"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 9 - read people's minds
Luoyang eastern side language.
Waryongjang.
It was early evening the next day when the warriors of the White Tigers found out that Yeonjeokha had fled. Samurai, who had been carrying a food basket as usual, found a side door that had fallen off.
"what! Did the enemy break down the door and run away?”
Yeon Moo-dok, the commander of Waryongjang, jumped up from his seat.
The head of the Baekhodae, Baek Jeong-gi lowered his head.
“Judging from the fact that the side door was fine until last night, it seems that they escaped during that time.”
"Are you saying it's already been a day?"
"That's right."
"How could that little guy run away when the White Tigers are guarding it!"
“I have no face. It seems to have loosened up a bit after 10 years of not doing anything special.”
In the past ten years, they have not tried to escape even once. It was true that the wind had loosened the boundaries around the warehouse.
Yeonmu-dok, the commander-in-chief, was curious about the reaction of Baek Mi-joo, who controls Waryongjang.
“What did the old woman say?”
The corners of Baekho Daedaeju Baek Jeong-gi’s mouth went up slightly.
Unlike the Yeon clan, there was no one in Baekhodae who did not know the relationship between Hyeonmudok and Baekmiju.
“He told me to search up to three days away from Eonsa.”
"hmm! three days... … .”
“Three days feels like too much. Since he is a child who is far from martial arts, he would not have been able to escape his speech.”
“It is, but… … .”
Haze poison has a somewhat stern face.
It was only natural that Waryongjang and his private parts would be exposed.
“What do you do if you don’t find it after looking for it?”
In fact, he, the commander-in-chief and uncle, did not mean to ask the commander of the Baekhodae. As much as that, it was Baek Mi-ju and Baek Ho-dae that controlled Waryongjang.
“You said you would do it as a runaway.”
The haze poison nodded his head as if he knew.
"Then I'm done."
The butcher stood up, bowed silently, and left.
Haze poison, which had been standing in a daze for a while, collapsed into its seat.
“I heard Mubaek and Namgung’s guests are coming… … . You didn’t use your hands before that, did you?”
Yeon Mu-baek, who went to the Namgung family ten years ago, is returning after a long training.
It doesn't matter as long as the smoke is coming.
The problem is that Namgung's children are coming with Yeon mubaek.
If the fact that they imprisoned the enemy for ten years is exposed, Waryongjang loses face. Due to Baek Mi-joo's personality, it would have been difficult to tolerate that.
'Did they take care of the load before they came?'
“Hmm!”
A groan escaped from the haze poison's mouth.
If she was the white rice wine he knew, she was a woman who would remain.
The Baekhodae were people who even pretended to die if it was Baekmiju's order.
Breaking down the side door and saying that the enemy ran away isn't even a thing!
When I thought that the enemy had died, I felt remorse in my conscience.
"ha! big brother, little sister-in-law. I'm sorry. If I go to the underworld, I will kneel down and apologize.”
Haze poison apologized to the dead for a moment and shook off his thoughts about the enemy.
Because the dead are dead and the living must live. After Baek Mi-joo took full power, his position shrank even more, and he was no more than a butler.
It goes without saying, but the commander-in-chief, Yeonmu-dok, did not devote his energy and energy to the search for his runaway nephew. It's because I think it's an act to show off to others anyway.
Three days have passed since then.
The warriors of Baekhodae and Waryongjang, who had been wandering around the neighborhood, returned empty-handed.
Baek Mi-joo fussed about not being able to find that little child, but that was the end.
In fact, Baek Mi-joo thought that even if Yeon Jeok-ha was alive, her life would be over. There's nothing a child who's been locked up in a warehouse for ten years since he was six can do.
***
Seven days after Yeon Jeok-ha ran away.
The gate of Waryongjang, which had been firmly closed, opened wide after a long time.
Baek Mi-joo was as busy as on the day when the Namgung family welcomed guests ten years ago.
and around noon.
