Chapter 144
T/l Penny
Chapter 144
Shock Therapy (2)
“…Phew.”
Pushing away the persistent courtship of Jegal Yong, Dang Soran caught her breath.
She had thought the atmosphere regarding the engagement would be ruined after Wi Cheonsang died and Namgung Yeon left.
However, Jegal Yong only approached her more, as if he had seized an opportunity.
Whether walking through the Tang Clan estate or strolling the streets of Chengdu, Jegal Yong followed her like a puppy.
His previously passive attitude had turned completely blatant, and he no longer hid his affection. While the women of Chengdu were busy being jealous seeing the handsome Jegal Yong chasing after Dang Soran, Soran herself was going crazy.
How can he be so shameless?
“Lady. I know you best. If you are with me…”
“Young Master Jegal. I am uncomfortable. Please step away.”
What do you mean you know me?
His personality was strange, and in her eyes, Jegal Yong wasn’t even handsome.
He looked like a gigolo and was frail.
To put it excessively, one could even call him effeminate.
A coward, a bookworm, someone who likes to adorn himself and even carries a fan.
That was not the ideal man Dang Soran had in mind.
She hoped the man she would spend her life with wouldn't be like that.
People’s charms vary, and previously she didn’t exactly have a standard for it either.
But as time went on, she was beginning to realize.
She seemed to like men who had a large build, didn’t bother with dressing up, were easy-going, brave… and perhaps even high-handed.
A man who handles leather well would be good. A man who lives alone seems fine too.
A man with gaps is good. Because they are fun to tease.
A man who sulks easily is also good. Because soothing him is entertaining.
A man with no money would be good. If he has too much money, he might spend it on strange things.
An unpopular man is good. Getting entangled in strange fights is bothersome.
But in the end, she wanted someone who wouldn’t be swayed by the name Dang Soran, and would treat her plainly, just like a woman from anywhere else.
Someone who wouldn't be swayed by the status of the Tang Clan’s eldest daughter, the Poison Phoenix Dang Soran.
Someone with the guts to pleasantly spank her buttocks…
“…Ah.”
Dang Soran blinked her eyes, shaking off the thought.
Now was not the time for such thoughts.
There was a place she had to go.
She had shaken off Jegal Yong, and Cheongwol was in the middle of training.
The only chance to meet Han Seojin alone was now.
Han Seojin would know that as well.
Dang Soran moved her feet busily and arrived at the location.
Although they hadn’t explicitly promised it in words, Han Seojin was there as if their minds were connected.
A tea house on the outskirts of Chengdu that they had been meeting at lately.
There were few customers inside, and the owner was a hard-of-hearing old woman, so there was no burden.
Standing there, leaning his back against the shop, his figure looked truly cool.
Dang Soran cleared her throat under her veil and tidied her hair a little.
She brushed off dust that might have settled on her clothes and frowned this way and that to loosen her facial muscles.
“…Ah. Ah.”
After checking her voice one last time, she suppressed her heart, which was starting to race with excitement, and approached him.
“Young Master!”
“This bastard Jegal Yong is really…”
Ugh. If you’ve done that much, just disappear already…
Does he have no shame?
Since things weren’t working out at all, I did consider just giving up.
Honestly, being a coward isn’t that much of a flaw.
“…”
…No. Thinking about it again, it is a flaw.
Wasn’t he the guy who gave up his father’s life and revenge for his older brother just to preserve his own life?
Didn’t he abandon the disciples of the Wudang Sect, the Sword Saint, and even the Hidden Dragon Society he fought alongside?
He speaks of righteousness with his mouth and forces it upon others, but when the moment comes for him to prove it, he crumbles…
He is a typical cherry-picker.
In the Central Plains (Murim), once you are engaged, it usually lasts a lifetime.
Divorce is practically non-existent.
Because the universal culture was like that, breaking it would even leave a stigma.
If a husband is abandoned by his wife, there must be a reason, right?
How poorly did she support him for the husband to abandon the wife? Especially, why take a woman who has already been married once?
…Labels like that, difficult to peel off, would be stamped on both sides.
So, since they can’t divorce, Dang Soran would be married off to Jegal Yong.
If they liked each other, I wouldn't know, but since Dang Soran hates it too, I feel uncomfortable as well.
Also, how would I know how Jegal Yong might betray the Tang Clan of Sichuan?
How can I watch that landmine being planted?
