The woman got up. Her legs trembled, but no matter what, she jumped into the man's arms.

"Oh, did you go to Father?"

The woman asked, trembling. Sa Heon-yeong took the sheet that the woman brought and covered her naked body, answering, "No."

The woman was shaking violently. It was full of unknowns as to why she thought he would have gone to her father, why it was so scary, why she was sleeping outside here, but Sa Heon-yeong held the woman's body tightly and let out a long sigh.

This woman did not betray him. The throbbing headache subsided in an instant.

"Well, did you go to the Madam then?"

The woman asked, stuttering her words.

"Madam?"

If there's a madam, you are the madam. To be more precise, Sa Heon-yeong, who had visited the Queen Mother, asked, not knowing who the madam she was referring to. Then the woman asked gibberish.

"You have a wife, don't you?"

"Of course."

Sa Heon-young answered and held the woman up. The woman hugged Sa Heon-yeong's neck. Sa Heon-yeong kissed the woman's cheek. Her cheeks touched through the mask, but he could tell that it was quite cold.

"Aren't you my wife?"

Hearing Sa Heon-yeong's words, the woman shook her head.

"Not me. I'm not the Madam. I'm a lowly bitch. right?"

"A lowly bitch. Who dared say such a thing to my wife?"

"Madam did that to my mother. She's a lowly bitch. I don't like that of course. My mother is crying, and the Madam is always angry. I, I'm beaten to death. I don't like that. The marriage, I want to cancel it."

If the woman said she wanted to cancel the marriage as soon as he found the woman, Sa Heon-yeong might have really cut off her leg. But she was kind enough to weep and jumped into his arms as soon as she saw him.

It was only after she had melted his heart like that, that he could barely come to his senses when she said that she was a lowly bitch and the marriage was over.

Who is the madam who can beat her to death? Who the hell is the madam who would call her mother a lowly bitch?

Sa Heon-yeong asked such a question and only knew who the madam she was talking about was. That was in Song Geun-ryang's home. A woman who hates concubines and beats the concubine till they're almost dead.

In Sa Heon-Young's heart, the dark days radiate one by one. He hid the rays with a friendly voice, in case his wife would notice the darkness.

"You can't cancel the marriage."

"However......."

She doesn't want to be a lowly bitch. She doesn't want to see the man's madam make a distorted ugly face. When the woman bit her lip, Sa Heon-yeong bit her nose lightly.

"It is difficult once you take the king's body and not take responsibility for it. It will destroy the people."

"Destroy the people?"

"It means that your mother, father, and you will all die. The mountain will get burned too. Your mother's tomb will also burn. Would you like that?"

The woman was startled when she heard that the tomb would be burned and shook her head. Sa Heon-yeong quickly continued to speak because he thought the woman was going to cry again.

"If you can be my one and only wife, everything will be fine."

Then the woman asked, hesitating.

"Mr. Goblin doesn't have a wife?"

"There is none other than you."

"Why? If you live in a house like this, you will have three wives at least."

Her father also had many wives. The madam hated her mother the most, but she didn't just hate her mother.

"I only need one you."

Saying so, the man entered the bedroom and lowered the woman to the bed.

The maids came in with a basin of water. As they tried to get to their knees, the man shook his head, took the basin, and told them to stand down. Then the maids bowed their knees a little and left the room.

The room was brilliantly brighter than before. The man took off the mask and put it down. And he took the basin beside it and he came before her and knelt down on his knees. Then he moistened a white cloth with water and carefully wiped her feet. As she curled her toes because it tickled, he sighed softly, wiping away all the dirt from her feet.

"I said you were my wife."

"Hmm."

"You don't know who I am. I am the king. You will be my queen."

The man, who looked down at her clean feet, kissed the top of her feet. It was itchy and she tried to avoid it, but the man grabbed her ankles tightly and wouldn't let her go.

"Queen?"

The woman asked curiously.

"You will become a Madam."

"Me?"

The woman widened her eyes. Sa Heon-yeong giggled as he put her little toes in his mouth. The woman who didn't care about becoming the queen was so surprised to become a Madam. If she didn't know either a queen or a king, she probably doesn't know what the emperor is. She is a woman who doesn't know what an emperor is. Sa Heon-young smiled bitterly. There really wasn't a single corner of this woman that wasn't lovely.

"Yes, you. No, it can only be you."