"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 5 - Gucheon Hyeon Yeong
Namgung Byeok, seeing the anger on his daughter's face, furrowed his eyebrows.
'Even though Yeon-i is young, she is a child who is better at covering right and wrong than adults. What is it?'
Instead of building a wall from the outside world, she is a daughter with a smarter head than anyone else. Such a daughter can't stand her anger and even makes her tremble.
Namgung Byeok secretly turned his gaze to Yeon-jeokha.
The little boy was so pitiful that he didn't know what to do.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching with Jang Ha-eun from one side, interrupted in a soft voice.
“My father, since I was still young and did it without knowing, why don’t you just forgive me?”
“Your brother is right. Aren’t they six and eight now?”
As soon as her wife came forward, Namgungbyeok shot her down, she said.
"ha! Yuna, Jeokha are still young and don't know how dangerous the world is. But you are different. Don't you know why your father visits Wudang Mountain? Be extra careful to prevent this from happening in the future. Do you understand?”
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Namgung-yeon just stared at Namgung Byeok and Yeonmu-ryong with ferocious eyes.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching Namgung-yeon, cautiously asked Jang Ha-eun.
“Hyung-nim, Yeon-yi originally said… … .”
Since she was in front of the people involved, she couldn't bear to ask, 'Can't you?'
“That's not it. The congressman said he was too sensitive and closed the door on himself. That way, she will be less hurt.”
"ah! Gee, tsk tsk! How heartbreaking... … .”
Baek Mi-joo clicked her tongue, and a sneer appeared on Namgoong-yeon's face.
Baek Mi-joo was taken aback when she saw Namgoong-yeon suddenly hostile, and she didn't know what to do.
Jang Ha-eun, who shook his head excitedly, took her daughter and entered the room before things got worse.
And just like that, the fuss was over.
The next day, the people of the Namgung family left Waryongjang.
Yeonmubaek, the eldest son of Waryongjang, also accompanied them.
The Yeon clan, who lived in Waryongjang, did not understand Yeonmu-ryong, who easily let go of the firstborn, but no one objected because he was the opponent. On the contrary, it was said that it was fortunate to be able to get close to the Namgung family on this occasion.
***
July of that year.
Chamwol swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong passed away without waking up. At that time, Yeon Mu-ryong was only 40 years old.
Surprised by the sudden death of Murim master Yeon Mu-ryong, the Yeon family gathered famous lawmakers from Lukyang. And they had them find out the cause of Yeonmu-ryong's death.
The investigation was completed in exactly one day.
A tumor the size of a fist was found on the head of Yeonmu-ryong.
When Yeon Mu-ryong died, Baek Mi-ju summoned about twenty warriors from her home, Baek-ga-jang, to Waryong-jang. It is because there is no one to protect Waryongjang because Jangju is dead.
She named the Baekgajang warriors 'Baekhodae' and appointed them as Waryongjang's armed forces.
Naturally, the breath of the Yeon clan in Waryongjang weakened.
Soon after, Baek Mi-joo became Waryongjang's mistress in name and reality.
In fact, the bystanders of the Yeon family also played a part in Baek Mi-joo becoming the mistress of Waryongjang.
They believed that when Yeon Mu-baek, who was training at Namgung Sega, returned, he would become the master of Waryongjang anyway. Since the birth mother of the three children (Mu-baek Yeon, Seung-baek Yeon, and Yeon Seon-ju) was Baek Mi-ju, they thought there was no way they would quarrel.
Furthermore, the Yeon clan knew that Baek Mi-joo was trying to raise Waryongjang into the Murim family. It is also what the Yeon clan wants.
So, the Yeon clan inside and outside Waryongjang tolerated Baek Mi-joo holding Waryongjang in her hands. If it weren't for that, the Baek clan would not have been able to reside in Waryongjang.
In August, the sweltering heat began.
One day during the day, Baek Mi-ju called her gungwan haze poison into the main house.
“Brother, there is only one person I can rely on in Waryongjang.”
Haze poison smiled at Baek Mi-joo's words.
A few days ago, Baek Mi-joo called herself her older brother.
This would not be possible if her cousin Yeon Moo-ryong were alive. But the world belongs to the living. Haemoo-dok fell for Baekmi-joo's continued coquetry and naturally decided to become her older brother.
“Okay, what happened?”
Baek Mi-ju looked at her haze poison with her cool eyes.
