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Ghost in the palace-Chapter 259: Shadows Beneath the Palace
The palace—once filled with celebration, laughter, and the echoes of the festival—had begun to change.
Not visibly.
Not loudly.
But something... had shifted.
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It began quietly.
Almost unnoticed.
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The night before the grand banquet.
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The Dowager Empress’s courtyard was calm, as always.
Lanterns burned steadily.
Servants moved with practiced discipline.
The Dowager sat with Lady Chen and Shin Gu, finishing her evening meal.
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Her expression was composed.
Dignified.
As if nothing in the world could disturb her.
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Lady Chen poured tea carefully.
"Mother, you should rest early. Tomorrow will be a long day."
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The Dowager nodded.
"Yes. The banquet must not have any flaws."
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Shin Gu smiled softly, her tone gentle.
"I have prepared a tonic for Your Majesty. It will help you sleep peacefully."
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The Dowager glanced at her.
"...You are thoughtful."
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She accepted it.
Drank.
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Everything seemed normal.
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Until—
A few moments later.
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Her fingers trembled slightly.
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The teacup slipped.
Clattered against the table.
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Lady Chen froze.
"...Mother?"
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The Dowager’s expression twisted.
Her breath grew uneven.
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Pain.
Sudden.
Sharp.
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Her hand gripped the edge of the table tightly.
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"What... is..."
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Her voice faltered.
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Then—
Her body collapsed.
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"Your Majesty!!"
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Chaos erupted instantly.
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Servants rushed forward.
Guards were summoned.
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Lady Chen’s face turned pale.
"Call the healer! NOW!"
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Shin Gu stepped back slightly.
Her eyes lowered.
Silent.
Observing.
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Within moments—
The imperial healer arrived.
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He checked her pulse.
His expression changed.
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"...Poison."
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The word fell like thunder.
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Lady Chen staggered back.
"...Poison...?"
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The healer spoke quickly.
"It is mild... but dangerous if not treated immediately."
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"Treat her!" Lady Chen snapped.
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He began working instantly.
Applying medicine.
Forcing antidotes.
Stabilizing her breathing.
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Hours passed.
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Slowly—
Her condition stabilized.
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She did not wake.
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But she lived.
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The Emperor was informed.
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But—
He did something unexpected.
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He gave a strict order.
"No one is to speak of this."
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The entire courtyard froze.
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Even the healer hesitated.
"Your Majesty... this is—"
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"Silence."
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His voice was cold.
Controlled.
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"This matter stays within these walls."
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"...Yes, Your Majesty."
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Because he understood something.
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This was not random.
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This was not an accident.
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Someone—
Was testing the palace.
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The next day—
The banquet at the Duke residence proceeded.
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No one knew.
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Not the nobles.
Not the guests.
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Not even—
The Empress.
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The Emperor maintained his composure.
Spoke.
Ate.
Smiled.
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But his mind—
Was elsewhere.
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Watching.
Thinking.
Calculating.
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Something was wrong.
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And it was getting worse.
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That night—
After returning from the Duke residence—
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He did not go to rest.
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Instead—
He went straight to the Dowager’s chamber.
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The atmosphere there—
Was heavy.
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Too quiet.
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The healer stood nearby.
Servants knelt silently.
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The Emperor stepped inside.
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And froze.
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The Dowager’s condition—
Had worsened.
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Her breathing was unstable.
Her face pale.
Sweat covered her forehead.
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"...What happened?"
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His voice dropped.
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The healer bowed immediately.
"Your Majesty... the poison—"
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"I thought you said it was minor."
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"It was... but..."
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"But what?"
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The healer hesitated.
Then spoke.
"...It has spread again."
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The Emperor’s eyes darkened.
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"That is not possible."
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"I... I do not understand either."
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The healer’s voice trembled slightly.
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"The antidote worked."
"...Her pulse stabilized."
"...But after some time..."
"...the poison resurfaced."
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Silence.
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Heavy.
Oppressive.
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The Emperor stepped closer.
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He looked at the Dowager.
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For the first time—
She did not look untouchable.
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She looked—
Fragile.
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"...Fix it."
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His voice was low.
Dangerous.
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The healer swallowed.
"I am doing everything I can, Your Majesty."
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"You will do more."
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"...Yes."
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The Emperor turned away.
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His mind—
Racing.
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First—
The Empress.
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Dragged toward death by an unseen force.
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Then—
The Dowager.
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Poisoned.
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And now—
The poison behaves unnaturally.
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Not human.
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Not ordinary.
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"...This is not coincidence."
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His jaw tightened.
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Something was moving inside the palace.
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Something—
He could not see.
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Meanwhile—
In another courtyard—
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Shin Gu stood by the window.
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Her expression calm.
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But her eyes—
Dark.
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A faint smile touched her lips.
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"Still alive..."
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Her voice was barely above a whisper.
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"But not for long."
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Lady Chen paced anxiously.
"What is happening...?"
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Shin Gu turned toward her slowly.
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"Why are you afraid?"
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"...Mother was poisoned."
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"And she lived."
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Shin Gu’s gaze deepened.
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"That means..."
"...someone is playing carefully."
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Lady Chen frowned.
"What do you mean?"
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Shin Gu stepped closer.
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"...This is not a simple attack."
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"...This is a warning."
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Back in the Dowager’s chamber—
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The Emperor remained.
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He did not leave.
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Hours passed.
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He watched.
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Waited.
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As the healer continued working.
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Sweat formed on the healer’s forehead.
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Because he understood.
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If the Dowager died—
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He would not survive.
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The Emperor closed his eyes briefly.
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"...First her."
