The Revenge of the Reincarnated Villainess
Taking a steadying breath, she stepped forward.
The hallway behind was no less imposing. The polished marble floors gleamed under the golden glow of wall-mounted lanterns, their intricate carvings casting delicate shadows across the walls. Lined along the corridor were twelve men. Their uniforms were crisp, formal and strange. As the doors opened fully, Carmen emerged. Every single one of them bowed their heads in unison.
She froze, blinking in confusion. What was going on? Why were they bowing their heads as if she were some ruler from the Joseon dynasty?