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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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“Absolutely not!!”
Jegal Yan stood in front of the Jegal family mansion’s gate, her hands on her hips, blocking Mancheon’s way.
“Why?”
Gwahae tilted her head, doesn’t know why Mancheon couldn’t come in.
“T-this… lusting after his younger sister…! This pervert! We can’t let him sleep in the house!”
Jegal Yan was firm, her face flushed as she eyed him warily.
It was a typical reaction for a well educated young lady from a noble family.
Even though Yeonhwa was his adopted daughter, they were related because she was his uncle’s daughter.
And since he had declared he would have three wives and four concubines, including his younger sister, he had no excuse for being despised.
But then again, his wise ancestors hadn’t practiced incest for the sake of their descendants, so… would it be alright if just one person did it? Maybe not.
Anyway, Gwahae didn’t back down against Jegal Yan’s blockade.
As if to show off, or to prevent him from escaping, she wrapped her arms around Mancheon’s, like a dragon coiling its tail around its treasure.
“From today on, Mancheon’s home is my room. I’m taking him with me.”
She pressed her body toward him, her blue eyes flashing.
“Y-you’re going to share a room?!”
Jegal Yan’s eyes went wide and she jumped at the bold and outrageous statement.
As she was at a loss for words…
“I was here earlier, too. What’s wrong with letting him sleep in the house? Let him in.”
Jegal Liang, the de facto head of the household, appeared behind Jegal Yan and casually gestured for them to enter.
“Grandfather!!”
Ignoring his startled granddaughter’s voice, he smiled broadly at his long lost Go friend.
An excellent Go opponent had walked right into his trap. It’d be unwise to turn him away.
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The granddaughter of the head of the Jegal family, the young lady of the main house.
If Mancheon married Gwahae, he would also gain authority within the Jegal family, similar to that of the main family.
So, the servants, knowing their place, provided the future son-in-law of the Jegal family with the best treatment.
“Dederoge~ Dederoge~ plump~ fluffy~ the ultimate happiness!”
Mancheon, who was in a good mood after a delicious meal and a warm bath, hummed a tune as he walked to the bedroom the servant had shown him.
Of course, it wasn’t Gwahae’s room.
They were no longer children.
The pleasant scent of Gwahae, the soft touch of her thighs, and the feel of her chest against his arm flashed through his mind.
“Hmm…”
He didn’t trust himself to hold back.
If Gwahae was his only lover, it wouldn’t matter, but he also had Yeonhwa. He had to be careful about his first experience.
To be honest, it was embarrassing, but… if the two of them fought seriously, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
‘I need to train harder…’
A weary sigh escaped his lips.
He didn’t hate training. He enjoyed it, but it was still hard.
Meditation was boring, and the more he practiced, the more he had to do.
Especially when he was training his external martial arts with his crippled leg,
sweat poured down like a waterfall, and he felt nauseous. He even wondered what he was doing this for.
But still, he enjoyed training.
The smiling faces of Gwahae, Yeonhwa, and Xiaoshao slowly flashed through his mind.
He moved his legs, leaning on his staff.
The number of people he wanted to protect was growing. He had to become stronger.
Ah… more… more stronger.
As he was amusing himself with these thoughts, he arrived at his bedroom.
He opened the door lightly, and…
“You’re late. Did you take too long in the bath?”
The eccentric old man, Jegal Liang, was waiting for him in his sleepwear. He slammed the door shut.
-Slam!
And it immediately opened again. Not from his side, but from the inside.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
Jegal Liang’s expectant gaze fell on Mancheon, who was standing in the doorway.
“We’ll start as soon as you come in. Hurry up.”
“What’s… starting?”
He had a rough idea, but he frowned and asked for confirmation. His guess was correct.
“A game of Go, of course!”
Jegal Liang stepped aside, and he saw a Go board, proudly displayed between the prepared futon.
No wonder they had fed him and treated him so well.
‘Teehee… there’s no such thing as a free lunch…’
He was a stubborn old man who loved Go.
Still, he had kept his promise to take care of Gwahae, and he was indebted to the old man for many things, so he sat down without complaint.
He took the black stones without hesitation and made the first move.
“Old man, I’m telling you in advance.”
That was it. He didn’t place any handicap stones. It was an even game.
“I’ve gotten a lot better. You’d better come at me seriously.”
And to be honest, he also wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“You arrogant brat… I’ll give you credit for your confidence.”
Though he said that, a pleasant smile played on Jegal Liang’s lips.
Further conversation was unnecessary.
Jegal Liang’s white stone was placed on the board.
Dual standby! The game began!!
In the quiet room, only the sound of the two players’ stones hitting the board echoed.
The Sima and Jegal families had not always been on bad terms.
After the deaths of Jegal Liang and Sima Yi, when Sima Yi’s son, Sima Zhao, became the King of Jin, Jegal Liang’s distant relative, Jegal Dan, a general of the Wei Dynasty, rebelled and fought against him.
