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Join the ServerIt seemed he had called Senior Ha-yoon’s name in his sleep.
He thought he had let go of it a lot over the past two months, but apparently not.
Well, that explained why his heart was so unsettled every time he saw King Seongrim, who looked exactly like Senior Ha-yoon.
While lost in thought and failing to answer immediately, the pressure on his cheeks grew stronger.
It hurt, and a pained sound escaped him involuntarily.
“Answer me.
Who is Ha-yoon?”
Ah, this bastard’s temper!
“A shunior.”
His pronunciation was muffled because his cheeks were being squeezed.
The Crown Prince, who clearly couldn’t understand, also frowned.
Eun-gyo raised his hand and pointed to the Crown Prince’s hands pressing against his cheeks.
Only then did the Crown Prince ease the pressure, though he didn’t let go completely.
“Say it again.”
“A senior from my university days.”
“Senior?”
The title seemed unfamiliar.
How should he put it…
“Sunbae—I mean, senior!”
He said it, though he wasn’t sure if it was right.
Fortunately, this time it seemed to be understood.
The Crown Prince released his face but still stared at him with cold eyes.
It was like being interrogated for cheating.
I’m not even your wife, so isn’t this a bit much?
He wanted to argue, but he held back, knowing the Crown Prince would likely answer that while he wasn’t his wife, he was still his possession.
“But why were you crying while calling his name?
Did you hold feelings for him?”
Wow, his perception really was eerily sharp.
“Don’t tell me you can actually read my mind?”
Even as he asked, he thought it was a stupid question.
Sure enough, the Crown Prince scowled fiercely.
“So you had a lover.
That explains why you were so lewd.”
He jumps to conclusions without even asking everything.
That’s a really bad habit of his.
“Unfortunately, that’s not true.”
“No?”
“It’s true that I liked him, but we weren’t lovers.
Rather, I confessed and got rejected.
And he’s someone who doesn’t even exist in this world.
Even if he were here, he still wouldn’t be.
Do I have to get permission for everything that happened before I met Your Highness?”
He asked firmly, and the Crown Prince’s lips pressed into a straight line.
He was staring with an expression that said ‘what is this nonsense,’ but Eun-gyo was past caring.
If he had to live as a woman here, every day would clearly be like walking on thin ice.
If he couldn’t even speak his mind to the only person in the palace who knew his true identity—the Crown Prince himself—he might die of a stress-induced illness before ever returning to his original world.
“Either way, you will never see him again.”
He wasn’t sure if that was directed at himself or the Crown Prince, so he just listened quietly.
“Even if it was feelings, let them go.
Do not harbor anyone else in your heart.”
Ah, at this point, he couldn’t even sigh anymore.
Right, wife.
So when he said live as a woman, he meant act like a wife.
But still, Your Highness.
We’ve only known each other for a day, and even though we’ve slept together, our hearts aren’t involved at all.
Who I hold in my heart is my own business—what’s it to you?
Bear with it.
Blessed are those who endure, after all.
Once he returned to his world, he wouldn’t have to see the Crown Prince anymore anyway.
He took a deep breath and answered that he understood.
Frankly, how would the Crown Prince ever know if he held feelings for someone or not?
“Not being able to hear is more frustrating than I thought.”
The Crown Prince frowned and turned his head away.
“You can’t hear?”
Eun-gyo asked in surprise, pointing to his ear.
Was he hearing-impaired?
But he spoke so well and responded to people’s words so naturally…
Could he read lips?
Blinking at him as he stared straight into his face, the Crown Prince wrinkled his brow and shook his head.
“Your thoughts are something I simply cannot guess.”
Wasn’t that only natural?
How could anyone know another person’s mind one hundred percent?
“That’s what makes it fun, isn’t it?”
He answered honestly, saying what he thought, and the Crown Prince’s expression turned subtle.
Eun-gyo waited silently, wondering what he’d pick a fight about this time, when the corner of the Crown Prince’s mouth curved up softly.
“I suppose so.”
It was completely different from the menacing tone he’d used when asking who Ha-yoon was.
An unexpectedly gentle voice.
Maybe he was a bit different from the rumors…
They said he was a cold-blooded killer without an ounce of compassion, but so far he wasn’t sure.
When he chose him over the Crown Princess to spend the night, he’d thought ‘what an eccentric monster.’
When he’d drawn his sword upon discovering he was a man, he’d thought the rumors of a murderous demon who’d beheaded thousands were right.
But now, facing him like this, he felt… surprisingly ordinary.
“Um…”
At his awkward address, the Crown Prince’s eyes immediately sharpened.
Realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected himself.
“Your Highness.”
“Speak.”
“I’m not just going to be locked up in here, am I?”
The Crown Prince narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
“I mean, it’s stifling being cooped up all day, and I’d like to wash up too.
I couldn’t properly clean myself after yesterday.
I only have one set of clothes, so I need to do laundry, and I feel all stiff—I’d like to move around a bit.”
He rattled on, and the Crown Prince looked at him with an expression that said ‘anything else?’
“Surely ‘live as Your Highness’s woman’ doesn’t mean I can’t take a single step outside this room, right?”
No way.
Surely not.
If that were the case, wouldn’t he just lock him in a dungeon?
He smiled as prettily as he could, looking at the Crown Prince.
He must have been brought here last night because he liked his face, after all.
