It was more than three feet away, yet close enough to see what was in his eyes.
There was nothing like that in his eyes.
That kind of thing she loathed.
When other men look at her, their eyes always seem to scan her, then look away furtively, as if she's dirty.
There is nothing in this person's eyes.
He looked at her, and that was it.
After looking at it, he glanced down at his dirty boots with disdain.
Kim Seon-a didn't know whether she should be angry or laugh.
"This is His Prince Yi Yi--!"
A scream came from the breakwater.
Park Roejang climbed up.
He was covered in mud from head to toe, barefoot, and crawled and tumbled his way to a spot about three zhang away from Gu Moran, where he looked up at her.
He saw the token hanging from Gu Moran's waist.
It is made of black iron and carved with a vermilion bird with outstretched wings.
Park Roejang had seen this token in Anyang.
Zhou Huaili showed him the design and said that this was the one His Highness Prince Yi always wore.
Park Roejang was completely smitten.
He lunged forward, landing face-first in the mud, his forehead slamming into the muddy water and splashing up a cloud of mud.
"Long live His Prince Yi! Long live His Highness! Long live His Highness!"
His voice cracked from shouting.
"I, Park Roejang, have been ordered by the King of Goryeo to escort Her Highness the Eldest Princess here to seek aid!"
Prince Yi.
Kim Seon-a heard those two words.
She shrank back slightly.
The Great Yan.
Prince Yi Gu Moran.
She had heard of that name before.
While in the royal city, Park Roejang knelt outside the palace, repeatedly chanting this name.
News has arrived that Prince Yi has sealed off Wa shops in Anyang, deposed the second son of the Prince Yi in Luoyang, and that one of Prince Yi's men possesses a heavy crossbow capable of piercing walls.
She didn't take it to heart at the time.
How powerful can a prince of the Great Yan dynasty be, no matter how strong?
Now.
He stood right in front of her.
Kim Seon-a went over it in her mind again and again.
The finger that just pointed.
They were pointed out from the watchtower, a hundred paces away.
One hundred steps.
Her protective aura was only three feet long.
The Lone Mountain Returns to Silence, can still be smashed thirty feet high.
But a single move can deplete one's true energy, leaving them crippled.
Gu Moran didn't even break a sweat the entire time he used that finger.
After finishing, she still had the energy to roll up her cloak and throw the knife into the sea.
Kim Seon-a- ah looked down at her hands, which were pressed into the mud.
She thought of the people in the palace.
The old eunuch took three steps back.
A palace maid combed her hair through a long-handled wooden comb.
The wet nurse had lost both arms, and from then on, she would hide in a corner whenever she saw her.
Twelve years.
No one ever approached her.
No one could protect her from such a distance.
She looked up again.
Gu Moran was still standing there, his hands in his sleeves, something inside his sleeves was spinning, clicking, clicking.
He seemed to be waiting for her to speak.
Kim Seon-a opened her mouth.
I want to say thank you.
His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't utter a single word.
She shut her mouth.
The sea breeze blew again, blowing a few strands of hair from her temples onto her face.
She didn't dial.
That one finger is still on my mind.
The light fell on the sea surface, breaking into a patchwork of white shimmering spots.
Kim Seon-a stood there, eyes downcast, silent for a long time.
Seeing her like this, Gu Moran didn't urge her.
He turned to the side, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sea met the sky in the distance.
The wind blew in from the sea, carrying a salty, fishy smell.
Kim Seon-a's dress fluttered slightly in the wind.
Gu Moran waited a few more moments, feeling that he had already shown enough style for today, and then directly opened the system panel.
[Target: Kim Seon-a ]
[Current favorability: 58]
[Psychological state: Having not been intimate with anyone for twelve years, he developed a secret longing and deep-seated inferiority complex because of that one finger]
[Note: She appears aloof, but actually has a vulnerability inside; you can use this as an opportunity to get closer to her.]
ah?
no.
System, are you trying to make me happy?
58?
Gu Moran almost burst out laughing.
This woman looks as cold as an iceberg, but she's actually very warm-hearted.
Cold on the outside, cloying on the inside?
To be honest, I actually missed this one since I didn't bring Su Yao this time.
This is an enhanced version of Su Yao.
He put away the panel, turned around, and without pressing for answers, simply spoke calmly.
"Rise. It is I, the King. Since there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
Kim Seon-a raised her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.
Gu Moran ignored her and turned to leave.
Park Roejang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped forward. "Your Highness, this..."
"Hmm?" Gu Moran turned his head away without even lifting his eyelids.
Park Roejang swallowed the words he was about to say and lowered his head, "Yes."
Gu Moran took two steps, then paused, turned back to look at Kim Seon-a, and spoke softly.
"If the princess has the time, she may accompany me back to the camp for a formal audience. The matters between Goryeo and Great Yan must be discussed at the table."
He finished speaking and left without waiting for her reply.
Kim Seon-a stood there, watching that figure gradually disappear into the distance, her fingertips tightening slightly.
She didn't understand.
This person clearly had the upper hand just now, so why did they suddenly stop asking questions?
Logically, he should have taken the opportunity to press her for an answer.
But he just left like that, acting like he didn't care whether he talked or not.
She bit her lower lip, but ultimately followed after him.
Dengzhou Grand Camp.
Inside the central command tent, a faint scent of sandalwood burned in an incense burner, the smoke swirling around.
Kim Seon-a changed her outfit.
The Goryeo royal family's formal attire—a moon-white robe embroidered with intricate tiger stripes, and a gold-inlaid belt around their waist—gave them an even more imposing and awe-inspiring air than before.
She stood outside the tent, took a deep breath, and suppressed the chaotic emotions in her heart.
Park Roejang lifted the curtain and bowed, saying, "Princess, His Highness invites you in."
Kim Seon-a Sun-ah nodded and stepped inside.
The tent was dimly lit, with only a few candles flickering in the corner.
Gu Moran sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in her hand, slowly taking a sip.
Seeing her enter, he didn't get up, but merely raised his eyelids and said, "Please sit, Princess."
Kim Seon-a sat down in the last chair on one side, her back ramrod straight.
The two were quite far apart, with tea sets and several plates of snacks on a table, making it seem as if they were about to have a casual chat.
But the atmosphere was far from relaxed.
Kim Seon-a's gaze fell on Gu Moran, and she secretly activated her inner energy.
She needed to find out more about this person.
On the seawall just now, the Third Rank strength he displayed was already astonishing enough, but she always felt that this person was hiding something much deeper.
With a slight twitch of her fingertips, a wisp of extremely subtle true energy flowed through the air and probed towards Gu Moran.
This is the Goryeo secret technique " Moon Tiger Listens to the Wind," which allows one to sense the flow of an opponent's aura and judge their cultivation level by listening to the sound of the wind.
As soon as her true energy extended three feet, Kim Seon-a frowned slightly.
wrong.
The aura she sensed was too calm, as calm as a stagnant pool, without the slightest ripple.
But just now on the seawall, this person clearly displayed immense true energy, so how come now...?
She increased her strength, probing her inner energy further forward.
Sudden.
A violent backlash erupted from the other person's body, crashing directly into her senses.
Kim Seon-a's face turned pale, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat, almost coughing up a sound.
She forced down her surging blood and raised her eyes, only to meet Gu Moran's indifferent gaze.
Gu Moran put down his teacup and chuckled softly.
"What is the princess doing to me?"