A carriage stopped in front of Waryongjang.
After getting off the wagon, the man and the woman did not go straight into Waryongjang, but looked around her.
She said as the blue cloud sword Namgungcheon stretched her.
“Oops! It's a limb. My cuticles are all sore. Yeon priest, what are you doing without going in quickly and saying hello?”
Hyeonmu Baek, now grown, muttered as he stroked his black beard.
“Sahyung, I thought Waryongjang was really big, but I’m surprised by how small it is.”
“Stop freaking out. Now that the priest has returned, they will become the greatest warrior family in Luoyang.”
Then, the smoke bag laughed heartily.
"haha! Is it a cat? no. My goal is to become Hennen's best martial artist.”
“Being a loser in a province is not something you do alone. Do you know that Moorim's Sega is made so easily? Isn't it? Should I open it?”
Namgungyeon did not respond to Namgungcheon's words.
With her plaintive eyes, she just swept the low wall of Waryongjang.
The gatekeeper who spotted the man and the woman rushed inside.
After a while, the Yeon family poured out from the main house, starting with white rice wine.
Baek Mi-joo's eyes widened as she discovered the haze bag from afar.
Even at a glance, the youth performance bag felt the appearance of a young master.
Baek Mi-joo, who grew up in a samurai family, noticed at once that her eldest son had returned as a master.
“Mubaek!”
At Baek Mi-joo’s call, Yeon Mu-baek hurriedly ran and bowed.
“Mother, I came back after studying for 10 years as a child.”
The face of Hyeonmu Baek, who erected his waist, was full of pride.
It is only natural that he practiced martial arts for as much as ten years in the Namgung family, who are said to be the best among the Murim family.
“Good job, my son. Aren’t those who came with us precious guests of Namgung Sega?”
Baek Mi-joo's eyes quickly swept Namgungcheon and Namgung yeon.
I knew right away that they were the son and daughter of Namgung Byeok, as the features of ten years ago remained on their faces.
Twenty-eight-year-old Namgung-cheon looked like an unbeatable master like Yeonmu-ryong in his youth. In fact, there was no one in Jianghu who did not know the nickname of Qingyun Sword.
The beautiful lady standing next to him is 18-year-old Nam Gung-yeon. Her curvaceous figure makes even a woman like her look envious.
Namgungcheon bowed politely and greeted them.
“Auntie, it’s a thousand.”
“… … .”
Namgungyeon silently bowed, but she did not open her mouth.
Baek Mi-joo, who was admiring her flower-like beauty, laughed when he belatedly recalled Namgoong-yeon's eccentric personality. She did that even ten years ago, and nothing seems to have changed.
Yeon Seung-baek and Speaker Joo, who were standing behind Baek Mi-joo, stepped forward.
"older brother."
"Brother."
Haze Baek smiled and nodded his head.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. I'm glad everyone looks healthy. Seungbaek, have you made any progress with the Nine Heavenly Sword?"
“All right. How is your brother?”
“With the help of my uncle, I was able to achieve my physical education. My uncle said he would reach 10 stars within the next 10 years... … . I don't know how.”
Yeon Seung-baek’s mouth dropped open at the word “yook-seong” already.
“Yuk Sung? omg!"
When his father Yeon Mu-ryong went to Murim, he was told that he was in the old castle. Since Yeonmu Baek's age is twenty-four, it can be said to be an achievement similar to his father's, who was called Gigi. The revival of Waryongjang, which his mother longed for, is also coming soon.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching the conversation between her brothers with her proud face, made a fuss about her.
“Hey, look at my mind. Come on, let's go inside. Your nieces and nephews should go inside too.”
Baek Mi-joo seemed to respect her nieces and nephews as if they were her master, weighed down by the name of her male palace family.
She looked at her Namgung yeon with an awkward face.
Surprisingly, Namgung-yeon did not change her expression as if it were natural.
