Chaotic Nights — Chapter 41. Pursuit (1)
Translator: Atlas
Weekly Chapter 7/7
Although she knew it was impolite, Eunha ran towards Jihak’s chambers.
“My Lord! Please allow me to go to the town.”
Jihak narrowed his eyes as he looked at Eunha, who was heavily breathing. The snowflakes, which had not yet melted, were on her head.
“Why? Has something happened in the town?”
“No. I just want to make sure my sister is all right.”
“Your sister? The Buyong courtesan?”
“Yes, I think my sister was seriously injured. I want to check on her integrity.”
It had only been half a day since she had recovered from the fever. Her lips were still dry, and her body thin because she had not been able to eat earlier.
But she couldn’t rest because she heard bad news about her sister.
Pathetic…
After he shook the ashes out of the pipe, Jihak looked out the window.
“Alright. But come back before nightfall.”
“Thanks!”
Eunha ran to where Sir Song, the owner of the bookshop, was waiting for her. She was sick for a long time, but her mind was clear, perhaps because of the medicine.
“Let’s go.”
She tugged on Sir Song’s arm. Then Song walked out the front door with Eunha.
Perhaps because she was in a hurry, the more she increased her speed, the more her skirt got caught between her legs, so she sometimes stumbled.
“Eunha!”
Sir Song stopped. He was out of breath. Only then did Eunha realize that she was also tired, so she slowed her pace.
“…I’m sorry.”
“I was out of breath.”
“I’m just anxious, I’m worried about my sister.”
“I don’t know the details either, what did the letter say?”
There really wasn’t too much information in the letter.
In case she had to find something special, it would be that she had bought her a scrunchie for her hair. Also, she had said that she had made dumplings yesterday. She felt glad because Chunhee had praised her.
Yongi’s voice was clearly felt in what she had written
“Trivial information. She wasn’t asking for help.”
Song nodded.
“I guess she didn’t want you to know.”
“It doesn’t make sense. I’m glad I found out.”
After they emerged from the forest path where the snow had begun to accumulate, Eunha headed for Sir Song’s bookshop.
She wanted to jump the walls of the courtesans’ house to find Yongi, but Song stopped her because there was another way. Eunha wandered in the bookshop while biting her nails.
The scenery outside the window was usual. Snow was piling up on the door frame.
She looked out anxiously until Yongi appeared. But there was something strange. Something seemed to be chasing her, she passed by the bookshop without even looking back.
Sister?
She came out of the bookshop to follow Yongi.
Eunha, who was chasing Yongi at a fast pace, looked back. The group chasing her hid in the crowd.
“Eunha, come here.”
She ducked when Yongi grabbed her hand.
They hid in a silk house often used by courtesans. The owner, who recognized Yongi, covered the women with silk to hide them.
Eunha recalled the rumor that meetings between scholars and courtesans were held here.
They crouched in a corner. After they completely escaped the outside gaze, Yongi hugged Eunha.
“Eunha, are you all right?”
She nodded.
“What happened, sister? Who messed up your face like that!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’d rather have my face ruined, but feel calm.”
Chaotic Nights — Chapter 41. Pursuit (1)
Translator: Atlas
Weekly Chapter 7/7
Although she knew it was impolite, Eunha ran towards Jihak’s chambers.
“My Lord! Please allow me to go to the town.”
Jihak narrowed his eyes as he looked at Eunha, who was heavily breathing. The snowflakes, which had not yet melted, were on her head.
“Why? Has something happened in the town?”
“No. I just want to make sure my sister is all right.”
“Your sister? The Buyong courtesan?”
“Yes, I think my sister was seriously injured. I want to check on her integrity.”
It had only been half a day since she had recovered from the fever. Her lips were still dry, and her body thin because she had not been able to eat earlier.
But she couldn’t rest because she heard bad news about her sister.
Pathetic…
After he shook the ashes out of the pipe, Jihak looked out the window.
“Alright. But come back before nightfall.”
“Thanks!”
Eunha ran to where Sir Song, the owner of the bookshop, was waiting for her. She was sick for a long time, but her mind was clear, perhaps because of the medicine.
“Let’s go.”
She tugged on Sir Song’s arm. Then Song walked out the front door with Eunha.
Perhaps because she was in a hurry, the more she increased her speed, the more her skirt got caught between her legs, so she sometimes stumbled.
“Eunha!”
Sir Song stopped. He was out of breath. Only then did Eunha realize that she was also tired, so she slowed her pace.
“…I’m sorry.”
“I was out of breath.”
“I’m just anxious, I’m worried about my sister.”
“I don’t know the details either, what did the letter say?”
There really wasn’t too much information in the letter.
In case she had to find something special, it would be that she had bought her a scrunchie for her hair. Also, she had said that she had made dumplings yesterday. She felt glad because Chunhee had praised her.
Yongi’s voice was clearly felt in what she had written
“Trivial information. She wasn’t asking for help.”
Song nodded.
“I guess she didn’t want you to know.”
“It doesn’t make sense. I’m glad I found out.”
After they emerged from the forest path where the snow had begun to accumulate, Eunha headed for Sir Song’s bookshop.
She wanted to jump the walls of the courtesans’ house to find Yongi, but Song stopped her because there was another way. Eunha wandered in the bookshop while biting her nails.
The scenery outside the window was usual. Snow was piling up on the door frame.
She looked out anxiously until Yongi appeared. But there was something strange. Something seemed to be chasing her, she passed by the bookshop without even looking back.
Sister?
She came out of the bookshop to follow Yongi.
Eunha, who was chasing Yongi at a fast pace, looked back. The group chasing her hid in the crowd.
“Eunha, come here.”
She ducked when Yongi grabbed her hand.
They hid in a silk house often used by courtesans. The owner, who recognized Yongi, covered the women with silk to hide them.
Eunha recalled the rumor that meetings between scholars and courtesans were held here.
They crouched in a corner. After they completely escaped the outside gaze, Yongi hugged Eunha.
“Eunha, are you all right?”
She nodded.
“What happened, sister? Who messed up your face like that!”
“It doesn’t matter. I’d rather have my face ruined, but feel calm.”