“As you may know, I lost her husband to the slave I brought with me.”
“Yeah, I also think you were a bit harsh.”
“Every time I see the enemy these days... … . It pains me to remember the faces of her dead husband and Jong-nyeon. Can you keep that child out of my sight?”
"You're telling me to kill her nephew?"
An embarrassing light flashed across Haze Poison's face.
No matter how deep Baek Mi-joo's resentment was, it was not something to do in Waryongjang, which dreams of becoming a Murim family.
“I’m not that toxic either. It just means to make it invisible to my eyes.”
“Invisible?”
“Anyway, that kid isn’t even normal. He sees no benefit in being noticed by others.”
“It is, but… … .”
Haze poison nodded his head.
Certainly, after Yeonmu-ryong died, the enemy changed very strangely. He couldn't make eye contact with people, and he often foamed at his mouth and walked away.
“That child is more like a beast than a person. He cannot live with a beast.”
“Maybe it would be nice?”
Baek Mi-ju approached Haze Poison and she put her hand on top of his. Then, he blew hot breath into the haze poison's ear.
“There’s a warehouse at the back of the outbuilding, right?”
“That warehouse… … .”
It was originally used as a wine cellar.
Yeon Mu-ryong converted it into a warehouse and moved all kinds of junk that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Yeon family. The light didn't work well, so much so that he jokingly said, "I can catch the bad guys and lock them up here."
Haemoo-dok looked at Baek Mi-joo with a complicated expression.
As a result, their faces were almost touching.
Baek Mi-joo said with a pouty face.
“That child is the shame of our waryongjang. He thinks it suits him best.”
“Okay… … .”
A groan escaped from the haze poison's mouth.
Not because of remorse.
Other than locking his nephew in a warehouse, it was no longer his concern.
The poisonous haze intoxicated by her fragrant breath of white rice wine grabbed her shoulder.
And she, like a dog in heat, rode over her body in white rice wine.
That afternoon, Haze Dog called a carpenter to install an auxiliary door the size of a head next to the warehouse door. He is for putting in and taking out jars to dispose of food as well as feces.
In the evening, he took his six-year-old cousin to the warehouse.
“You know you have a lot of problems, right? You are the trouble of the Yeon family. So, from now on, I have to live here without being seen by others. Do you understand?”
“… … yes."
I couldn't understand what my uncle said, but I had no choice but to answer 'yes'.
Haze poison locked his young nephew in a warehouse and sealed the entrance himself. For him, the future he would create with Baek Mi-joo was more important than Yeon Jeok-ha.
‘You won’t live long… … .’
Luckily, you might be able to hold out for a while.
However, since it is a place where there is no sunlight, you will eventually get sick and die. Because Baek Mi-joo would not call a lawmaker for him.
Haze poison drove his young nephew limb from limb with his own hands and blamed everything on white wine. 'I'm just the general manager of Waryongjang, and I just do what my mistress tells me to do,' he says.
***
If the commander-in-chief, Hyeonmu-dok, had known Yeon Jeok-ha's inner thoughts, he might not have blamed himself so much.
I felt rather at peace in the dark warehouse.
He was satisfied with being freed from his eldest mother's persistent bullying. To be honest, he liked the warehouse more than Waryong Jang, whom he had a rivalry with.
The first few days were like that.
However, it wasn't long before they were eroded by the fear of the confined space where they were connected.
“Aaaaaaa!”
"Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
bang. bang. bang. bang.
As night fell, the fear intensified.
I screamed and knocked on doors and walls to escape the advancing darkness, but to no avail. The cries of a six-year-old and the sounds his hands made were absurdly small.
No, even if the sound leaked out, it would be useless. Because there is no one who can go against the will of Mistress Baek Mi-joo in Waryongjang.
The rivals who didn't know that screamed with all their might every night.
The closest place to the warehouse is the outbuilding.
However, the people who used the outbuildings were the White Tigers, who could be called Baek Mi-ju's bodyguards. As masters, they heard the child's screams, but they all turned away.
They knew that the owner, Baek Mi-joo, had been humiliated by Yeon Mu-ryong. The mother of Yeon Jeok-ha, who is locked in a warehouse, is a maid from Baekjiajang. It was just a dog's pup that bit the owner to mate with them.
