Chaotic Nights — Chapter 213. Afraid

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 4/4

Early in the morning, Park opened the clinic’s door. He found a large earthenware jar on the floor. He looked around in surprise, but no one was there.

Who would play such a cruel joke?

He sighed. He did not want to move the heavy earthenware jar.

He opened the lid to check inside. The amount of money inside was absurdly large.

When Park shouted in surprise, Priest Christopher asked,

“What is happening?”

Park pointed to the clay jar with his shaking hand.

“Oh!”

He could increase the clinic beds with this money. He could likely care for patients for a decade or longer.

I guess she went to Harye.

Park knew who this money belonged to, so he couldn’t feel happy. He prayed.

He hoped she would come back sometime.

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“The color looks great. Well done.”

A smile appeared on Chimseon Jang’s face at Heein’s praise. Jang had always been there for her. He was shocked when she asked him to make the wedding dress for the Prince’s wedding.

He asked Yunga, famous for her delicate fingers, to embroider it.

10 days later Jang visited Heein in a traditional Korean wedding dress.

Heein was surprised when she saw the dress embroidered with phoenixes. It also had some peony flowers. Conversely, red would be more fitting for the Great Prince, so Jang created a ceremonial robe using dark purple silk.

“You’ll feel like a Princess on that day, what do you think?”

Heein asked Eunha, who was staring at the wedding dress with a blank expression.

Eunha, who was embarrassed, bowed to Jang.

“Thank you. It’s very beautiful.”

Never in her life had she seen such an elegant dress. It was so stunning that it couldn’t even be compared to the dresses worn by courtesans.

“I’m sure it will fit you well.”

Eunha nodded repeatedly at Jang’s words.

As Jang looked at Eunha’s face, he recalled the rumor that had circulated a few months ago.

Was she truly a commoner? And was she dressed in men’s clothing?

He didn’t think she had lived wearing men’s clothes.

She looked at the wedding dress with mixed feelings. As Eunha’s eyes filled with tears, a man’s voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“Sister, are you there?”

It was Jihak. When Heein opened the door, she saw that he was not alone.

“Zen, are you intending to accompany the Great Prince today as well?”

She looked happy. Then Lee Zen, holding Jihak’s hand tightly, lowered his head.

“I heard that my uncle occasionally loses his sight…”

“Are you saying you guided him to him?”

“Yes. I led him here.”

Everyone laughed at the child’s innocence. The Great Prince exuded the scent of plum blossoms. Jang had never experienced such a powerful presence. He certainly didn’t resemble a Deposed Prince.

When Jihak looked at the wedding dress, Jang began to tremble.

He was afraid he didn’t like the dress.