was quite well-known.

"Ah..."

As if she were shaken out of her thoughts, she lifted her head and looked at him. She smiled apologetically as she recognized the worry in her husband's eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired is all..."

"The banquet is almost over. Or would you like to go back home first?"

He grasped his wife's pale hand and grinned. It was a surprisingly sweet gesture. Everyone who saw this affectionate gesture let out a sigh.

The two of them suited each other so well. The man was so handsome that he looked like he had jumped out of a painting, and his wife was as elegant as an apricot blossom underneath the moonlight.

One could clearly tell that this couple treasured each other with all their hearts. The married noblewomen looked at the couple with envy in their eyes. They then looked at their husbands, but the men merely made an irrelevant remark or ignored them.

Tender and affectionate men were the best.

The ladies looked on with disappointment flashing in their eyes. However, no one noticed the way the wife's body slightly stiffened.

"The emperor is here, so how could I dare? I will stay here."

"It's alright. We can just explain it to Mother."