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* * * After Hwangbo Jeong-gun left, the heavy thud of the door closing was followed by the gradual fading of his footsteps. Still sitting on her bed, Yeon finally exhaled the breath she had been holding. “Phew. Well at least that went smoothly.” No matter how confidently she had spun that dramatic narrative, she had actually been sweating bullets on the inside. If Hwangbo Jeong-gun had loved his daughter just a fraction less, if he had interrogated her with cold logic…-
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* * * The unconscious body of Peng Dong-hu was promptly handed over to his retainers. Though the retainers desperately wanted to protest the outcome of the duel, they completely lacked any logical ground. They had witnessed the entire sequence of events from start to finish with their own eyes. Capitalizing on the momentum, Hwangbo Jeong-gun issued a stern uncompromising order of expulsion, kicking them off the estate grounds. Immediately following their departure, Hwangbo Jeong-gun moved with…-
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Right then, the retainer’s voice boomed across the courtyard, signaling the start of the match. “Let the duel commence!” As the fight officially began a strangled groan escaped Hwangbo Jeong-gun’s lips. “Yeon-ah…” Though he had allowed the match to proceed, his blood was running cold. His posture unconsciously shifted into a half-crouch, his calf muscles coiled tight with tension so he could leap into the ring the split second things went south. Yeon completely tuned out his…-
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Without omitting a single detail, So-jin exposed Peng Dong-hu’s vile behavior including the despicable way he had used Hwangbo Jeong-gun’s name to intimidate her miss. Now that things had escalated to this point, she knew that as the Young Miss’s loyal maid she could no longer remain silent. As the sequence of events unfolded, Hwangbo Jeong-gun’s expression grew dangerously grave. Forcing his rising fury down, he fixed a hard gaze on Peng Dong-hu. “Young Master Peng, is what this girl…-
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* * * In daily life, human conversation appears to flow completely naturally on the surface. However, if one dissects the countless non-verbal cues hidden within a single exchange, it becomes clear that communication is never truly simple. The same applies to exchanges as mundane as saying, "Hello, good morning." The speaker sends an initial signal through their facial expression and vocal tone, and the recipient decodes it, mirroring the energy in their response.Only after exchanging words…-
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A sharp knocking on the door shattered her train of thought. So-jin’s eyebrows knit together at the unannounced interruption. “We explicitly told them the Young Miss needed absolute quiet!” So-jin huffed and flung the door open, revealing a man who appeared to be a retainer of the Hwangbo Clan. Met with the maid’s fiercely glaring eyes, he looked thoroughly put on the spot. “Do you not know what state the Young Miss is in? Barging in like this all of a sudden ” “No that's not…-
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“The Young Miss really has woken up.” “My goodness…” Amid the hushed whispers of the crowd, Yeon sat blankly on her bed, her expression utterly dazed. Just then, a man pushed his way through the gathering onlookers and stepped forward. “Yeon-ah are you alright?” The man who spoke so gently possessed piercing intense eyes. Yet despite his sharp gaze his overall impression was soft and warm, the textbook definition of a gentle giant. As Yeon blinked at him, his name and a brief…-
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Late at night. Yeon glanced around warily, her hand tightly gripping her phone. Even though she was safely inside her own bedroom, her eyes darted around in persistent anxiety. Not fully satisfied, she even pressed her ear flat against the wall to listen. "Okay, definitely clear." Only after confirming she was completely alone did Yeon finally relax. A long sigh escaped her lips, naturally turning into a low groan. Every single inch of her body ached with a deep, throbbing muscle pain. It was…-
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