'Why is she a child who hates me bowing to her?'
Namgung cheon, who had tilted her head, is about to move her steps.
Namgungyeon grabbed her by the collar of Namgung cheon.
Namgungcheon flinched and looked back at her Namgung yeon.
Namgungyeon's eyes looked at Yeon mubaek, Yeon seungbaek, and Yeoyeonju in turn, and then she turned back to Namgung Cheon.
It was only then that Namgungcheon knew her brother's will.
“Auntie, don’t you see her youngest brother?”
Namgungcheon did not remember the name of her fourth child.
A sigh escaped her mouth.
"ha! She ran away from home a few days ago. Something. She might have been stimulated by the fact that her eldest brother had succeeded. … . She's been sitting in her room doing nothing.”
“Are you going to leave?”
Namgungcheon didn't find her strange.
It is because she has the experience of running away from home once even if she is herself right now.
But at that moment, she heard a chill.
I was surprised to see that Namgung-yeon was spewing murderous spirits from her entire body!
Namgungcheon hurriedly comforted her brother's shoulder.
"haha! Yuna. don't be too surprised Didn't I also run away from home?”
"joy!"
At Namgoongyeon's cynicism, Yeonmu Baek flinched and trembled her shoulders this time.
“Sa, sister, what’s wrong?”
Right now, the haze bag felt like its heart sank.
Her sister-in-law, Namgoong-yeon, is four years younger than him, but her martial arts are as different as heaven and earth. She tells her that he is no match for her.
Her only death penalty, her Namgung 10 million, can afford her.
However, Namgungcheon is someone who would even pretend to die if it were her sister's words. After all, she means that when Namgung-yeon gets angry, she can't stop anyone.
'Why is the sister-in-law doing that? She's a person who goes through years once she goes wrong... … .’
To be honest, it was Namgungyeon who was difficult for Yeonmubaek due to the different Namgung walls.
In her Namjik Ryeseong, her nickname is Hwa-Yong Dok-Shim. She is nicknamed because she reads people's minds with a face as beautiful as a flower.
Some people scoff at her reticence, saying that she is 'silent like a flower', but she nods her head only for her readiness to 'read people's minds'.
However, she didn't even pay attention to Namgoongyeon and Yeonmubaek.
Meanwhile, Baek Mi-joo had no choice but to stop her steps at Nam Gung-yeon's sudden cynicism.
'Why is that half-penny?'
Come to think of it, she seems to have been as perverse as she is now even at her young age ten years ago.
Baek Mi-joo asked with a smile on her face.
“Yeon nephew, is there anything you don’t like? Please tell me if there is.”
Namgungcheon replaced Namgungyeon.
“Haha, it seems she was surprised to hear that her youngest child had run away. Don't mind too much. Our kite is like this at home sometimes.”
But his excuses didn't help much.
'Fast. A worthless year. Our WaryongjangHow insignificant he looked, he would do the same thing he used to do at home!'
Baek Mi-joo tried to speak calmly while grinding her teeth inwardly.
“It can be. I was also surprised that the enemy ran away. I don't know what the kids of that age are thinking... … . Of course, there are things that I lack because I am not my biological mother.”
Baek Mi-joo, who looked at her for a moment, continued with her sorrowful face.
“For a few days after that, I let people lose and searched the Eonsa area like teeth… … .”
It wasn't until Baek Mi-joo's words were finished.
Suddenly, Namgung-yeon brushed Baek Mi-joo and went inside the gate.
Embarrassed, Namgungcheon hurriedly followed her brother.
Belatedly, Baek Mi-joo and the Yeon family rushed into the house.
Baek Mi-joo glared at the back of Namgung-yeon's head with her ferocious eyes. It was like that ten years ago, and even now, that child still seems to be hostile towards him.
Maybe it's not compatible like this!
Let alone accepting her as her daughter-in-law, it seems difficult to get along with her.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 9 - read people's minds
Luoyang eastern side language.
