Fake Concubine 120

Song Seol gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He wanted to sever the neck of that beast wearing a human face right this instant. Suppressing his murderous intent with the last shred of his patience, he instead released a Chromatic Scent as sharp as a blade. Grand Prince Gwang-han frowned, seemingly feeling the considerable pressure.

“If he is such a precious lover, why didn't you keep him close? I do not know where your uncle's concubine is, so look elsewhere.”