CHAPTER 6

Argh, take it easy! How annoying is the advertisement that says it will go public in 60 seconds, but what are you doing!

I wanted to grab his back and shake it, but I held it in. If it happens again this time, I will end up having an interview with my mother again. That was the specification if he died.

Ah, or something like that. Are you deliberately dragging me out like that to make me angry?

If that's the case, That's kind of convincing, though. But the problem is the expression on The Crown Prince's face right now. His pupils were trembling like the eyes of an old man who had only a few days left to live. His eyes, which stopped blinking and kept staring at me, were even pathetic. The reddened corners of his eyes added strength to that thought. Once again, seeing his beauty, I clicked my tongue.

He's handsome. I think I can see why he keeps on changing his lovers like that. No, the image of the Crown Prince that I had thought originally, the atmosphere of having a rose in his mouth and winked his eyes, not this dumb image. Did the youngsters fall in love with him? A trend is a good-looking man?

"......."

As I continued to stare at him, the Crown Prince averted his gaze. The tip of his ear was red with a subtle change.

Wa, Waah oh my god. What's this? What's with this atmosphere?

I finally took a step back, having my face crumpled in the strange atmosphere. I just asked why he sent me the marriage proposal, but I felt like a dwarf who made fun of a woman. However, as I was about to turn around and leave the drawing-room, a trembling voice flowed into my ear.

"......Young-ae, can you slap me on my face."

I doubted my ears at the momentary voice I heard. My head turned around in an instant.

"What?"

The crown prince's shoulders flinched at the sudden rise of my voice. His facial expression was still expressionless, but it seemed like he had a little cold sweat on his forehead.

"No, wait a minute. What did you say?"

But that face was enough to convince my doubts. I didn't even think to close my wide-open mouth.

I slapped you in the face, and then you sent me a marriage proposal?

I got goosebumps on my arm. I endured the tingling of my fingertips.

Everyone. Oh, my god. The crown prince was a masochist.

"…...Your Highness. That's, no. Wait a moment. What's your ideal type.....?"

Did you like getting hit? I couldn't bring myself to say that. The Crown Prince's face turned pale at my words. He rose from his seat, forgetting that he was holding a book in his hand. I naturally took a step back.

What should I do? Do I have to kick him? No, but a masochist would like that, too. What was I thinking earlier?

After checking my face, he reached out and paused. The Crown Prince hurriedly poured out his words.

"Well, Young-ae. That's not it. I'm not a pervert."

"No perverts are calling themselves perverts by their mouths!"

"No, I'm not really. There's more to it…..."

After stuttering to the end, he could not continue to speak and shut his mouth. There was a bit of water in her eyes and a drip. A tear fell and rolled down his cheek. The red eyes and his wet black eyes seemed to crumble at any moment.

I couldn't say anything because I was confused when I saw him crying. He had a similar hair condition to when I received a marriage proposal from him. Question marks appeared endlessly.

What is it? Where is the right part? Why are you even crying?

"Well, That's not it. I mean."

Drip. Drip.

I waved my hand in panic as more tears fell. It could not be seen as a lie to see his face distorted and tears dripping down.

"A, All right. There must be other circumstances. I'll trust you."

So don't cry. These words disappeared to the back of my neck. I couldn't even reach my hand out after he mumbled.

"Well, That's what makes me cry."

"…….!"

He wiped his eyes one after another as if he had finally come to his senses. I bowed my back to the Crown Prince, who's rubbing his eyes hard enough that they seemed to hurt.

"Your Highness. I'll just go."

Click-clack. His face, covered by his hand, shook up and down. I was a little worried about whether I should soothe him or not, but I just turned around and walked away. My hand touched the doorknob.

"…….."

Ah. It bothers me.

While agonizing for a moment, I heard The Crown Prince's voice from behind. It sounded a little hoarse. Even though his tears had not fallen for a while, did he still cry?

"…...If you set a date and send a letter to Tehina Palace, I will leave on that day."

I tilted my head slightly at the tone of his voice that didn't match his delicate voice. Are you setting a date?

Oh, Cinderella?

Again, the feeling became subtle. I was burning with determination before I got here, but it cooled down like someone poured ice water on me. That included a pure beauty sitting quietly in front of me.

Is he all right?

I shook my head to break the thought before I could think any further. Then immediately opened the door. I'm not going to get involved with him anymore. It's even stranger to keep thinking about it.

"Yes. Thank you. Your Highness The Crown Prince."

Click-clack. Thud.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of the door closing. I quickly left the palace without saying anything like yesterday.

* * * *

The next morning, I was ruminating at breakfast. Both for the steak in my mouth and the information in my head.

I strangled the Crown Prince and he sent me a marriage proposal. In an external sense, we can only conclude that the Crown Prince is a masochist, but let's tear it apart and think about it. Yesterday's reaction was too appealing, so no matter how much I thought of him as a masochist, it didn't fit him.

Then, let's start with the premise that The Crown Prince is trash.

He wants to get slapped. Did I feel bad? Then I'll have to make him angry. So, let's send a marriage proposal!

…...What is this conclusion? Crazy.

Besides, it didn't seem right. He didn't seem like such a pitiful and bad person. I was a little upset by his mumbling, but not enough to want to kill me.

Well then, next. On the premise that the Crown Prince is nice.

