The Empress Of The Emperor
Cp 04 | The Chosen

Everything feels empty ....

Everything feels quiet ....

Everything was dark and felt so painful . stifling the chest to breathe was very difficult.

The treachery that felt condensed scattered everywhere made the heart turn frozen, leaving behind a huge hole. Or even destroyed unceremoniously, which can torment the soul and body.

Actually ... It's not as easy as you might think, and it's not as easy as you turning your palm.

That was how Jung Han Mi felt at this moment. His body was sitting cross-legged in the thick darkness. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" ask her with a raucous voice. His gaze was fixed straight towards the front, where a bright light suddenly appeared. Memory after memory that feels very foreign, spinning like a big screen movie that is clearly visible in front of there.

Feeling something strange with her face, Han Mi immediately raised her right hand, then touched the cheek that somehow since when it was wet. "Tears—"

"ARGH!!!" erang Han Mi was instantaneous as she felt intense pain and pain in her chest. Both of his eyes were tightly closed, trying to endure the intense agonizing pain.

Why can beg—

Han Mi instantly bent her body with her increasingly gripping hand even stronger, and pressed her inside. Hope to reduce the pain.

However, it was completely useless, the pain was increasing along with his sudden heartbeat just felt to be firmer and louder than before.

"You've seen it all, haven't you?"

Sia—pa ... is it? His voice was very soft and soothing.

Still while enduring the pain, Han Mi forced herself to open both her eyes. His slightly swaying and also blurry vision, was fixed straight towards the bottom. Slowly, he forced himself to raise his head, seeing who the owner of the voice was.

"Who ... you?" asked Han Mi stifled with difficulty. His voice sounded hoarse and vibrating.

"AH!!" Again, the pain increased until Han Mi fell forward just like that. His body prostrated itself on the floor of endless darkness, with his head bowed and his forehead stuck to the cold floor. He kept trying to keep his consciousness stable.

"I am the owner" he explained briefly.

Owner ... what does that mean?

"You must know how it feels.: betrayal, hatred, destruction, anger and a threat, but you can do absolutely nothing to avoid it. You can't even do anything as you please."

He was right, I felt all that. But ... What does this have to do with this woman?

Han Mi opened her two eyes, staring straight at the pitch-black floor that was beneath her. This time it was the same, his vision began to rotate uncharacteristically, even his head began to feel heavy and painful.

The clattering of footsteps sounded closer, a silvery-colored light began to be clearly visible from the tail of his eyes. Slowly, he dented to the left with the position of the body still prostrating on the floor.

Both eyes looked at a very beautiful graceful woman, her pitch-black hair neatly arranged in an elegant style, along with gold-colored hair ornaments that looked very heavy and expensive.

The woman was wearing layered hanfu which was a traditional dress in an Empire, or it could be said to be a very formal royal robe/official dress.

The clothes look very fitting to him. Beautiful and majestic, like the aura emanating from the body of the woman.

"YES ... AARRGH!" Han Mi again curled up in pain, "Tolo—AAAAH!" Han Mi tried to ask for help. However, the feeling was even more so when he tried to ask for help.

God fucking. This ... Why is this so!?

"I feel like you deserve all that. Because you are a human being with an extraordinary determination. In that world, you have successfully graduated from all of those feelings. Then ..." the woman hung up her sentence, kneeling right to Han Mi's left.

"I have no hope of living anymore, and I have little time left. Therefore I chose you directly, and made a summon to replace me. Because I know .. you deserve what should be yours. You deserve your lost happiness, and give it back to your present one."

What mak—

"TID—ARGH!” erang Han Mi again, and this time he tried to hold her back. However, it was only a mere delusion, that the whacking pain would soon disappear.

Instead of disappearing, the pain was spreading all over her body, and it felt like she wanted to explode. The heat was also burning at the same time.

I ....

"I leave everyone there who is unlucky to you. You, someone who can rise up to act as you please. Follow it until you feel the real life you dream of. Comfort, happiness, pleasure, freedom and revenge. Take out all the contents of your true heart, and then repay them."

Silent for a moment, Han Mi was silent in her current position.

"After that, you will see something very natural approaching slowly with an unexpected feeling. Even ... someday, it will make you miss the incident so much.”

Han Mi closed her eyes tightly while listening to what the mysterious woman said. His hands were still faithfully pressing right on the left chest.

“Behind it all .. there is someone who is slowly starting to change, opening his steel-plated iron door unknowingly. The towering and thick iceberg slowly began to melt, revealing its true contents. He will always support you and love you for whatever you have done, no matter what took his life though, he will still protect you.”

Silence returned, and suddenly the sound of the mysterious woman's footsteps slowly sounded away.

“A heart that has been frozen for so long will eventually feel the change slowly towards a new life. Goodbye, beautiful woman named Jung Han Mi. I am so grateful to you. I'm leaving him to you. Goodbye ...."

That soft, soothing sound had completely disappeared along with the silvery light that was slowly beginning to dim. End his conversation with Han Mi.

Now, there was only a deep silence created all around. The pain throughout the body was still very clear Han Mi felt. His sight again swayed violently, and began to grow even more blurry.

“Actually ... what happened here? The words were strange, and I really didn't understand. More .... didn't I die from drowning—ARGH!” For the umpteenth time, Han Mi felt extreme pain, a heat that spread throughout the body.

Han Mi had completely lost control with her own body, until she fell down and lay on the dark floor in a slanted sleeping position. A dense darkness and a sinister silence, began to enter into his consciousness.

Unexpectedly, a golden-coloured lightning suddenly appeared in front of it and struck directly on Han Mi's forehead. Simultaneously, he felt an extremely powerful gravity pressurizing his body into unconsciousness.

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Seriate.

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Glossary :

* Hanfu : Traditional Chinese Han Chinese clothing from China.

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Manuscript :

Jakarta, June 27, 2020

Published :

Jakarta, July 05, 2020