Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-five: The Tables Have Turned (2)
However, the Emperor did let her finish speaking as he opened the palm of his hands and a familiar voice started to come out. > "Haah. Are you expecting me to follow the rules of the Imperial Palace? I am a loyal descendant of the family of Myung. I will take the principles of the Myung wherever I go." <
With that, Myung Yeona's smile froze as her face started to get pale. Was that her voice? How did the Emperor manage to do such a thing? Who was the person behind everything when it was only her and the Empress who occupied the pavilion? Myung Yeona strictly told her personal maidservant to keep an eye on the premises, so how? Was it her personal maidservant? She could not possibly do that as Myung Yeona agreed to help her maidservant's family in exchange for being loyal towards her. Myung Yeona's mind was currently in utter chaos that she could not help but to look down and bite her nails.
