“Ugh… Nothing settles the mind like painting.”

In a dark room, a silver-haired beauty smiled ominously in front of her dim light.

Is she plotting some conspiracy? If someone were to glance around her, they would notice an enormous canvas towering over her, longer than she was tall.

Miss Zhuge completed the last strokes on her painting.

“The moment Un-hyeon attains enlightenment in the Chronicles of the Wind and Cloud Heroes! It’s done!”

Miss Zhuge nodded in satisfaction at the painting, which was different from her usual style.

Standing solo on the vast river, Un-hyeon owned everything in the imagery, but also represented the obstacles he had to overcome, his allies, and friends.

Miss Zhuge managed to depict the realization of a warrior stepping forward on the massive river, signaling that the road ahead was infinite.

“I must show it to Master Kang!”

She was glad she spent days sacrificing sleep to create this. Miss Zhuge, changing her position repeatedly and nodding her head, thought about how she would finally show Master Kang her masterpiece.

I have to brag to Master Kang! She imagined him marveling at the painting.

When Master Kang points to a corner of the painting, she would calm her racing heart and explain it, then their fingers would accidentally brush against each other, and when Master Kang gazes at her with heated eyes…

“Hehe.”

Miss Zhuge couldn’t suppress her laughter that escaped.

I need to show him quickly! Miss Zhuge, overwhelmed by her naughty thoughts, rolled on the floor before coming to a stop at someone’s feet.

“Miss. Can I clean up now?”

Choi Bi asked in a chilly voice.

“Ah?! Oh, when?”

You’ve been so focused for days that you didn’t notice someone cleaning. Choi Bi hesitated to speak to the startled owner, making a neutral expression as she approached the window.

“You aren’t the child of darkness, so you should ventilate while you work.”

Choi Bi swiftly pulled aside the curtain.

“Uwaaaaah! I feel like I’m going to be enlightened!”

The sunlight was blinding. Miss Zhuge shielded her eyes while squirming, but Choi Bi was merciless.

“Master Kang left work early after a few days, but you’re not going to meet him? You seem to have been busy going back and forth with the government office and the courtesan lately.”

“The courtesan…?”

Miss Zhuge asked Choi Bi, looking bewildered.

“Didn’t you hear?”

“The courtesan… the courtesan?! Ah?!”

She remembered. Miss Zhuge couldn’t shut her mouth, as if she had been hit by a hammer.

“Miss?”

Why didn’t I remember? Miss Zhuge hit her head against the floor in agony.

The truth is, it was also Kang Yoon-ho’s fault for not explaining things properly. He had been vague and left hastily with some vague words telling her to rest for a few days, which left her completely shocked.

“Master Kang told me to take some time off, so I was thrilled!”

How long had it been since she was freed from that hell of paperwork?

In the guise of helping Kang Yoon-ho, her artistic soul, which she called devotion, had poured out all at once. Who would have guessed she would forget everything and focus solely on painting for days?

Miss Zhuge couldn’t lift her head.

No way. So, is Master Kang frequenting the courtesan? Surely he’s not having fun with the courtesan, right?

Miss Zhuge conjured a dreadful image of Kang Yoon-ho in her mind.

Heh heh. Doesn’t he have a fiancée at home?
Fun-less lady, you amuse me more.
Oh dear.

“Uwaaaah!! Not that!!!”

Her stomach churned. Her heart ached. It’s a crisis of exclusive rights! Miss Zhuge was nearly collapsing from distress.

“Miss? Should I tell Master Kang you’re ill?”

“Nooooo. I’ll… I’ll go see him!”

I can’t just sit here. Miss Zhuge rolled and sprang to her feet at the door.

‘There’s something wrong here.’

Not minding the ink-stained sleeves, she rushed out into the living room.

It’s probably just my unnecessary worry.

She hurried, catching the tail end of a more serious conversation. She heard the voices of Kang Yoon-ho and Jeon Gil-san.

“Did you bring her after all?”

“I signed immediately before rumors spread.”

“What do you mean to wait until working hours in this situation?”

“My beloved is just like that.”

“He says it’s fine. Let’s wait.”

Who is that? It’s a woman’s voice. Miss Zhuge cautiously peeked into the living room.

“Master Kang?”

“Miss Zhuge.”

“Who is she?”

Throwing a worried glance at the stunning lady, Miss Zhuge asked Kang Yoon-ho.

“Oh! It’s the pregnant courtesan I mentioned before. I finally brought her home.”

“…What?”

Miss Zhuge froze once again.