Chapter 14.2 - Lady of YeonSung 14 (The Storm) part 2
Lady of YeonSung
Lady of YeonSung 14 (The Storm) part 2
The fire wasnât large.
However, there was a faint scent of oil.
Garan threw a piece of burnt fabric onto the floor. While the blaze itself had been short and fierce, it barely did any harm to its surroundings. It only produced a great amount of smoke. The reason for this was discovered shortly. It was because it had been lit with oil.
Dan SoYeonâ¦
Garan groaned out her name in his heart.
Did she do this? Was she still looking for the Heukra? Why? Why here in this house?
When his secret room had been burned down, the bamboo shards and the textbook on magic had disappeared with it. Was it her doing? He suddenly recalled what SoYeon had mumbled as she examined the bamboo shards.
âI canât tell if this is Woon or Seol.â
Woon or Seol.
Garan turned around and looked at his brother-in-law. His name was Seol Joon. His family originated from the northern province. The one who had been with Muyeo when they were about to be attacked by the Heukra. Why didnât he realize this sooner?
âDuke HyoEun.â
At his call, his brother-in-lawâs bright face turned around to look at him.
âYes, Your Highness?â
âI believe you have something to tell me.â
âExcuse me?â
His eyes blinked innocently just like Muyeoâs. Had he been tricked by those eyes? In actuality, this man was incredibly meticulous and precise.
This was a man who had persuaded the empress to give Muyeo to him as his wife. This man had given his whole body and heart to his woman for the past four years.
He pretended not to know anything, but his deepest thoughts were impossible to see. In this case, Duke HyoEun was a man who was equal to Garan.
âWhy was there a fire? Here and back at CheongRyu Hall?â
âThat isâ¦â
âTell me. Iâm on your side, am I not?â
At these words, Duke HyoEunâs expression became even more awkward.
âI understand. Please wait a moment.â
He sent away the servants. Then he took Garan to the wall on the other side of the room.
âActually, my house carries a lot of secrets.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
âIt has a lot of basements and secret passageways.â
âHow extraordinary.â
Garan replied lightheartedly, but he was actually about to lose his mind with rage. This had something to do with Muyeo. Why didnât anyone tell him?
âBecause itâs something that would bring harm to Your Highness and the princessâ¦â
âTell me why youâre working hand in hand with the Heukra before I snap your neck.â
âYour Highness, itâs not the Heukra.â
Duke HyoEunâs face grew pale.
âNot the Heukra?â
âThat isâ¦â
Garan had never seen him so distressed before. He grabbed his throat. Finally, Duke HyoEun barely managed to get the words out of his mouth.
âItâs Her Highness the Guibin, Your Highness.â
The guibin?
Garan glared at Duke HyoEun in disbelief. What bullshit was this? What did this have to do with his dead mother?
Suddenly, Garan froze. He lowered his hand and whispered in a strained voice.
âAre you telling me⦠that my mother is alive?â
Seol Joon nodded.
âYes, Your Highness.â
A chilly breeze blew in the narrow passageway. The darkness was thick like ink. How could they keep someone in a place like this?
Garan grit his teeth as he followed his brother-in-law. The passageway was narrow and it was filled with the smell of smoke. Judging from all the other passageways connected to this one, it seemed that there were many exits one could use to escape this building.
They finally reached a small staircase and began to descend. They made their way towards the main room. When Garan saw the door, his heart began to race inside his chest. His mother! His mother was alive!
Even though this fact would cause a lot of problems for him in the future, he was still incredibly happy. The happiness was a hundred, no, a thousand times greater than any hardship that came his way. He missed her. He had never expressed this sentiment, and at times, he had even hated her with a passion, but he always missed her.
The door finally opened. Duke HyoEun and Garan entered the dimly lit room. Suddenly, Duke HyoEun gasped in bewilderment. The curtained bed, the meal set up on the table, or the flickering light of the lantern⦠None of it was there.
The room was empty.
The person who had been living there was nowhere to be seen.
Garan couldnât even see the shadow of the person he had been hoping to see. Garanâs fierce eyes gazed at Duke HyoEunâs shocked face before looking around the room. His eyes traveled to the ceiling. The circular hole in the ceiling was definitely the hole of a bamboo tree.
The carriage door opened as quick as lightning. Yujo was already sitting inside. As if expecting this rude interruption, Yujo looked at the man who had opened the door with an indifferent expression. Outside, she could hear the various servants calling out to him like chirping birds.
âWhat did you do?â
His voice was as cold as ice.
Yujo looked back at him with a chilly expression and asked back.
âWhat do you meanâ¦?â
âI know you did this.â
âYour Highness, this is not proper.â
âTell me!â
Yujo didnât move a muscle. If he had a sword in hand, he would have stabbed her with it by now. But even if he did this, would he be able to find the guibin who had vanished?
