"Let me see how long she can get around with that arrogant attitude."
Oran quickened her pace in great impatience. She soon crossed the main gate of the palace and was quickly escorted to the innermost room by a court lady on standby.
Oran, who sent the owner of that room to the lower seat in the back and leaned against the bedside comfortably, greeted her in a nice tone.
"I haven't seen you in a while."
The other party replied in a reluctant voice, "I'm surprised you have come to see me in a shabby place like this."
Nevertheless, Oran smiled and responded with a more gentle voice.
"As the butterfly doesn't fly in the place of flowers here, how can't this place look shabby?"
Flowers and butterflies. It was a common metaphor.
It was Yomin, Prince Ruhae's official wife, that Oran visited.
She already let the butterfly fly away. She decided not to wait a long time ago.
But that didn't mean she could accept Oran's reckless sneering like this.