The Empress Uncontrollable
I'm Humiliated

The atmosphere turned awkward when now Aira, the man who had just become her husband, and the man who had just entered were facing each other.

“Out!” the husband of Princess Ailing.

The man immediately retreated back and quickly closed the door.

“Already, I do not want to play anymore,” said Aira while throwing a sword in his hand casually.

Back Princess Ailing's husband smiled cynically. “Don't expect, it turns out gossip if the daughter of General Lee's residence is a stupid girl is a mere lie. It is fitting that General Lee is very confident when he says that his daughter deserves to be a ransom.”

“This he is praising or slacking?” inner Aira while continuing to pay attention to the words of the man in front of her.

“Are you done talking? If you have, please you can go,” said Aira calmly.

“You kicked me out?” daughter Ailing's husband.

“No. Didn't you just say you had business? So please leave, I will not bother you anymore,” Aira said calmly as she turned around.

Without saying anything more, the handsome man finally walked out of the room.

“Basic of a small cat,” muttered when he closed the door of the room violently.

While Aira was currently walking trembling and then sitting on the bed that was there. “Crazy, this is crazy. Why can this be,” muttered while looking at his hand that was still trembling because it had just used a real sword to fight.

He then laid his body on the bed. “Aira .. Ailing. Well, since I'm already here and this isn't a dream, then I'll become Ailing and become the successful woman I was when I was alive. From now on my name is Ailing. Remember, Ailing the successful woman,” her determination then laughed out loud.

**

Next morning.

This morning I heard a knock on the door in the room. The initially slow beat eventually turned into a blow.

“Jeez, what the hell,” muttered Ailing as he opened his eyes.

“Myonyaku!” call the woman outside the door in a voice that turns hysterical.

“Log in! Login!” Aira could not stand the disturbing sound.

A moment later the door of the room opened wide. Enter a girl who was the same age as Ailing was sobbing. “Nona, Miss is okay ‘kan?” tanyakanya.

“Lah, the one crying you. Why are you even asking me, am I okay, how the hell,” Inner Ailing while scratching his head.

“Who are you?” ailing asked the girl who was currently sitting on the floor near her bed.

“Nona, miss forgot Xin Ya? Did Xin Ya make a mistake, Miss? Miss please forgive Xin Ya,” said the girl while kneeling on the floor.

“Lah, why so prostrate?” thought Ailing who was surprised.

Then he noticed the clothes of the girl named Xin Ya. Hanbok used by Xin Ya, exactly like the costume she had rented during the Korean royal drama show at school first.

“Don't-don't I'm in the era of the Korean kingdom again, Ailing's inner” who just got new information about her.

“Already, stop prostrating like that. I was exposed to mild amnesia,” said Ailing while getting up from the bed.

Xin Ya raised her head. “Amnesia? What is amnesia, Miss?”

“Ah yes, if this is in the past. It was possible that they had not understood these terms, Ailing's inner” while rubbing her face.

“Lost my memory I mean,” Beber Ailing while reaching out her hand and helping Xin Ya to stand up.

“Nona, is this all because Prince Song left you last night?” xin Ya asked who looked full of worry.

“Inhibited, not.” Ailing answered quickly.

“Eh, Prince Song? May the one who married me be the prince,” Inner Ailing while patting his own face.

Xin Ya immediately came back crying. “Nona, did you go crazy because of last night?” his roar.

“Haiss, what mouth can not be filtered,” thought Ailing.

“You really don't remember?” Once again Xin Ya asked.

Ailing nodded.

“This is the Jeoson dynasty. You are the sixteen-year-old Princess Ailing of General Lee's residence,” Xin Ya said.

“My husband?”

“He is the prince of war, Prince Song. He was the younger brother of King Dong. He is very authoritative, powerful and holds the main power of this kingdom,” Xin Ya.

“So she's the king's sister, just fast her attitude is so pretentious,” Ailing's sneer in the heart.

“Do I have a brother? Or do I have a love rival here?”

“You have two older brothers. They are Commander Seok who guards the southern border and official Hyung who works in Longtse city. As for the concubine, Prince Song had none at all. She was clean from all the scandals during this time,” Xin Ya explained very clearly.

“Wow, rich handsome people have no scandal. Maddened. If in the modern world he must have become an idol, already a playboy cap dragon,” thought Xin Ya while shaking slowly.

“So Xin Yes, you this is?”

“I'm the waiter you picked up when you were a kid. I've promised to keep following you until anytime. Do you want to see my contract?” haggard Xin Ya.

“No need,” reject Ailing quickly.

“Ah, I better not see the pager-like writing, her inner”.

Shortly after, a knock reappeared at the entrance of the room. Ailing immediately told her to enter so that there was no scene like Xin Ya earlier.

“Mistress, your breakfast is ready,” said the waiter with a cold face.

Soon the waiter dropped the food in his tray roughly on the table.

Xin Ya who was standing near Ailing immediately approached the food. “What is this? Why just bread and soup?” ask him who is not happy.

“Of course bread and soup, what more do you want!” the servant sergeant.

“But the Madam is the wife of Prince Song, do you intend to insult her? Aren't you afraid of the law?” cecar Xin Ya's.

“Punishment?” The waiter smiled cynically.

“What does it mean, why is the waiter being arrogant,” inner Ailing while frowning.

“You think an unloved wife like her can do what?” The servant then glanced at Ailing with a mocking look.

Ailing's face turned stiff. He stood up and walked towards the table. “So here are the rules here?”

“Mrs.” Xin Ya muttered as she looked at the disheveled Ailing approaching towards them.

“So you want to give me another menu or not?” asked Ailing who was now right in front of the waiter.

“There is no other food in the kitchen,” replied the waiter as he glared.

“Good then,” said as he took the soup containing only a few slices of potatoes and poured them right into the waiter's face.

“Akh!” the waiter's cry grew when Ailing suddenly kicked him hard.

“Go!” snapped Ailing.

The waiter ran away from the room.

“Nona, how is this? They—“

“Shut up and come!” ailing's orders while retrieving the sword that was on the floor.

“Nona!”