âYouâ¦â
His eyes were bloodshot. It strangely looked like the man was holding back his tears. Yujo was frozen in her seat as she looked into his eyes.
âHow can you do this to me?â
He whispered.
âIf you knew me at all, how could you do this?â
Your Highness! You mustnât do this! The eunuchs continued to cry out. Yujo grit her teeth. She needed to look at him in confusion. As if she didnât know what he was talking about. Think about Brother. If she grew weak in front of this man, that meant that she would be throwing away Brother Yuha. She would be throwing away Yeha!
Her clenched hands began to hurt. Yujo didnât say a word. She couldnât move, and she had to endure it in silence. She couldnât even let him hear her breathe. In the end, she had thrust a blade into the Red Kingâs heart. Aah, she should have just killed him with that arrowâ¦
If only that were the case⦠Then you and I wouldnât have to look at each other like this.
âIâm sorry, Your Highness. I donât know what you mean.â
He didnât say anything in reply. He merely glared at her. She sat in the darkness of the carriage with the red curtains drawn.
She was still beautiful. And he hated her more than anything.
âIâm going to kill you.â
He whispered.
âIf you hurt her, Iâll kill you. No matter what.â
Yujoâs red lips smiled crookedly. She thought it was an amazing revenge. If she could only save Brother Yuha and Yeha, she would pay the price for her sins by dying by his hand.
âYes, Your Highness.â
She answered curtly and turned her head away.
Some things couldnât be helped.
Bang! The door closed. The uproar outside began to fade away. The carriage began to move once again, and this time, Yujo didnât cry. She had no right to cry. Blood began to pool in the palms of her hands.
âWhat happened?â
Yujo asked the beautiful woman who was taking off her black veiled hat.
Jewol turned his head and looked at her. This man who had always been praised for his looks transformed into an enchanting beauty whenever he disguised himself as a woman. With his inky black eyes and red lips, he was a peerless beauty who sucked out the souls of men.
Human beauty is only skin deep.
Yujo laughed inside. Did he hide the nastiness underneath such beauty?
âI took her to the Misan Temple in the Haemo Mountains. Butâ¦â
He frowned.
âHer body was too weak. The effects of the poison caused her to lose her memory, and she isnât able to speak.â
âAll right.â
Yujo didnât want to hear any more. Now was not the time to be shaken by human emotions. The important thing now was to move forward one step at a time.
âWe must never hand her over to the Crown Prince.â
âDo you think we can fool his eyes?â
âWe must.â
They needed to fool him. For now, they needed to assure him that they had the guibin. While he wasnât a careless man, he had been searching for the guibin for a long time.
âWhat about the seal?â
âI have no idea. Sheâs not in her right mind, and she canât speak either, soâ¦â
Jewol seemed to be at a loss.
âWe must find the three-legged crowâs seal.â
They needed to find the three-legged crowâs seal in order to make a deal for Brother Yehaâs return.
âDo you think we can make a fake?â
âNo. The Crown Prince already has the nine familiesâ seals in his possession. Heâll know we were lying once he places them all together.â
âThe deal was to find the guibin. That was it.â
âSo? Do you really think heâll hand Yeha back over to us once we give him the guibin? Donât you know how he is?â
âIf only we knew what it looked like!â
Yujo spoke as she ground her teeth. They didnât know what it could look like at all. All they knew was that it had the pattern of Paran on it.
Yujo lowered her head and held it in her hands. The guibin would have kept it near her at all times. In a place where she could keep her eyes on it.
âThe guibinâs waistband.â
Yujo whispered as she looked at Jewol.
âDonât you have the guibinâs waistband?â
âYeah.â
Jewol hurried over to a box and took it out. He held it up to her, and Yujo quickly took it. She carefully observed it. She checked to see if there was anything pinned to it. However, there was nothing suspicious about it.
âWhere did you get this waistband?â
Jewol looked at her awkwardly.
âActually, I stole it from her grave.â
âWhat? Why did you do that?â
âDidnât you say that we need to lure the prey out of its den? This is the same thing. I shocked the Nine Families into moving the guibin.â
Yujo gave Jewol a dumbfounded look before shaking her head.
âBut somethingâs strange.â
âWhat is?â
âDonât womenâs waistbands have sapphires on them?â
âYeah.â
A waistband couldnât freely carry any design or jewels as its owner pleased.
âBut there are rubies on this one.â
Jewol took a look at the guibinâs waistband. She was right. There were rubies on it. And they were of incredibly good qualityâ¦
Jewolâs face began to stiffen, but Yujo didnât notice. She observed the waistband for a little while longer.
âFor now, please take good care of the guibin.â
In the end, she took his mother away.
Yujoâs hand tightened on the waistband. Iâm sorry. She couldnât even say those words. She tightly closed her eyes. A cold gust of wind rattled the windows.