Amongst her men, she was known for her power to wield her needles. She was graceful and could dance around her prey with unparalleled ease. She was as swift as arrow and as patient as a huntress, no one ever misses her needles.

That's who Myung OK is...Or should be, as the adept huntress has been turned into a glutinous child whose skill and purpose in life is emptying a big pot of rice and soup.

But it is naive to think she's become really silly as each rice spooned into her mouth birthed a strategy, each grain brought strength and every soup she took was for that purpose. She needed a way out but could only do so if there's enough strength in her body.

The man watched her wolfing down the meal like one starved for days. Well, she's been starved really as she had zoned out for close to five days.

"Oppa, are there pickles? I want some!" she screamed with a childish shrill and a pure passion belonging to a child enjoying her meal. She couldn't help it though, the man was boring a hole into her soul with his stares and something had to be done as distraction.

"Baby, rather than pickles should I tell your you about Daejong?" his tone was condensing and filled with contempt. Myung OK understood that this man, whoever he is, is an enemy, but why did he save her and what's with the 'baby?' thing?

Her heart constricted on the thought of what he might be going through and wondered if he's OK, but what made her heart constrict further was her next nonchalant act. This dude is putting her to test, a test she shouldn't fail or there would be terrible consequences.

"Daejong? I don't know what that is" she scratched her hair like one confused with the question, pulled down her hands and smelt it.

With a frown on her face she screamed, "Oppa! how long has it been since I last took a bath, my hair stinks!"

He hadn't expected such turn of event, nonetheless he was distracted as he stood up with a smile and went outside the door.

Myung OK patted her throbbing chest and sighed in relief. That was a close call.

She picked up a chopstick, wiped it clean, then placed it in her socks, she can't find her needles but the chopsticks should be a good improvise.

When he returned to the room, he met an obedient and sweet looking girl who ate her food gracelessly.

"The bath is in the outhouse, everything you need should be there" she sprang up but winced, grabbing a shrimp she strutted towards him with confidence.

"Where exactly is this outhouse?" she asked as she sucked on the shrimps, the oily part dazzling on her lips making her look sensuously beautiful and innocent, a pure contrast between a woman and a child.

He pointed outside but grabbed her when she walked past him.

"I don't know what game you are playing but don't try any tricks on me, my men are hidden in every corner of this base and will be watching you!"

Myung OK's eyes turned misty as her face grew paler, "Oppa, you are scaring me! ", she whined in a falsehood of fear.

The man who was somewhat unconvinced with her acts still edged on, "Since you haven't been out ever since you arrived this place, I guess you don't understand where exactly you are."

Five minutes later, Myung OK found herself hiding her unshed tears. She had wondered why the fogs looked heavier than it should, the air wickedly chilly and weather bitingly cold! it's all because of their location.

They are in a freaking island!

Water, water, water everywhere!

She dragged herself up to the mountaineous part that overlooked the entire base, but what greeted her visage was large circular bodies of water.

Dear creator, this is winter but why is the water not frozen yet? Eh?

Who did I offend?

...

Seven men with murderous aura and intent appeared restless as they tried to navigate through the winding forest. Their lips were tinged purple, their teeth clattering in the cold, the blue vein bulging out was trying to burst out.

One of the men fell to one knee with his sword implanted on the ground, his free hands was clenched into a fist, his face had a shade of red and strain.

"Jae joon, we have to find her fast or we all die!"

The one whose name was mentioned ran in a frenzy to grab him up. "Avoid the cold and cover your collar properly!" he drew up the said collar compassionately, a rare emotion for an assassin. "We shall find her."

Jae joon seemed the most affected by the whole event, Myung OK or Yoona was very important to him and was more than just a master, he swore if any untoward thing happens to her Shu would be bathe with blood.

The rest of the men clouded together to think out their next strategy, it seems they were at the end of the trail as there was no path ahead.

Surveying their surrounding, they noticed the fog was heavier in that place than it should be, it could only mean they were close to a coast but how do they get there? Why does it seem like they are in an illusion?

From afar, though their keenness picked it out first, they could feel more men galloping towards them.

With a silent communication which was in sync with each other, they all practically flew up the icy tree to observe.

Soon enough, the men ended up with them and stood confused like they stood earlier, but something unexpected happened which caught them unawares.

A man who looked nobler with an aristocratic face jumped down elegantly from his horse, his face was one which stood out in a crowd and can be etched stubbornly in a memory.

Prince Song?

Emperor's elder brother? What exactly is he doing in the cold and with secret soldiers?

Prince Song smiled his signature smile and looked at his weary men.

"Men, I know the mission is tedious but we all have to be steadfast and courageous. The woman we're searching for is not just any woman but a woman among other women. She will be a ticket to your fame and stardom!"

One of the who seemed the weariest complained and voiced out his inner thought.

"No disrespect my Lord, but who exactly is this woman for us to waste in the cold for days on her sake?"

Prince Song chuckled softly, "Oh, she's my sister-in-law. I'm talking about your future empress."

The men's face lit up, but soon their eye socket looked bigger than it should. Prince Song raised his face to the direction of their visage and was stupefied.

What exactly is that in the sky?