Chapter 12: Moyong Sang-ah’s Rascal Fiance (1)
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Chapter 12: Moyong Sang-ah’s Rascal Fiance (1)
[When did you start knowing?]
Moyong Sang-ahs voice suddenly pierced through my ears. It wasnt like hearing a normal voice; it was more akin to listening to an online instructor through kernel earphones.
[Its telepathy. A martial arts technique that prevents others from overhearing.]
So this was telepathy. Abbreviated as such, this technique was born in martial arts novels to communicate secretly with someone.
Experiencing a technique Id only read about in novels was amazing. This was what it felt like.
Lets continue the test. I will write down all the questions on paper from now on.
I wrote what I originally intended to say, not the test content, on the paper.
I found out the day I met the young lady.
[How is that possible?]
It was finally time to lend credibility to my story.
Among the young ladys entourage, someone reacted to this.
I then pulled a beautifully crafted silver ring from my pocket.
[Whats that?]
A ring made of pure Jangbaek silver, a relic of my mother. It especially reacts to the evil aura of the Demonic Sect.
[Jangbaek silver, Ive heard of it. Its so precious that not even 100 times its weight in gold could procure it.]
I hadnt realized it was so valuable. I had thought it was just a convenient plot device without any significant backstory.
I thought something was off. A high-status person from the Central Plains marrying into a barbarian family from the East.
[The Kang family also has high status. Theres no need to belittle yourself.]
She was defending Kang Yun-hos family. Was my favorability with her growing? That was a good sign. I nodded and wrote again.
The more I delved into young lady Sang-ahs circumstances, the odder they seemed. I suspected she might be caught in a conspiracy. When the young lady arrived, some members of your entourage reacted to my mothers relic.
[There was a follower of the Demonic Sect among the people my brother sent.]
At that moment, all my doubts were resolved.
[But you didnt have to say those things to me.]
Moyong Sang-ah criticized the harsh words she had heard back then. She still hadnt let go of her suspicions.
It was to marry you.
[Me?]
Im a rascal who loves alcohol and gambling. But Im not a scoundrel who mistreats women. I thought someone from your entourage would report my behavior. And if Moyong Bi thought his sister was going to have an unhappy marriage, he would hasten it. Thats exactly what happened.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
I was a Joseon rascal but kind to women. I subtly made my appeal.
[Why do you have to marry me?]
Didnt she look at herself in the mirror? A panelist who had been advocating bachelorism for over 20 years on debate shows would immediately agree to marry if it were her.
I wanted to help.
[I didnt need help. Instead, Im in danger of even losing the Changbongdae because of you.]
I sighed softly, as if immersed in my role, and looked at her with pity.
Do you really think so? Your father, who gave you this opportunity, is suffering from the poison of the Demonic Sect. Your brother, who was your inferior in martial arts, has now surpassed you. The people who supported you now support Moyong Bi. Changbongdae? Whether such a guard unit exists or not, is that important to you?
Moyong Sang-ahs eyelids fluttered as if holding back anger. I didnt wait for her reply and wrote my next words.
Your fate was sealed the moment the Demonic Sect entered the Moyong family.
Get a grip on reality. Were you everything just because youre pretty? Seeing the fact-bombing writing, Moyong Sang-ahs eyes glinted.
[Then what do you expect me to do? Everyone who supported me turned away, and those who supported me till the end met with suspicious deaths. My father cant wake up, and the Murim Alliance is of no help!!]
Im here.
For a moment, his words were like a warm ray of sunshine in Moyong Sang-ahs cold, wounded heart.
[You being here, what difference does it make?]
But she was tired of relying on such faint hopes. Her heart, too deeply wounded, tried to ignore that warmth.
Everything. Theres a saying in Joseon that if you have money, you can even command ghosts. With money, you can gain masters, power, and trust. With the wealth of the Kang family, we can take over the Moyong Family and eradicate the followers of the Demonic Sect.
[You cant buy the trust of martial artists with money.]
The only reason you cant buy something is that you havent offered enough money.
She had never heard such arrogant words before. But if the person saying them was on her side, it was a different story.
Really, with the Young Masters will and wealth, it might be possible. As the saying went in Joseon, if you had money, you could even command ghosts. But there was one major flaw in his words.
[Even if that were possible, wouldnt it mean the Kang family is using me to swallow up the Moyong Family? If I become an outsider after marriage, such a plan would be useless.]
Ill grant you a divorce.
Kang Yun-hos words pierced deeply into Moyong Sang-ahs heart. They were so unexpected that she had to respond.
[Did you say divorce?]
Here, even if husbands hated their wives, they would not divorce. They just used separate rooms or took concubines.
A husband offering a divorce was a statement rarely made. While a husband could decide on a divorce, it implied that the man was pitiful, unable to handle his wife and was running away.