So, whenever they heard the screams of the enemy enemy, the warriors of the Baekhodae completely ignored it, exchanging words of cause and effect. There was even ridicule and ridicule.
***
Ten days passed like that.
The younger siblings got used to the closed warehouse. Perhaps it was because of the bullying of Baek Mi-joo that his mind was trained. I am no longer afraid of the narrow and dark warehouses that are linked without a special occasion.
One day, I suddenly felt a fresh breeze from the outside world flowing in from a small window pierced in the wall of the building.
And I knew that if I put his head on the floor, I could see a few trees through a small gap under the side door.
With just that alone, he was able to escape from the anxiety and fear that were associated with him. He no longer screamed or knocked on doors or walls.
***
Yeon jeokha's daily life was extremely monotonous.
When he opened his eyes, he ate, bought, looked at the goods in the warehouse, ate, bought, and fell asleep again.
He occasionally searched the warehouse out of boredom.
The only thing the 6-year-old boy could do was extremely limited.
It is all about moving junk abandoned in the warehouse from one place to another and looking at it.
Even so, if you clutter up too much, you will have less space to walk around, so you have to be very careful.
Yeon Jeok-ha discovered ‘it’ when the wind permeating the warehouse gradually became cooler.
It's about time.
At the very bottom of the clutter lay something huge made of bronze.
He whimpered and pulled it out.
It was like a mirror, all covered with rust and grime.
Upon closer examination, the words ‘Gucheon Hyeonnyeokyung’ were engraved on the back.
Without much thought, he started wiping with a cloth.
It doesn't even clean well no matter how old it is.
However, Yeonjeokha was in no hurry. It's because time is all over the place anyway.
Wiping the mirror was quite a chore, and I was sweating profusely. Even so, the serial killer didn't stop doing it like a person possessed by something.
Winter passed and spring came again.
It was only then that he was able to peel off the old grime of the mirror he was dating.
As I polished the surface of the mirror to a shine, I saw a small child.
The seven-year-old sister waved his hand with an innocent face.
"hi?"
The child in the mirror waves along.
He looked closely at his own reflection in the mirror.
The bronze mirror was strangely clear enough to see what was contained in the eyes.
A sigh escaped his lips as he blinked his eyes a few times for fun.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 5 - Gucheon Hyeon Yeong
Namgung Byeok, seeing the anger on his daughter's face, furrowed his eyebrows.
'Even though Yeon-i is young, she is a child who is better at covering right and wrong than adults. What is it?'
Instead of building a wall from the outside world, she is a daughter with a smarter head than anyone else. Such a daughter can't stand her anger and even makes her tremble.
Namgung Byeok secretly turned his gaze to Yeon-jeokha.
The little boy was so pitiful that he didn't know what to do.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching with Jang Ha-eun from one side, interrupted in a soft voice.
“My father, since I was still young and did it without knowing, why don’t you just forgive me?”
“Your brother is right. Aren’t they six and eight now?”
As soon as her wife came forward, Namgungbyeok shot her down, she said.
"ha! Yuna, Jeokha are still young and don't know how dangerous the world is. But you are different. Don't you know why your father visits Wudang Mountain? Be extra careful to prevent this from happening in the future. Do you understand?”
“… … .”
Instead of answering, Namgung-yeon just stared at Namgung Byeok and Yeonmu-ryong with ferocious eyes.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching Namgung-yeon, cautiously asked Jang Ha-eun.
“Hyung-nim, Yeon-yi originally said… … .”
Since she was in front of the people involved, she couldn't bear to ask, 'Can't you?'
“That's not it. The congressman said he was too sensitive and closed the door on himself. That way, she will be less hurt.”
"ah! Gee, tsk tsk! How heartbreaking... … .”
Baek Mi-joo clicked her tongue, and a sneer appeared on Namgoong-yeon's face.
Baek Mi-joo was taken aback when she saw Namgoong-yeon suddenly hostile, and she didn't know what to do.
Jang Ha-eun, who shook his head excitedly, took her daughter and entered the room before things got worse.
And just like that, the fuss was over.
The next day, the people of the Namgung family left Waryongjang.
Yeonmubaek, the eldest son of Waryongjang, also accompanied them.
The Yeon clan, who lived in Waryongjang, did not understand Yeonmu-ryong, who easily let go of the firstborn, but no one objected because he was the opponent. On the contrary, it was said that it was fortunate to be able to get close to the Namgung family on this occasion.