It’s a problem that becomes infinitely light if you think lightly of it, and infinitely heavy if you think heavily of it.
Eh, maybe there won't be a problem, I think, but… what if a problem arises? It will likely explode big.
“Phew.”
Besides, since we’ve come this far, it was a shame to give up.
But how do I shake him off?
“Pfft.”
Dang Soran let out a laugh from behind her veil.
“Do you dislike me marrying Jegal Yong that much?”
With Wi Cheonsang and Namgung Yeon gone, as if she had seen hope, Dang Soran was returning to her old self.
She threw jokes while smiling brightly.
“How much do you dislike it? Express it in words.”
“I just hate it. Just.”
“Pfft… Ah, should I just marry Jegal Yong? Suddenly I’m debating it.”
I was dumbfounded and my mouth fell slightly open.
…This brat. She still hasn’t fixed her attitude.
On the other hand, Dang Soran laughed looking at my stunned face.
“Ahahaha, do you dislike it to that extent? Look at your face!”
Soon, calming her laughter, she asked sensually, as if whispering.
“…Why? Are you going to punish me?”
Sensuality from Dang Soran. I wondered if I was mistaken, but I definitely felt it for a moment.
“I am ready to… play again, Young Master.”
“Yes. I am not ready. Don’t say such things outside.”
Only after I said that did Dang Soran return to her usual self.
“Earlier was a joke. Do you think I’m crazy enough to go to Jegal Yong? Even if it means dying, I won’t do that.”
“Yes, that’s a relief.”
“Fufu, I didn’t know, but it seems Young Master is quite the jealous type.”
“Are you saying I am jealous over you right now, Lady?”
“I didn’t say that, did I?”
“Lady, if you really think that, please go find a physician.”
“I’m visiting the physician right now. The Heart Demon Physician.”
She said the part about Heart Demon only with her lips while lifting her veil slightly.
Since it wasn’t something to say outside.
“You were here.”
At that moment, someone entered the tea house.
It was a familiar face.
Dang Soran also recognized the person and spoke.
“Mu-gyeol…?”
It was Mu-gyeol, a retainer of the Tang Clan and the Clan Leader’s errand boy.
“Miss, you were here as well?”
“Hm? You didn’t come to find me?”
Mu-gyeol shook his head.
“I came to find Shopkeeper Han.”
“Me?”
What is it? He’s not going to suddenly give me a treasure like the Detoxification Immortal Root again, is he?
Mu-gyeol put his hand into his robe and took out a short postcard-sized letter.
“The Clan Leader is looking for you.”
“Eh.”
“Pardon?”
I looked at the letter.
The content was telling me to come find him tonight.
“It’s true. It’s the Clan Leader’s handwriting.”
Dang Soran stuck her head close to me and peeked at the letter.
Mu-gyeol, flustered, suggested,
“Ah, Miss. It would be better not to stick so close to a strange man…”
Dang Soran pretended not to even hear it.
Sometimes when I look at her, it really shows that she is a young lady who grew up sheltered.
Mu-gyeol disappeared after delivering just that.
I continued to stare at the letter.
It wasn’t completely unexpected.
It’s probably about Wi Cheonsang. I told him he was strange, and he really turned out to be a strange guy.
…Let’s just make up some excuse and come out. It’s not like I’m going there to die.
Honestly, I’m a little tense, but it was bearable.
Knowing I didn’t do anything hugely wrong makes it…
“…”
I glanced at Dang Soran.
…Wait, isn’t it? If the Poison King finds out I spanked her butt, he might actually kill me.
Just in case, I asked.
“You didn’t tell the Clan Leader about our play, right?”
“Ah… That is…”
Startled by Dang Soran’s hesitant attitude, I asked.
“Don’t tell me you told him??”
“N-No… I mean, I didn’t speak specifically… just that you helped with my Heart Demons…”
I slapped my forehead.
Ugh, this crazy girl.
Are you in your right mind? Why would you talk about that!
Setting aside the Heart Demon relief, the play is SM; what parent would…
If we get caught, what are you going to do with this mess…
You might be fine if caught, but I will die.
At my expression, Dang Soran spoke urgently as if making an excuse.
“The C-Clan Leader ignored Young Master so much… without realizing it, I…!”
“Then wouldn’t the Clan Leader of the Tang Clan naturally ignore a beggar leather shop owner?”
“…”
No. It’s not it.
I gathered my wits.