But Kang Yun-ho was willing to bear such a stigma to offer her a divorce.
The head of the Moyong Family should be you. How can we hand over the house to these evil demons? Ill bet everything I have to drive out the followers of the Demonic Sect from the Moyong Family. After everything is over, Ill divorce you without regrets and return the Moyong Family to you.
In Kang Yun-hos determined eyes, Moyong Sang-ah felt his sincerity.
Yes.
In fact, she might have already given up in her heart.
She pretended to be resolute in front of the Changbongdae, but she knew she couldnt alter the already slanted situation. She couldnt heal her father. She couldnt exact revenge on those who died in her support.
To keep from falling apart under this reality, she fought hard, but despair was slowly overtaking Moyong Sang-ah.
Even if the marriage ended in vain, what would change?
She hadnt confessed to anyone, but her anxiety and despair were mounting.
It was her own problem, yet she longed to abandon herself.
The one who hadnt abandoned her wasnt herself, her family, or her subordinates
[Young Master.]
It was her fianc.
[If you are mistaken, Young Master, you could be executed. Why would you, who have never learned martial arts, concoct such a perilous scheme? I need to know your true motive.]
He paused for a moment, then began to write his response with deliberate care.
I was born the son of an interpreter and became versed in the language and commercial customs of the Central Plains. But let me reveal something.
She had read books hanging in the market streets.
Tales of noble swordsmen from distinguished families confronting evil.
But the reality was different. Even noble families didnt rise against injustice with their swords. They only unsheathed their blades against those who threatened themselves or their lineage.
A hero was nothing more than a legend in tales.
That was her belief.
With a wide smile at his younger self,
He revealed the remainder of his message.
What finer venture is there than rescuing a damsel in distress?
Here, she had found her own hero.
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Chapter 12: Moyong Sang-ah’s Rascal Fiance (1)
[When did you start knowing?]
Moyong Sang-ahs voice suddenly pierced through my ears. It wasnt like hearing a normal voice; it was more akin to listening to an online instructor through kernel earphones.
[Its telepathy. A martial arts technique that prevents others from overhearing.]
So this was telepathy. Abbreviated as such, this technique was born in martial arts novels to communicate secretly with someone.
Experiencing a technique Id only read about in novels was amazing. This was what it felt like.
Lets continue the test. I will write down all the questions on paper from now on.
I wrote what I originally intended to say, not the test content, on the paper.
I found out the day I met the young lady.
[How is that possible?]
It was finally time to lend credibility to my story.
Among the young ladys entourage, someone reacted to this.
I then pulled a beautifully crafted silver ring from my pocket.
[Whats that?]
A ring made of pure Jangbaek silver, a relic of my mother. It especially reacts to the evil aura of the Demonic Sect.
[Jangbaek silver, Ive heard of it. Its so precious that not even 100 times its weight in gold could procure it.]
I hadnt realized it was so valuable. I had thought it was just a convenient plot device without any significant backstory.
I thought something was off. A high-status person from the Central Plains marrying into a barbarian family from the East.
[The Kang family also has high status. Theres no need to belittle yourself.]
She was defending Kang Yun-hos family. Was my favorability with her growing? That was a good sign. I nodded and wrote again.
The more I delved into young lady Sang-ahs circumstances, the odder they seemed. I suspected she might be caught in a conspiracy. When the young lady arrived, some members of your entourage reacted to my mothers relic.
[There was a follower of the Demonic Sect among the people my brother sent.]
At that moment, all my doubts were resolved.
[But you didnt have to say those things to me.]
Moyong Sang-ah criticized the harsh words she had heard back then. She still hadnt let go of her suspicions.
It was to marry you.
[Me?]
Im a rascal who loves alcohol and gambling. But Im not a scoundrel who mistreats women. I thought someone from your entourage would report my behavior. And if Moyong Bi thought his sister was going to have an unhappy marriage, he would hasten it. Thats exactly what happened.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
I was a Joseon rascal but kind to women. I subtly made my appeal.
[Why do you have to marry me?]
Didnt she look at herself in the mirror? A panelist who had been advocating bachelorism for over 20 years on debate shows would immediately agree to marry if it were her.
I wanted to help.
[I didnt need help. Instead, Im in danger of even losing the Changbongdae because of you.]
I sighed softly, as if immersed in my role, and looked at her with pity.
Do you really think so? Your father, who gave you this opportunity, is suffering from the poison of the Demonic Sect. Your brother, who was your inferior in martial arts, has now surpassed you. The people who supported you now support Moyong Bi. Changbongdae? Whether such a guard unit exists or not, is that important to you?
Moyong Sang-ahs eyelids fluttered as if holding back anger. I didnt wait for her reply and wrote my next words.
Your fate was sealed the moment the Demonic Sect entered the Moyong family.