***
July of that year.
Chamwol swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong passed away without waking up. At that time, Yeon Mu-ryong was only 40 years old.
Surprised by the sudden death of Murim master Yeon Mu-ryong, the Yeon family gathered famous lawmakers from Lukyang. And they had them find out the cause of Yeonmu-ryong's death.
The investigation was completed in exactly one day.
A tumor the size of a fist was found on the head of Yeonmu-ryong.
When Yeon Mu-ryong died, Baek Mi-ju summoned about twenty warriors from her home, Baek-ga-jang, to Waryong-jang. It is because there is no one to protect Waryongjang because Jangju is dead.
She named the Baekgajang warriors 'Baekhodae' and appointed them as Waryongjang's armed forces.
Naturally, the breath of the Yeon clan in Waryongjang weakened.
Soon after, Baek Mi-joo became Waryongjang's mistress in name and reality.
In fact, the bystanders of the Yeon family also played a part in Baek Mi-joo becoming the mistress of Waryongjang.
They believed that when Yeon Mu-baek, who was training at Namgung Sega, returned, he would become the master of Waryongjang anyway. Since the birth mother of the three children (Mu-baek Yeon, Seung-baek Yeon, and Yeon Seon-ju) was Baek Mi-ju, they thought there was no way they would quarrel.
Furthermore, the Yeon clan knew that Baek Mi-joo was trying to raise Waryongjang into the Murim family. It is also what the Yeon clan wants.
So, the Yeon clan inside and outside Waryongjang tolerated Baek Mi-joo holding Waryongjang in her hands. If it weren't for that, the Baek clan would not have been able to reside in Waryongjang.
In August, the sweltering heat began.
One day during the day, Baek Mi-ju called her gungwan haze poison into the main house.
“Brother, there is only one person I can rely on in Waryongjang.”
Haze poison smiled at Baek Mi-joo's words.
A few days ago, Baek Mi-joo called herself her older brother.
This would not be possible if her cousin Yeon Moo-ryong were alive. But the world belongs to the living. Haemoo-dok fell for Baekmi-joo's continued coquetry and naturally decided to become her older brother.
“Okay, what happened?”
Baek Mi-ju looked at her haze poison with her cool eyes.
“As you may know, I lost her husband to the slave I brought with me.”
“Yeah, I also think you were a bit harsh.”
“Every time I see the enemy these days... … . It pains me to remember the faces of her dead husband and Jong-nyeon. Can you keep that child out of my sight?”
"You're telling me to kill her nephew?"
An embarrassing light flashed across Haze Poison's face.
No matter how deep Baek Mi-joo's resentment was, it was not something to do in Waryongjang, which dreams of becoming a Murim family.
“I’m not that toxic either. It just means to make it invisible to my eyes.”
“Invisible?”
“Anyway, that kid isn’t even normal. He sees no benefit in being noticed by others.”
“It is, but… … .”
Haze poison nodded his head.
Certainly, after Yeonmu-ryong died, the enemy changed very strangely. He couldn't make eye contact with people, and he often foamed at his mouth and walked away.
“That child is more like a beast than a person. He cannot live with a beast.”
“Maybe it would be nice?”
Baek Mi-ju approached Haze Poison and she put her hand on top of his. Then, he blew hot breath into the haze poison's ear.
“There’s a warehouse at the back of the outbuilding, right?”
“That warehouse… … .”
It was originally used as a wine cellar.
Yeon Mu-ryong converted it into a warehouse and moved all kinds of junk that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Yeon family. The light didn't work well, so much so that he jokingly said, "I can catch the bad guys and lock them up here."
Haemoo-dok looked at Baek Mi-joo with a complicated expression.
As a result, their faces were almost touching.
Baek Mi-joo said with a pouty face.
“That child is the shame of our waryongjang. He thinks it suits him best.”
“Okay… … .”
A groan escaped from the haze poison's mouth.
Not because of remorse.
Other than locking his nephew in a warehouse, it was no longer his concern.
The poisonous haze intoxicated by her fragrant breath of white rice wine grabbed her shoulder.
And she, like a dog in heat, rode over her body in white rice wine.
That afternoon, Haze Dog called a carpenter to install an auxiliary door the size of a head next to the warehouse door. He is for putting in and taking out jars to dispose of food as well as feces.
In the evening, he took his six-year-old cousin to the warehouse.
