The Doctor Cured The Villainess And Ran Away

"I asked you if you wanted to be the fiancé of the imperial successor."

Heike posed the question flatly as she looked straight at me.

Alberich, who clearly couldn’t follow the flow of the conversation anymore, made a strangled choking sound, utterly aghast.

Let’s think this over, just for a moment.

The Emperor’s consort. A position called gukseo.

Your wife is the highest authority in the entire Empire—you’d barely even get to see her face.

And I’d be locked up in that suffocating palace for a hundred, a thousand days, until I dropped dead.

I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly for fear of assassination every night.

I get it. It’s the same situation I’m in now.

A prisoner in a gilded cage.

So yes, I decline.

"I’m afraid that position is not one prepared for a humble man like myself."