Taekook: Stop Bothering Me, Emperor. -

Update - 2

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Jeon Yuna, who had just been about to speak, became stunned.

Before, when she had been scolded as an illegitimate daughter, she had already felt that it was shameful. She never expected there was something that was even more shameful to hear!

She knew that word meant a concubine's child, this word wasn't only insulting her, it was insulting to her mother!

Jeon Yuna

~•This hateful Jeon Jungkook, why didn't you get hit to death! Yuna glared at Jungkook, then turned to look at Jeon Sung in grievance,•~ What did elder brother call me?

This change of attitude was too stiff, incomparable to the concubine sisters he had in his past life. Moreover, those little sisters were very respectful towards him. They wouldn't have dared to complain to his father.

Jeon Sung parted his lips but didn't know how to explain it.

Jeon Jungkook

Where is my residence?~•Jungkook wanted to ask where his courtyard was but looking around, he could see all the rooms from here, so it was unlikely for there to be a separate courtyard for him to live in.•~

He sighed in his heart. As expected, as a family running a theatrical troupe, they couldn't even afford a house with three sections.

Jeon Sung

Your room is upstairs. ~•Jeon Sung had intended Aunt Chen to bring Jungkook upstairs, but upon turning his head, he saw that Aunt Chen had gone to cook dinner. So he pushed away the Yuna who was still in his embrace, and personally brought him up.•~

Jeon Sung patiently explained the uses of the appliances in the room, the main focus being the bathroom.

After Jeon Sung left, Jungkook carefully walked around the room. This was a small suite, with its own bathroom and dressing room, the walls and furniture were all sky blue.

The sight before him was indescribably familiar. Jungkook felt dizzy and went to the head of the bed to pick up the photo frame.

In the photograph, there was a beautiful woman holding a child who was about seven or eight.

Jeon Jungkook

Mother. ~•Jungkook gently traced over the woman's face with his fingertips. Such a distinct portrait, even he couldn't draw this well. The woman in the portrait was exactly the same as his mother in his previous life.•~

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