“You know you have a lot of problems, right? You are the trouble of the Yeon family. So, from now on, I have to live here without being seen by others. Do you understand?”
“… … yes."
I couldn't understand what my uncle said, but I had no choice but to answer 'yes'.
Haze poison locked his young nephew in a warehouse and sealed the entrance himself. For him, the future he would create with Baek Mi-joo was more important than Yeon Jeok-ha.
‘You won’t live long… … .’
Luckily, you might be able to hold out for a while.
However, since it is a place where there is no sunlight, you will eventually get sick and die. Because Baek Mi-joo would not call a lawmaker for him.
Haze poison drove his young nephew limb from limb with his own hands and blamed everything on white wine. 'I'm just the general manager of Waryongjang, and I just do what my mistress tells me to do,' he says.
***
If the commander-in-chief, Hyeonmu-dok, had known Yeon Jeok-ha's inner thoughts, he might not have blamed himself so much.
I felt rather at peace in the dark warehouse.
He was satisfied with being freed from his eldest mother's persistent bullying. To be honest, he liked the warehouse more than Waryong Jang, whom he had a rivalry with.
The first few days were like that.
However, it wasn't long before they were eroded by the fear of the confined space where they were connected.
“Aaaaaaa!”
"Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
bang. bang. bang. bang.
As night fell, the fear intensified.
I screamed and knocked on doors and walls to escape the advancing darkness, but to no avail. The cries of a six-year-old and the sounds his hands made were absurdly small.
No, even if the sound leaked out, it would be useless. Because there is no one who can go against the will of Mistress Baek Mi-joo in Waryongjang.
The rivals who didn't know that screamed with all their might every night.
The closest place to the warehouse is the outbuilding.
However, the people who used the outbuildings were the White Tigers, who could be called Baek Mi-ju's bodyguards. As masters, they heard the child's screams, but they all turned away.
They knew that the owner, Baek Mi-joo, had been humiliated by Yeon Mu-ryong. The mother of Yeon Jeok-ha, who is locked in a warehouse, is a maid from Baekjiajang. It was just a dog's pup that bit the owner to mate with them.
So, whenever they heard the screams of the enemy enemy, the warriors of the Baekhodae completely ignored it, exchanging words of cause and effect. There was even ridicule and ridicule.
***
Ten days passed like that.
The younger siblings got used to the closed warehouse. Perhaps it was because of the bullying of Baek Mi-joo that his mind was trained. I am no longer afraid of the narrow and dark warehouses that are linked without a special occasion.
One day, I suddenly felt a fresh breeze from the outside world flowing in from a small window pierced in the wall of the building.
And I knew that if I put his head on the floor, I could see a few trees through a small gap under the side door.
With just that alone, he was able to escape from the anxiety and fear that were associated with him. He no longer screamed or knocked on doors or walls.
***
Yeon jeokha's daily life was extremely monotonous.
When he opened his eyes, he ate, bought, looked at the goods in the warehouse, ate, bought, and fell asleep again.
He occasionally searched the warehouse out of boredom.
The only thing the 6-year-old boy could do was extremely limited.
It is all about moving junk abandoned in the warehouse from one place to another and looking at it.
Even so, if you clutter up too much, you will have less space to walk around, so you have to be very careful.
Yeon Jeok-ha discovered ‘it’ when the wind permeating the warehouse gradually became cooler.
It's about time.
At the very bottom of the clutter lay something huge made of bronze.
He whimpered and pulled it out.
It was like a mirror, all covered with rust and grime.
Upon closer examination, the words ‘Gucheon Hyeonnyeokyung’ were engraved on the back.
Without much thought, he started wiping with a cloth.
It doesn't even clean well no matter how old it is.
However, Yeonjeokha was in no hurry. It's because time is all over the place anyway.
Wiping the mirror was quite a chore, and I was sweating profusely. Even so, the serial killer didn't stop doing it like a person possessed by something.
Winter passed and spring came again.
It was only then that he was able to peel off the old grime of the mirror he was dating.
As I polished the surface of the mirror to a shine, I saw a small child.
The seven-year-old sister waved his hand with an innocent face.
"hi?"
The child in the mirror waves along.
He looked closely at his own reflection in the mirror.
The bronze mirror was strangely clear enough to see what was contained in the eyes.
A sigh escaped his lips as he blinked his eyes a few times for fun.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
