The disciple’s voice was like pouring cold water over my head, making me shudder involuntarily.
When I turned around, hiding my expression, I saw my disciple holding the reins of a horse. The horse held by the disciple was the one I had ridden.
Though my heart sank, I pretended not to notice and greeted the disciple.
“Did you hold my horse for me? Thank you, Your Highness.”
The disciple did not answer, but sent his gaze to the 9th Princess.
“Why are you with my master?”
Ah, God. I’m in big trouble. Suspicion was already evident in the disciple’s face.
It was strange that I, who would have had to follow the 3rd Prince in my previous life, was with the 9th Princess.
“Your master saved me.”
Unaware of my situation, the 9th Princess spoke openly and honestly.
She even praised me, looking at me with eyes full of trust.
“I had heard about the scholar’s knowledge and skills before. Today, I see that the scholar is as excellent in horsemanship as those who passed the military examination.” (Scholar: Teacher of the imperial family)
Ah, 9th Princess, Your Highness, please look at my disciple’s expression. He’s looking at me like he’s caught me redhanded….
“Is that so? My master is as good in horsemanship as in scholarship. I was not aware, sister.”
Wouldn’t submitting my resignation now increase my chances of survival? It seems like it.
But the Empress personally appointed me as the 13th Prince’s teacher. Can I resign now?
No, I can’t. If I do, the Empress will take it out on the Yo family.
Damn. What do I do?
(This is a time separator.)
“I did not expect you to be with my sister.”
After the conference was nearly over and I was watching the servants clean up, trying to calm my heart, I heard stern words from behind me.
When I forced my stiff neck to turn and look, sure enough, my disciple was slowly approaching me.
“We happened to run into each other.”
Seeing him, my heart, which I had barely managed to suppress, began to bounce around my body again.
To hide my trembling hands, I discreetly hid them behind my back.
But my disciple, sharpeyed, noticed this and reached out, pulling my hand toward him.
Seeing my trembling hand, his eyebrows shot up.
“Why are you shaking?”
You’re scaring me.
“Ththe reins, I gripped them too tightly.”
I quickly lied, not sure if he would believe me. Fortunately, he seemed to.
Not only that, but he started to massage my hand.
I was shocked by his behavior, but he continued nonchalantly.
And he was good at it. His large, warm hand kneaded mine, making me want to sigh in relief.
Of course, I didn’t say this out loud.
I stared, spellbound, at our entwined hands.
After a few breaths, he looked down at my hand and asked in a passing tone.
“I thought you would be with my third brother.”
“No? No, I was wandering alone, Your Highness.”
“……”
“Why do you think that……”
“You always follow my third brother.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
With an indifferent statement, my disciple let go of my hand.
I quickly took my hand back. It would be shaking for sure.
But when I took it back, surprisingly, my hand was no longer trembling.
What? Was it really trembling because I gripped the reins too tightly?
(This is a time separator.)
“Sister, did you go horse riding with Sunan Gongja again today? Were you two together again at the hunting contest?!”
“The hunting contest today was attended by the royal family and their close associates. I was invited as a teacher, so Sunan wasn’t there, little sister.”
“Liar!”
“He hasn’t passed the examination yet, so he can’t even get invited to such an event.”
As soon as I got home, my damned little sister rushed over, pulling me from a world of terror into the real world.
Extremely annoyed but there was no other choice. I couldn’t just throw it away.
Think of my younger sister as a complete being with both positive and negative functions.
“Sis, Duke Valige [dash].”
Too lazy to answer, I immediately closed and locked the door upon entering my room, then took out my writing tools and sat down at the desk.
Now’s not the time to argue with my sister. I need to calculate my safety.
Let’s see… first, the Ninth Princess.
In my past life, we were on uncomfortable terms. However, it seems she’s taken a liking to me after today’s events.
The way she looked at me, those eyes were undoubtedly those of love at first sight.
‘Are you alright?’
Although I acted flirtatiously, I struggled not to get entangled with an influential family that was hard to handle.
It would be difficult to reject a marriage proposal from a prestigious family, and refusing would be awkward.
Besides, I probably won’t marry someone from a similar prestigious family. I’m disguised as a man after all…
My father and mother are planning to find a young man of gentle temperament, small voice, and flowerlike appearance, then dress him as a woman and marry him to me.
They’re working hard to find such suitable young men with our family’s influence.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