Get a grip on reality. Were you everything just because youre pretty? Seeing the fact-bombing writing, Moyong Sang-ahs eyes glinted.
[Then what do you expect me to do? Everyone who supported me turned away, and those who supported me till the end met with suspicious deaths. My father cant wake up, and the Murim Alliance is of no help!!]
Im here.
For a moment, his words were like a warm ray of sunshine in Moyong Sang-ahs cold, wounded heart.
[You being here, what difference does it make?]
But she was tired of relying on such faint hopes. Her heart, too deeply wounded, tried to ignore that warmth.
Everything. Theres a saying in Joseon that if you have money, you can even command ghosts. With money, you can gain masters, power, and trust. With the wealth of the Kang family, we can take over the Moyong Family and eradicate the followers of the Demonic Sect.
[You cant buy the trust of martial artists with money.]
The only reason you cant buy something is that you havent offered enough money.
She had never heard such arrogant words before. But if the person saying them was on her side, it was a different story.
Really, with the Young Masters will and wealth, it might be possible. As the saying went in Joseon, if you had money, you could even command ghosts. But there was one major flaw in his words.
[Even if that were possible, wouldnt it mean the Kang family is using me to swallow up the Moyong Family? If I become an outsider after marriage, such a plan would be useless.]
Ill grant you a divorce.
Kang Yun-hos words pierced deeply into Moyong Sang-ahs heart. They were so unexpected that she had to respond.
[Did you say divorce?]
Here, even if husbands hated their wives, they would not divorce. They just used separate rooms or took concubines.
A husband offering a divorce was a statement rarely made. While a husband could decide on a divorce, it implied that the man was pitiful, unable to handle his wife and was running away.
But Kang Yun-ho was willing to bear such a stigma to offer her a divorce.
The head of the Moyong Family should be you. How can we hand over the house to these evil demons? Ill bet everything I have to drive out the followers of the Demonic Sect from the Moyong Family. After everything is over, Ill divorce you without regrets and return the Moyong Family to you.
In Kang Yun-hos determined eyes, Moyong Sang-ah felt his sincerity.
Yes.
In fact, she might have already given up in her heart.
She pretended to be resolute in front of the Changbongdae, but she knew she couldnt alter the already slanted situation. She couldnt heal her father. She couldnt exact revenge on those who died in her support.
To keep from falling apart under this reality, she fought hard, but despair was slowly overtaking Moyong Sang-ah.
Even if the marriage ended in vain, what would change?
She hadnt confessed to anyone, but her anxiety and despair were mounting.
It was her own problem, yet she longed to abandon herself.
The one who hadnt abandoned her wasnt herself, her family, or her subordinates
[Young Master.]
It was her fianc.
[If you are mistaken, Young Master, you could be executed. Why would you, who have never learned martial arts, concoct such a perilous scheme? I need to know your true motive.]
He paused for a moment, then began to write his response with deliberate care.
I was born the son of an interpreter and became versed in the language and commercial customs of the Central Plains. But let me reveal something.
She had read books hanging in the market streets.
Tales of noble swordsmen from distinguished families confronting evil.
But the reality was different. Even noble families didnt rise against injustice with their swords. They only unsheathed their blades against those who threatened themselves or their lineage.
A hero was nothing more than a legend in tales.
That was her belief.
With a wide smile at his younger self,
He revealed the remainder of his message.
What finer venture is there than rescuing a damsel in distress?
Here, she had found her own hero.
