Flower of Vengeance

t, Mi Hyang found her resolve growing stronger, her heart colder. The other Gisaengs noticed her lack

for Su Ryeon," one Gisaeng whisper

probably glad Su Ryeon is gone so she can be the cen

s of revenge. Every spare moment she had was spent practicing with her sword, honing her skills with a single-minded deter

the Gisaeng house, his presence exuding menace. He stormed into the c

down," he declared, his eyes cold and calculating. "All of yo

le power against a man like Lord Cha. The Head Gisaeng, usua

her voice trembling. "You can't

the other Gisaengs. She saw their fear, their silent pleas. S

steady despite the turmoil insi

hand. "You don't have to do this. We'll find anothe

ently, a sad but resolute look in her eyes.

s, but she understood. "Be careful, Mi H

ord Cha meant getting closer to the man she hated, the man she intended to destro

wever, just as they were about to depart, she interrupted, stating she needed time to prepare herse

knives she could find. With a heart pounding in trepidation and resolve, she concealed them within the folds of her ha

datory. As he reached out to pull her close, Mi Hyang's hand slipped into the hidden folds of her hanbok, fingers closing around the cold steel of a dagger. Despite her reso

icate vase on a nearby table. Seizing it, she shattered it against the edge of the table, brandishing the

ase from her grasp, Mi Hyang's hand slipped. The sharp edge slashed across his throat in a sudden, shocking

ol of blood. The enormity of her actions crashed over her like a tidal wave. Just as she felt her knees begin to buckle, a shadow moved in

their voice a soothing balm amidst t

ows bore witness to the scars of ambition and betrayal. Lord Jang Hyun, a solitary figure with a daughter and a fortune amassed through questionable means, was keenly aware of the dangers lurking beneath the surface of their society. Mi Hyang

daughter from many of life's cruelties, yet he sensed in Mi Hyang a kindred spirit, someone who, like him, had been molded by hardship and loss. In her unwaveri

rried unseen. In her, he saw a reflection of the unyielding spirit that had guided him through the tumultuous waters of business and personal strife. As he contemp

saw in Mi Hyang not just a pawn in his game but a partner-a partner in a clandestine dance where trust was scarce and betrayal lurked around every