“That poison from the south, the one the Third Prince created. You said the longest anyone has lasted… how long was it?”

“Three months. And he was a first-rate warrior. So even if you last longer than him, you will not live to see this year’s first snow.”

As the only son of the Head of the Secretariat, the Fifth Prince’s loyal dog, and the key contributor to his victory in the fight for the throne, I have only about half a year left to live.

If serving him was the purpose of my life until now,

my new goal has become to die somewhere he will never know.

…Or so it should have been.

“So, what did the Head of the Secretariat do?”

“He said something like, ‘I cannot give my son to a mere prince who is not yet the emperor.'”

That crazy old man.

Regardless of my face turning deathly pale, Yeongchun continued to chatter cheerfully.

“It’s okay. His Highness the Fifth Prince wasn’t too offended. In fact, he crossed his arms and said, ‘Then once I officially take the throne, your son will be mine’….”

“I told you not to drag out the story. So? What happened?”

“The Head of the Secretariat, fanning himself lightly with his folding fan, apparently joked, ‘Since you will be taking the son of this Yeo Yullyeong, an ordinary dowry will not suffice.'”

You old geezeeeeer!