My Tiger Pillow

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Early the next morning, Sohwa ate the wild ginseng on an empty stomach, just as instructed.

‘Oh, it’s awful! So bitter I can’t even swallow it.’

She tried to finish all three roots but gave up after a single bite and handed the rest to Dohwi.

Dohwi, also struggling with the bitterness, tried to throw it away but was caught by Sohwa.

“As punishment, you’ll eat another root.”

“....”

One root remained.

A person came to her mind.

“Ma’am, is this really for me?”

“Yes, because it’s you. Honestly, it’s not as bad as you’d think. Try it—it’s sweet and quite bearable.”

“Ma’am....”

‘How could she gift me such rare wild ginseng!’

Moved by her generosity, Woongsik chewed the wild ginseng, moss and all.

“I swear I’ll serve you faithfully for the rest of my life.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Sohwa chuckled contentedly.

* * *

Before dinner, Sohwa bathed and dressed lightly in her undergarments.

Sitting in her room, she picked up two Go stones—one black and one white.