Waryongjang.
It was early evening the next day when the warriors of the White Tigers found out that Yeonjeokha had fled. Samurai, who had been carrying a food basket as usual, found a side door that had fallen off.
"what! Did the enemy break down the door and run away?”
Yeon Moo-dok, the commander of Waryongjang, jumped up from his seat.
The head of the Baekhodae, Baek Jeong-gi lowered his head.
“Judging from the fact that the side door was fine until last night, it seems that they escaped during that time.”
"Are you saying it's already been a day?"
"That's right."
"How could that little guy run away when the White Tigers are guarding it!"
“I have no face. It seems to have loosened up a bit after 10 years of not doing anything special.”
In the past ten years, they have not tried to escape even once. It was true that the wind had loosened the boundaries around the warehouse.
Yeonmu-dok, the commander-in-chief, was curious about the reaction of Baek Mi-joo, who controls Waryongjang.
“What did the old woman say?”
The corners of Baekho Daedaeju Baek Jeong-gi’s mouth went up slightly.
Unlike the Yeon clan, there was no one in Baekhodae who did not know the relationship between Hyeonmudok and Baekmiju.
“He told me to search up to three days away from Eonsa.”
"hmm! three days... … .”
“Three days feels like too much. Since he is a child who is far from martial arts, he would not have been able to escape his speech.”
“It is, but… … .”
Haze poison has a somewhat stern face.
It was only natural that Waryongjang and his private parts would be exposed.
“What do you do if you don’t find it after looking for it?”
In fact, he, the commander-in-chief and uncle, did not mean to ask the commander of the Baekhodae. As much as that, it was Baek Mi-ju and Baek Ho-dae that controlled Waryongjang.
“You said you would do it as a runaway.”
The haze poison nodded his head as if he knew.
"Then I'm done."
The butcher stood up, bowed silently, and left.
Haze poison, which had been standing in a daze for a while, collapsed into its seat.
“I heard Mubaek and Namgung’s guests are coming… … . You didn’t use your hands before that, did you?”
Yeon Mu-baek, who went to the Namgung family ten years ago, is returning after a long training.
It doesn't matter as long as the smoke is coming.
The problem is that Namgung's children are coming with Yeon mubaek.
If the fact that they imprisoned the enemy for ten years is exposed, Waryongjang loses face. Due to Baek Mi-joo's personality, it would have been difficult to tolerate that.
'Did they take care of the load before they came?'
“Hmm!”
A groan escaped from the haze poison's mouth.
If she was the white rice wine he knew, she was a woman who would remain.
The Baekhodae were people who even pretended to die if it was Baekmiju's order.
Breaking down the side door and saying that the enemy ran away isn't even a thing!
When I thought that the enemy had died, I felt remorse in my conscience.
"ha! big brother, little sister-in-law. I'm sorry. If I go to the underworld, I will kneel down and apologize.”
Haze poison apologized to the dead for a moment and shook off his thoughts about the enemy.
Because the dead are dead and the living must live. After Baek Mi-joo took full power, his position shrank even more, and he was no more than a butler.
It goes without saying, but the commander-in-chief, Yeonmu-dok, did not devote his energy and energy to the search for his runaway nephew. It's because I think it's an act to show off to others anyway.
Three days have passed since then.
The warriors of Baekhodae and Waryongjang, who had been wandering around the neighborhood, returned empty-handed.
Baek Mi-joo fussed about not being able to find that little child, but that was the end.
In fact, Baek Mi-joo thought that even if Yeon Jeok-ha was alive, her life would be over. There's nothing a child who's been locked up in a warehouse for ten years since he was six can do.
***
Seven days after Yeon Jeok-ha ran away.
The gate of Waryongjang, which had been firmly closed, opened wide after a long time.
Baek Mi-joo was as busy as on the day when the Namgung family welcomed guests ten years ago.
and around noon.
A carriage stopped in front of Waryongjang.