Even if he was disappointed that he was a man, if his looks worked in his favor, he planned to use that too.
“What if it did mean that?”
The Crown Prince asked back with a smirk, looking quite annoying.
Still, Eun-gyo maintained his smile steadfastly.
“If I have to sleep here again tonight, wouldn’t Your Highness also feel uncomfortable?
My body, I mean—it looks fine because I’m covered by clothes, but it’s actually quite a mess.”
He deliberately lowered his gaze toward his thighs.
It wasn’t a lie—the residue from last night’s release had flowed and dried white.
“Should I show you?”
As he started to pull open his collar, the Crown Prince stared intently.
So he really has no sense of embarrassment, huh.
Never mind.
No need to tire himself out by getting aroused in broad daylight.
He neatly lowered the collar he’d raised, and one corner of the Crown Prince’s mouth curled up again.
“What you want is a bath?”
“For starters.”
“And then?”
“I’m hungry too.”
At that answer, the Crown Prince’s expression stiffened.
“Didn’t you have breakfast prepared?”
“Court Lady Han?
She did prepare it.
But I eat a bit more than I look.
It wasn’t enough.”
The Crown Prince’s gaze swept over Eun-gyo from head to toe, as if surprised.
Back in his world, others had always been amazed too—asking where all the food went, why he never gained weight.
“Court Lady Han.”
At the Crown Prince’s call, Court Lady Han immediately answered from outside.
“Prepare some refreshments.
Substantial enough to satisfy hunger.”
Eun-gyo’s face brightened at the words.
Then, catching the Crown Prince’s eye, he cleared his throat awkwardly and turned his head away.
“You smile over such small things.”
The intense gaze was overwhelming.
He really felt like a hole would be bored through his face.
Since yesterday, the Crown Prince had been looking at him like that often.
Was the way he spoke and acted so different from the people here that it was that fascinating?
Come to think of it, the Crown Prince also spoke little.
Other than asking questions, he hardly said anything, only observing Eun-gyo’s demeanor.
“Your Highness.”
He raised his head, and as expected, their eyes met immediately.
“May I ask you various things?”
“You want a lot, and now you seem to have a lot of questions too.”
What exactly did he want so much of?
He turned his head away and pouted his lips slightly, out of the Crown Prince’s sight.
“What do you want to know?”
At least he didn’t say not to ask.
Eun-gyo’s eyes lit up again as he looked at the Crown Prince.
“How old are you, Your Highness?
What’s your name?
Do you have siblings?”
He found himself absurd as he asked.
They were such basic questions.
When you meet someone, you exchange names, ask ages…
He had skipped all those natural steps and slept with this Crown Prince last night.
Staring at Eun-gyo with a hardened face, the Crown Prince let out a hollow laugh.
Why was he acting like that again?
“Did you ask King Seongrim those things too?”
No, with King Seongrim it was different.
‘Senior…
Senior Ha-yoon!’
He’d cried and clung to him the moment he saw him.
Having fallen into the river, he naturally thought that when he opened his eyes, it would be the afterlife.
He thought the grim reaper had come to meet him in the form he desired, and since it was like that anyway, he decided to hug the person he’d liked for years to his heart’s content.
‘Does someone you know resemble me?’
The face and voice were perfectly identical to Ha-yoon in his memory, but his way of speaking was different.
The clothes he wore were strange too.
At first, he thought he was joking.
He’d joked, asking if he’d borrowed period costumes from somewhere.
‘This is Sinhye Kingdom.
Your appearance is unusual, so you must not be from this place.’
When he opened the window and showed him outside, his jaw dropped.
He’d fallen into the Han River in the Republic of Korea, but when he opened his eyes, he was in the castle of King Seongrim of Sinhye Kingdom.
“Did King Seongrim answer you?”
No matter how he thought about it, didn’t the Crown Prince have some kind of inferiority complex toward King Seongrim?
Why else would he keep comparing himself to him at every turn?
As if he were jealous because he liked him…
He smiled wryly at the thought.
He couldn’t flatly deny that part, so maybe the Crown Prince’s intuition was just that good.
“I never asked.”
From the very beginning, he had superimposed him with Senior Ha-yoon.
Since everyone called him King Seongrim, he just accepted it.
He assumed his age was similar to Senior Ha-yoon’s, since their appearances were the same.
He was so shocked that someone could look so identical in a completely different world that he hadn’t thought to ask anything else.
“Hmm.”
The Crown Prince let out a long nasal sound.
For some reason, he seemed pleased.
Was he imagining it?
“I have one younger brother.
He’s only ten.”
He hadn’t expected him to answer so readily—it was surprising.
“As for age, I passed thirty last year.”
Thirty?
If the age of majority was twenty, then thirty would be… surely he wasn’t forty with that face.
He roughly guessed his age based on intuition.
That he was thirty-one was also surprising.
From appearances, he’d thought he was around his own age.
“As for my name…”
He moved closer, the distance suddenly shrinking.
Flinching, Eun-gyo instinctively stepped back, but the Crown Prince was faster, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in.
He leaned in, lowering his head.
Thinking he was going to kiss him again, Eun-gyo flinched, but his lips aimed for his ear instead.
“‘Lee Kang.'”
The low breath brushed past his ear.
“But do not call it.
The moment you do, your head will leave your shoulders.”
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