He wants to get slapped. Is he hurt? Is there going to be a scandal because whizna Young-ae hurt him? How should I cover it? Ah. I'm gonna add something worse! Let's send a marriage proposal!

Umm…...?

That sounds pretty plausible?

After thinking for a while, I swallowed the steak that was so hard to chew. Come on, that's ridiculous.

I also made a mistake first, but he must have felt bad, so how can he be considerate of me in this situation?

The tender steak got cut off. I put the steak in my mouth and chewed it. The juiciness burst out with the salty taste. But in fact, it was correct that my disgrace was covered. The fact that he sent me a marriage proposal letter. No, it'll be less public than covered.

The Crown Prince is now 20 years old. And he hasn't had a fiance yet.

If only the prince gets married and dies without leaving any children, the kingdom is over. The nobles were constantly urging the Crown Prince to marry their daughter.

And the marriage proposal sent in that situation. Although I refused, sending a marriage proposal letter. In addition, coinciding with the fact that he was ready to get married.

Marquis Young-ae's mistake between the Crown Prince, the Crown Prince's marriage. What would be more important?

Of course, things would have been bigger if he had sent me an official letter yesterday, but with the proposal, he changed the course of the story altogether.

There will be a red scar on his neck, but it will heal quickly. When I went to see him yesterday, the handprint on his neck was barely visible except for a minor swelling.

In this situation, the conclusion is that it is correct that sending the marriage proposal covered my personal affairs.

I bit the fork I had put in my mouth. No, that's right. As a result, the Crown Prince's marriage proposal is helpful for me. Is that what he expected?

My thoughts slowly spread out and got tangled. I took the fork out of my mouth and took the piece of meat back into my mouth. I don't even know if I'm chewing it or not.

But that won't do him any good. He knew I'd turn down the proposal. Then it was only his honor to be put to shame. No, or was he a serious narcissist and thought that I would accept his proposal?

So if I think about it, The Crown Prince is either stupid trash or a filthy good guy.

"So, did you accept the proposal?"

"Pfft! Cough, cough!"

I spit out the steak that I was eating at the words of my mother. Who cut off my thoughts in an instant. Cinderella frowned and grimaced at the piece of steak that bounced at the tablecloth.

Choug, my throat hurts. I coughed in terrible pain with a piece of the meat that stuck in my throat.

"No, Mother. What are you talking about? Sasha has an idea, but I'm sure she'll accept it. Right, Sasha?"

While I was coughing, Drizzella's smiled like an angel. The dark green eyes recording nicely, and the black eyelashes fluttered down. I squinted at her sight. That smile is the specialty of this family. When everyone gets mad, the world smiles prettily. Nobly wiped the corners of my mouth, then straightened up my back.

"Of course, she refused. Do you mean it, sister?"

Cinderella's expression straightened out. She looked about to cry. Wasn't she so happy that this older sister came in wearing the prince's clothes?

"Sob, as expected, right?"

She smiled again and put the salad into her mouth. Even though it was a salad full of sauce, I was impressed to see her putting it in without any sauce left on her mouth. I came here two years ago and struggled quite a bit to learn the infamous aristocratic etiquette. Of course, her elegance is oozing from the toe to the head, but I can't keep up with my sister's skills (referring to the real Sasha). I can't believe it was possible to eat without making a sound. It's possible if you practice a lot. Cinderella was the only one eating with noise at this table now.

My mother, who was wiping her mouth with a napkin, smiled softly. Seeing the same smile that sister Drizzella had made earlier, I smiled face to face.

"Now focus on your meal, Sasha. You sure you didn't want to? I don't think you're going to be involved again, sweetheart."

I had been thinking of him before and answered with a sloppy smile.

"Of course. Well, maybe we can meet one more time by meeting Lira."

Clunk! Clunk!

"What is that sound?"

Um, That surprised me. I heard a loud noise and looked next to Cinderella. My younger sister had the nickname Lira and was looking at me with her eyes shining brightly. She was so excited that she might turn the table over immediately. The fork and knife that she held had been on the ground for a long time.

"Yeah. Your prince will meet you at once. This sister went to the palace and sort with him."

It could have turned into a fight between my family and the royal family. If done wrong, but as long the result is good, it's okay.

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

".......Sasha?"

I was smiling slightly at Cinderella when I heard my mother's hoarse voice. I quietly avoided her gaze. It seems that the interview with the mother after eating has been set as a fate.

"Thank you, sister!"

Cinderella greeted me with a bright smile. The pure image of the world made me smile. Yeah. What can I do if she likes it? It's hard to count the number of times I've heard Lira say that I've been living with her for two years, so I can say that this is enough.

Clack.

My mother put down the fork in a controlled motion then wiped the area around her mouth with a napkin. I almost flinched my shoulders at the relaxed and heavy sound. My mother, who was looking down, quietly raised her gaze and looked at me. My mother spoke to me silently with her mouth.

Come with me.

Yes.

After answering the same question with my mouth, I stood up, making sure not to make a single sound of the chair pulled. Leaving behind Drizella's pitying eyes and Cinderella's bright smile, I followed my mother, and her bright voice is heard behind my back.

"Byee!"

The existence of the marriage proposal that came yesterday seemed to has been forgotten. I'm glad she's happy.