After getting off the wagon, the man and the woman did not go straight into Waryongjang, but looked around her.
She said as the blue cloud sword Namgungcheon stretched her.
“Oops! It's a limb. My cuticles are all sore. Yeon priest, what are you doing without going in quickly and saying hello?”
Hyeonmu Baek, now grown, muttered as he stroked his black beard.
“Sahyung, I thought Waryongjang was really big, but I’m surprised by how small it is.”
“Stop freaking out. Now that the priest has returned, they will become the greatest warrior family in Luoyang.”
Then, the smoke bag laughed heartily.
"haha! Is it a cat? no. My goal is to become Hennen's best martial artist.”
“Being a loser in a province is not something you do alone. Do you know that Moorim's Sega is made so easily? Isn't it? Should I open it?”
Namgungyeon did not respond to Namgungcheon's words.
With her plaintive eyes, she just swept the low wall of Waryongjang.
The gatekeeper who spotted the man and the woman rushed inside.
After a while, the Yeon family poured out from the main house, starting with white rice wine.
Baek Mi-joo's eyes widened as she discovered the haze bag from afar.
Even at a glance, the youth performance bag felt the appearance of a young master.
Baek Mi-joo, who grew up in a samurai family, noticed at once that her eldest son had returned as a master.
“Mubaek!”
At Baek Mi-joo’s call, Yeon Mu-baek hurriedly ran and bowed.
“Mother, I came back after studying for 10 years as a child.”
The face of Hyeonmu Baek, who erected his waist, was full of pride.
It is only natural that he practiced martial arts for as much as ten years in the Namgung family, who are said to be the best among the Murim family.
“Good job, my son. Aren’t those who came with us precious guests of Namgung Sega?”
Baek Mi-joo's eyes quickly swept Namgungcheon and Namgung yeon.
I knew right away that they were the son and daughter of Namgung Byeok, as the features of ten years ago remained on their faces.
Twenty-eight-year-old Namgung-cheon looked like an unbeatable master like Yeonmu-ryong in his youth. In fact, there was no one in Jianghu who did not know the nickname of Qingyun Sword.
The beautiful lady standing next to him is 18-year-old Nam Gung-yeon. Her curvaceous figure makes even a woman like her look envious.
Namgungcheon bowed politely and greeted them.
“Auntie, it’s a thousand.”
“… … .”
Namgungyeon silently bowed, but she did not open her mouth.
Baek Mi-joo, who was admiring her flower-like beauty, laughed when he belatedly recalled Namgoong-yeon's eccentric personality. She did that even ten years ago, and nothing seems to have changed.
Yeon Seung-baek and Speaker Joo, who were standing behind Baek Mi-joo, stepped forward.
"older brother."
"Brother."
Haze Baek smiled and nodded his head.
“Yeah, it’s been a while. I'm glad everyone looks healthy. Seungbaek, have you made any progress with the Nine Heavenly Sword?"
“All right. How is your brother?”
“With the help of my uncle, I was able to achieve my physical education. My uncle said he would reach 10 stars within the next 10 years... … . I don't know how.”
Yeon Seung-baek’s mouth dropped open at the word “yook-seong” already.
“Yuk Sung? omg!"
When his father Yeon Mu-ryong went to Murim, he was told that he was in the old castle. Since Yeonmu Baek's age is twenty-four, it can be said to be an achievement similar to his father's, who was called Gigi. The revival of Waryongjang, which his mother longed for, is also coming soon.
Baek Mi-joo, who was watching the conversation between her brothers with her proud face, made a fuss about her.
“Hey, look at my mind. Come on, let's go inside. Your nieces and nephews should go inside too.”
Baek Mi-joo seemed to respect her nieces and nephews as if they were her master, weighed down by the name of her male palace family.
She looked at her Namgung yeon with an awkward face.
Surprisingly, Namgung-yeon did not change her expression as if it were natural.
