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Flower of Vengeance

Flower of Vengeance

Author: Xo_Xie
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Chapter 1 The Gisaeng's Vendetta

Word Count: 1101    |    Released on: 27/06/2024

unlike any other, as if the heavens themselves wept for the sins concealed within the walls. Amidst this tempest, a figure emerged, dra

he kingdom, her innocence a facade that masked a keen intellect and a heart steeled by the trials of her profession. As she stepped out from

r. With a graceful gesture, she acknowledged his assistance before proceeding towards the grand entrance of the noble

room adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and opulence. He was a man well into his seventies, his once-proud frame now bent with th

with the remnants of wine consumed in solitude. "

ine. "It is I who am honored, my lord," she replied softly, her voice a melody that carried an underlying edge.

e of wealth and privilege. He took the cup eagerly, his hands trembling slightly as he brought it to his

, his words slurring together as the alcohol took hold.

raise humbles me, my lord," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. "I am bu

's voice grew louder, his boasts more extravagant, fueled by the potent wine and the presence of the

ed, her tone laced with honeyed curiosity. "Surely a

eyond measure," he declared proudly, his hand sweeping across the room as if to encompass his vas

istakably clear. But as his trembling hand sought to touch her, his eyelids grew heavy, and his h

he rose gracefully, her movements unhurried as she approached the sleeping nobleman. With practiced ease, she

, her voice a mere breath against the stillness o

's neck. A gasp escaped his lips, muted by the weight of dreams and intoxication. Bl

n the nobleman's own garments. She straightened, her eyes sweeping over the room

er, leaving behind the echo of rain and the lingering scent of betrayal. Outside, t

the rain-slicked stone. She moves with the grace of a shadow, her crimson hanbok billowing in the stor

envelop her, their branches forming a natural canopy that shields her from the worst of the storm. In a

w, she hands Hye-jin a black robe. Hye-jin accepts it, draping the garment over her shoulde

rses and disappear into the forest, the

ster sprawled lifeless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. The realization of what has transpi

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