Chapter 12: Moyong Sang-ah's Rascal Fiance 1When did you start knowing?Moyong Sang-ahs voice suddenly pierced through my ears. It wasnt like hearing a normal voice; it was more akin to listening to an online instructor through kernel earphones.Its telepathy. A martial arts technique that prevents others from overhearing.So this was telepathy. Abbreviated as such, this technique was born in martial arts novels to communicate secretly with someone.Experiencing a technique Id only read about in novels was amazing. This was what it felt like.Lets continue the test. I will write down all the questions on paper from now on.I wrote what I originally intended to say, not the test content, on the paper.I found out the day I met the young lady.How is that possible?It was finally time to lend credibility to my story.Among the young ladys entourage, someone reacted to this.I then pulled a beautifully crafted silver ring from my pocket.Whats that?A ring made of pure Jangbaek silver, a relic of my mother. It especially reacts to the evil aura of the Demonic Sect.Jangbaek silver, Ive heard of it. Its so precious that not even 100 times its weight in gold could procure it.I hadnt realized it was so valuable. I had thought it was just a convenient plot device without any significant backstory.I thought something was off. A high-status person from the Central Plains marrying into a barbarian family from the East.The Kang family also has high status. Theres no need to belittle yourself.She was defending Kang Yun-hos family. Was my favorability with her growing? That was a good sign. I nodded and wrote again.The more I delved into young lady Sang-ahs circumstances, the odder they seemed. I suspected she might be caught in a conspiracy. When the young lady arrived, some members of your entourage reacted to my mothers relic.There was a follower of the Demonic Sect among the people my brother sent.At that moment, all my doubts were resolved.But you didnt have to say those things to me.Moyong Sang-ah criticized the harsh words she had heard back then. She still hadnt let go of her suspicions.It was to marry you.Me?Im a rascal who loves alcohol and gambling. But Im not a scoundrel who mistreats women. I thought someone from your entourage would report my behavior. And if Moyong Bi thought his sister was going to have an unhappy marriage, he would hasten it. Thats exactly what happened.Read latest chapters at novelbin.com OnlyI was a Joseon rascal but kind to women. I subtly made my appeal.Why do you have to marry me?Didnt she look at herself in the mirror? A panelist who had been advocating bachelorism for over 20 years on debate shows would immediately agree to marry if it were her.I wanted to help.I didnt need help. Instead, Im in danger of even losing the Changbongdae because of you.I sighed softly, as if immersed in my role, and looked at her with pity.Do you really think so? Your father, who gave you this opportunity, is suffering from the poison of the Demonic Sect. Your brother, who was your inferior in martial arts, has now surpassed you. The people who supported you now support Moyong Bi. Changbongdae? Whether such a guard unit exists or not, is that important to you?Moyong Sang-ahs eyelids fluttered as if holding back anger. I didnt wait for her reply and wrote my next words.Your fate was sealed the moment the Demonic Sect entered the Moyong family.Get a grip on reality. Were you everything just because youre pretty? Seeing the fact-bombing writing, Moyong Sang-ahs eyes glinted.Then what do you expect me to do? Everyone who supported me turned away, and those who supported me till the end met with suspicious deaths. My father cant wake up, and the Murim Alliance is of no help!!Im here.For a moment, his words were like a warm ray of sunshine in Moyong Sang-ahs cold, wounded heart.You being here, what difference does it make?But she was tired of relying on such faint hopes. Her heart, too deeply wounded, tried to ignore that warmth.Everything. Theres a saying in Joseon that if you have money, you can even command ghosts. With money, you can gain masters, power, and trust. With the wealth of the Kang family, we can take over the Moyong Family and eradicate the followers of the Demonic Sect.You cant buy the trust of martial artists with money.The only reason you cant buy something is that you havent offered enough money.She had never heard such arrogant words before. But if the person saying them was on her side, it was a different story.Really, with the Young Masters will and wealth, it might be possible. As the saying went in Joseon, if you had money, you could even command ghosts. But there was one major flaw in his words.Even if that were possible, wouldnt it mean the Kang family is using me to swallow up the Moyong Family? If I become an outsider after marriage, such a plan would be useless.Ill grant you a divorce.Kang Yun-hos words pierced deeply into Moyong Sang-ahs heart. They were so unexpected that she had to respond.Did you say divorce?Here, even if husbands hated their wives, they would not divorce. They just used separate rooms or took concubines.A husband offering a divorce was a statement rarely made. While a husband could decide on a divorce, it implied that the man was pitiful, unable to handle his wife and was running away.But Kang Yun-ho was willing to bear such a stigma to offer her a divorce.The head of the Moyong Family should be you. How can we hand over the house to these evil demons? Ill bet everything I have to drive out the followers of the Demonic Sect from the Moyong Family. After everything is over, Ill divorce you without regrets and return the Moyong Family to you.In Kang Yun-hos determined eyes, Moyong Sang-ah felt his sincerity.Yes.In fact, she might have already given up in her heart.She pretended to be resolute in front of the Changbongdae, but she knew she couldnt alter the already slanted situation. She couldnt heal her father. She couldnt exact revenge on those who died in her support.To keep from falling apart under this reality, she fought hard, but despair was slowly overtaking Moyong Sang-ah.Even if the marriage ended in vain, what would change?She hadnt confessed to anyone, but her anxiety and despair were mounting.It was her own problem, yet she longed to abandon herself.The one who hadnt abandoned her wasnt herself, her family, or her subordinatesYoung Master.It was her fianc.If you are mistaken, Young Master, you could be executed. Why would you, who have never learned martial arts, concoct such a perilous scheme? I need to know your true motive.He paused for a moment, then began to write his response with deliberate care.I was born the son of an interpreter and became versed in the language and commercial customs of the Central Plains. But let me reveal something.She had read books hanging in the market streets.Tales of noble swordsmen from distinguished families confronting evil.But the reality was different. Even noble families didnt rise against injustice with their swords. They only unsheathed their blades against those who threatened themselves or their lineage.A hero was nothing more than a legend in tales.That was her belief.With a wide smile at his younger self,He revealed the remainder of his message.What finer venture is there than rescuing a damsel in distress?Here, she had found her own hero.