'Why is she a child who hates me bowing to her?'
Namgung cheon, who had tilted her head, is about to move her steps.
Namgungyeon grabbed her by the collar of Namgung cheon.
Namgungcheon flinched and looked back at her Namgung yeon.
Namgungyeon's eyes looked at Yeon mubaek, Yeon seungbaek, and Yeoyeonju in turn, and then she turned back to Namgung Cheon.
It was only then that Namgungcheon knew her brother's will.
“Auntie, don’t you see her youngest brother?”
Namgungcheon did not remember the name of her fourth child.
A sigh escaped her mouth.
"ha! She ran away from home a few days ago. Something. She might have been stimulated by the fact that her eldest brother had succeeded. … . She's been sitting in her room doing nothing.”
“Are you going to leave?”
Namgungcheon didn't find her strange.
It is because she has the experience of running away from home once even if she is herself right now.
But at that moment, she heard a chill.
I was surprised to see that Namgung-yeon was spewing murderous spirits from her entire body!
Namgungcheon hurriedly comforted her brother's shoulder.
"haha! Yuna. don't be too surprised Didn't I also run away from home?”
"joy!"
At Namgoongyeon's cynicism, Yeonmu Baek flinched and trembled her shoulders this time.
“Sa, sister, what’s wrong?”
Right now, the haze bag felt like its heart sank.
Her sister-in-law, Namgoong-yeon, is four years younger than him, but her martial arts are as different as heaven and earth. She tells her that he is no match for her.
Her only death penalty, her Namgung 10 million, can afford her.
However, Namgungcheon is someone who would even pretend to die if it were her sister's words. After all, she means that when Namgung-yeon gets angry, she can't stop anyone.
'Why is the sister-in-law doing that? She's a person who goes through years once she goes wrong... … .’
To be honest, it was Namgungyeon who was difficult for Yeonmubaek due to the different Namgung walls.
In her Namjik Ryeseong, her nickname is Hwa-Yong Dok-Shim. She is nicknamed because she reads people's minds with a face as beautiful as a flower.
Some people scoff at her reticence, saying that she is 'silent like a flower', but she nods her head only for her readiness to 'read people's minds'.
However, she didn't even pay attention to Namgoongyeon and Yeonmubaek.
Meanwhile, Baek Mi-joo had no choice but to stop her steps at Nam Gung-yeon's sudden cynicism.
'Why is that half-penny?'
Come to think of it, she seems to have been as perverse as she is now even at her young age ten years ago.
Baek Mi-joo asked with a smile on her face.
“Yeon nephew, is there anything you don’t like? Please tell me if there is.”
Namgungcheon replaced Namgungyeon.
“Haha, it seems she was surprised to hear that her youngest child had run away. Don't mind too much. Our kite is like this at home sometimes.”
But his excuses didn't help much.
'Fast. A worthless year. Our WaryongjangHow insignificant he looked, he would do the same thing he used to do at home!'
Baek Mi-joo tried to speak calmly while grinding her teeth inwardly.
“It can be. I was also surprised that the enemy ran away. I don't know what the kids of that age are thinking... … . Of course, there are things that I lack because I am not my biological mother.”
Baek Mi-joo, who looked at her for a moment, continued with her sorrowful face.
“For a few days after that, I let people lose and searched the Eonsa area like teeth… … .”
It wasn't until Baek Mi-joo's words were finished.
Suddenly, Namgung-yeon brushed Baek Mi-joo and went inside the gate.
Embarrassed, Namgungcheon hurriedly followed her brother.
Belatedly, Baek Mi-joo and the Yeon family rushed into the house.
Baek Mi-joo glared at the back of Namgung-yeon's head with her ferocious eyes. It was like that ten years ago, and even now, that child still seems to be hostile towards him.
Maybe it's not compatible like this!
Let alone accepting her as her daughter-in-law, it seems difficult to get along with her.
[T.L :- AgusTus]