"...Now my mother."
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His fists clenched.
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"...Whoever you are..."
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"...You are in my palace."
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"...And you think I cannot find you."
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He opened his eyes.
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Cold.
Sharp.
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"...You are wrong."
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Outside—
The palace seemed peaceful.
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But beneath—
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Something dark—
Was spreading.
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Slowly.
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Silently.
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And now—
It had begun to strike—
Openly.
The night in the palace was quiet.
Too quiet.
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A cold breeze moved through the long corridors, brushing past hanging lanterns that flickered uncertainly—as if even the flames felt uneasy.
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Inside Lady Chen’s courtyard, the atmosphere was far from calm.
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She sat stiffly on the carved wooden chair, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly.
Her face—
Composed.
But her eyes—
Burning.
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The news had spread.
The Empress had not only survived—
She had returned.
From death.
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Lady Chen’s chest rose and fell slowly.
"...Impossible."
—
She whispered it again.
As if repeating it would change reality.
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"She was dead..."
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The memory of that night.
The whispers.
The certainty.
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Everything had pointed to one truth.
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Yet now—
That truth had shattered.
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"Call Shin Gu."
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Her voice was low.
Cold.
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The maid bowed immediately.
"Yes, my lady."
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Moments later—
The soft sound of footsteps approached.
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The door slid open.
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Shin Gu entered.
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She was calm.
Elegant.
As always.
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A faint smile rested on her lips.
But her eyes—
Were darker tonight.
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"My Lady Chen."
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Lady Chen did not return the smile.
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Instead—
She stood abruptly.
Walking straight toward her.
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"Did you do it?"
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Direct.
Sharp.
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Shin Gu tilted her head slightly.
"...Do what?"
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Lady Chen’s patience snapped.
"Don’t play games with me!"
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Her voice rose.
Echoing faintly in the chamber.
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"You attacked the Empress."
"You used your methods."
"You said she would die."
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Her breathing became heavier.
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"And yet—"
"She is alive."
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Silence.
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The tension thickened.
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Shin Gu watched her quietly.
Unmoved.
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Then—
She spoke.
Softly.
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"...I did not attack the Dowager."
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Lady Chen froze.
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"...What?"
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Her brows furrowed.
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"You didn’t?"
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Shin Gu shook her head slowly.
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"No."
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Her voice was calm.
Too calm.
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"I did not touch her."
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Lady Chen stepped back slightly.
Her mind racing.
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"...Then who did?"
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Her voice dropped.
Now filled with something new.
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Fear.
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Because if it wasn’t Shin Gu—
Then someone else—
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Someone else in the palace—
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Was using power.
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Dark power.
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Shin Gu turned her gaze toward the window.
Her expression thoughtful.
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"...That is what interests me."
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Lady Chen stared at her.
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"...You mean—"
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Shin Gu interrupted quietly.
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"There is another."
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The words felt heavy.
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"...Another what?" Lady Chen asked.
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Shin Gu’s lips curved slightly.
But there was no warmth in it.
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"...Another player."
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Silence fell again.
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The realization settled slowly.
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The palace—
Was no longer under control.
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Not hers.
Not Shin Gu’s.
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Something else—
Was moving.
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Lady Chen’s fingers trembled slightly.
"...No..."
"This is not possible..."
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Shin Gu turned back to her.
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"Everything is possible."
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Her voice dropped lower.
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"Especially when forbidden things are involved."
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Lady Chen’s throat tightened.
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"...You said you handled everything."
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"I did."
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"Then why is she alive?!"
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Her voice cracked.
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This time—
Shin Gu didn’t answer immediately.
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She walked slowly toward the table.
Poured tea.
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Then spoke.
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"...Because she returned."
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Lady Chen blinked.
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"...What does that mean?"
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Shin Gu looked at her.
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"Her soul was taken."
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"...But it came back."
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A chill ran through the room.
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Lady Chen’s eyes widened.
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"That... shouldn’t happen..."
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Shin Gu nodded.
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"It shouldn’t."
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Her gaze deepened.
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"But it did."
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Silence.
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Heavy.
Oppressive.
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Lady Chen sat down slowly.
Her legs weak.
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"...Then she is not normal..."
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Shin Gu smiled faintly.
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"She never was."
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The room felt colder.
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Lady Chen looked up sharply.
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"...Then what do we do now?"
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Her voice was no longer arrogant.
No longer confident.
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It carried uncertainty.
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For the first time—
She felt it.
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She was no longer in control.
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Shin Gu placed the teacup down gently.
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"...We wait."
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Lady Chen frowned.
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"Wait?"
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"Yes."
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"For the right moment."
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Her eyes darkened.
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"And for the right mistake."
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Lady Chen clenched her fists.
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"...And this ’other person’?"
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Shin Gu’s gaze turned distant.
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"...We observe."
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A pause.
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"Because if they can interfere with my work..."
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Her lips curved slightly.
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"Then they are dangerous."
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A flicker of something—
Almost excitement—
Passed through her eyes.
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"I would like to meet them."
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Lady Chen shivered.
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"...You’re not afraid?"
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Shin Gu looked at her.
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"...Should I be?"
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Her calmness was unsettling.
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Lady Chen looked away.
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Because she realized something.
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Shin Gu wasn’t scared.
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She was curious.
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And that—
Was far more dangerous.
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The lantern flickered again.
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Casting shadows on the walls.
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Two women sat in silence.
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Bound by ambition.
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But now—
Surrounded by something neither fully understood.
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Because in the palace—
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There was no longer just one darkness.
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There were many.
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And none of them—
Were visible.
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Yet.