Ironically, Sima Zhao’s son, Sima Yan, and Jegal Dan’s son, Jegal Jing, were childhood friends.
Jegal Jing’s dad was a rebel, so he switched sides and joined the Wu Dynasty, where he became a general.
Though the two friends were separated by the war between their parents and countries,
Sima Yan who later became emperor of the Jin Dynasty was never able to forget his old friend, and after conquering the Wu Dynasty, set out to find Jegal Jing.
“I don’t care about the rebellion. Let’s be friends like we used to be.”
He offered him the position of a high-ranking official, but
“I’m tired now. I’ll live in seclusion.”
Jegal Jing, claiming to be a subject of a fallen kingdom, refused. Sima Yan was filled with regret, despair, and obsession.
In the end, the relationship between two people was more important than their family ties.
And as the moon set and the night grew darker, two cute sparrows, Jjaek-bong and Jjaek-hwang, slept soundly, leaning against each other in a nest made on a cushion.
In Gwahae’s room, which was beautifully decorated with a scroll that read “Man tian guo hai”
“Kaoo… I’m the main wife…”
The beautiful, blue-eyed dragon dreamed a happy dream, savoring the joy of their reunion.
Though it was a pity that they had to sleep in separate rooms, it was only a matter of time.
Mancheon was hers, in the end. They’d hold each other even tighter to make up for the time they’d been apart.
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The Sima Family mansion near the Martial Alliance headquarters.
Sima Bu’s private office.
-Tap tap tap!
Sima Bu’s index finger tapped the desk at a regular interval, a sound of displeasure.
He looked at Feng Bai, who was giving him the eye, but not in a friendly way.
“Feng Bai, you’re a good man.”
“Excuse me?”
Feng Bai’s eyebrows went up at the unexpected compliment.
“It’s not easy to give up everything you’ve achieved for your family and live in a foreign country.”
“It’s all thanks to your help, Head.”
Feng Bai took a sip of cold tea, wondering what he was up to.
“I’ve said it before, but… your daughter, Lan, seems to have feelings for Cheoni. Have you ever thought of letting them meet?”
At the subsequent words, Feng Bai choked on his tea and coughed.
“Cough! Cough! …Excuse me? What are you talking about?”
“I’m not forcing you. I’m just asking for your opinion.”
Feng Bai’s brow furrowed at the troublesome situation.
He had thought it was a joke before, but now he was certain.
Sima Bu was trying to set up Lan and Mancheon.
And the reason was not that he liked Lan, but for his own power.
Just like how the smaller sects of the righteous faction allied with the larger ones, the smaller factions of the demonic sect also joined the larger organizations.
That was how they maintained their power and protected themselves.
Anyway, the Sima Family also had numerous organizations under its control.
Among them, the most representative were the Red Wolf Sect and the Green Snake Sect, which were directly under the Sima Family’s control. And the Fengshan Sect, which Feng Bai managed.
Though it was now the Fengshan Guild, since it was in charge of the merchant guild.
Sima Bu’s low voice, filled with weariness and concern for his son, echoed in the room.
“I want you to help my son, just as you helped me.”
“Of course, I will. And aren’t there many loyal retainers who will help the Young Master, like the Green Snake and the Red Wolf?”
“Ha! They’re my loyal retainers, not my son’s.”
Sima Bu gave a little laugh, a self deprecating smile playing on his lips.
“The Green Snake follows me out of fear. And the Red Wolf is more of a warrior than a member of the demonic sect. If he judges Cheoni to be an unworthy master, he will turn on him immediately.”
“Hmm…”
Feng Bai didn’t say anything. After thinking about it, it was true.
Sima Bu’s plan was to have Mancheon marry Feng Bai’s only daughter, Feng Lan, so that when Mancheon inherited the Sima Family, he would also absorb the Fengshan Sect and suppress any opposition with force.
Well, the best thing would be to purge anyone who would be a hindrance to Mancheon in advance, but… it was too early for that.
It was important to have Feng Bai on Mancheon’s side, just in case.
Feng Bai cherished his daughter.
If Feng Lan fell for Mancheon and joined his side, Feng Bai would have no choice but to actively support him.
But… he had no intention of forcing him.
If he pushes too hard and creates resentment, it’ll be counterproductive.
“I’ve said too much. Just know that I don’t oppose your daughter and my son’s relationship.”
In the end, a child’s marriage was not something a parent could control.
‘I will choose my own woman.’
He recalled Mancheon’s back as he ran away with the Jegal brat, holding her hand.
Come to think of it, the first king of Feng Bai’s homeland, Goryeo, had established a kingdom by forming marriage alliances with dozens of wives.
A foolish thought crossed his mind.
‘Ha… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Cheoni really did have three wives and four concubines, including the Jegal brat.’
It was a silly thought.
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Meh, let yo child get his harem dude!
