A Dangerous Man

There was no telling how many days he would have to wait before he could go to the palace where Jin Ye resided.

Yet, Mugeon remained patient, reluctantly suppressing the urge to make an escape.

With his life hanging by a thread, acting rashly was unthinkable—especially after the physician warned him that any reckless movement with his broken rib could gravely endanger his organs.

Even so, idleness was against his very nature, and the monotony threatened to drive him insane.

Perhaps it was the forced rest, but his mind felt oddly clear, even though his body was far from fully healed.

After staring blankly at the ceiling for what felt like forever, he finally pushed the blanket aside and sat up.

A dull ache flared around his ribcage, drawing a soft groan from his lips.

The dizziness that came with moving after so long passed quickly, and before he knew it, he was standing by the door.

The silence outside was unsettling, almost too quiet.