Chapter 664: Truly, You Are Trash.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 664: Truly, You Are Trash.
"Indeed. She is a heroine whose fame rivals that of Grand General Lee Yeon, known as a shield that protects the Imperial Family."
Zhuge Chan spoke with a respectful demeanor.
"Is that so? This is the first I've heard of her."
Lee Jae-won replied with a puzzled expression.
Despite having spent twenty years in the Murim, he had never heard of Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa. That was why he found it so strange.
"I suppose that's possible. Though she is praised as the ultimate shield of the Imperial Family, she has never appeared at any public events."
Zhuge Chan nodded as he continued. He could understand why Lee Jae-won was in the dark. He himself had connections in the military and could hear various rumors, but Lee Jae-won had no such ties. How could he possibly be well-versed in the inner workings of the Imperial Court?
"How strong is she said to be?" Lee Jae-won asked, his curiosity piqued.
"It is not certain, but she is considered to be on par with Grand General Lee Yeon."
"On par with Lee Yeon?"
Lee Jae-won’s expression turned intrigued. He had encountered Lee Yeon once, decades ago. At that time, Lee Yeon possessed martial prowess roughly equal to that of the Sword Emperor, Yang Tae-san—the man known as the second strongest under heaven.
So, his interest was naturally aroused. To think that someone of noble imperial blood—and a woman at that—possessed power comparable to Lee Yeon.
"Do you happen to know her age?" Lee Jae-won asked.
"I believe she is twenty-eight this year."
"Twenty-eight, huh..."
Hearing her age, Lee Jae-won fell into thought. While she was a woman who stimulated his desire to collect, her age was a bit higher than he liked.
Lee Jae-won viewed a woman's age much like a Christmas cake. They sell well starting from the 23rd, but after the 26th, they don't sell at all, and by the 30th, they’re ready for disposal. From his perspective, Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa, at twenty-eight, was a cake on the verge of being thrown out.
He weighed his options.
"Impressive. To be that strong at such a young age. Even Joo So-yang probably wasn't that powerful at that age."
Lee Jae-won spoke while hiding his true thoughts.
"Indeed. Some even rumor that if she were to enter the Murim, she would immediately take the title of the Best Among Women."
"So-yang would be quite upset to hear that, hahahahaha!"
Lee Jae-won let out a boisterous laugh.
"Given the Great Matriarch's personality, she would likely welcome her as a talented youth instead."
"Knowing her, that’s probably true."
Lee Jae-won nodded. Knowing Joo So-yang, she was more likely to feel admiration than jealousy.
"Still, it's quite peculiar for a member of the Imperial Family to focus so heavily on martial arts."
"It is a rare occurrence."
Generally, the Imperial Family had little desire for anything other than power. They were born with everything. They could command scholars who had spent decades in study and martial artists who had spent decades refining their techniques. A single word brought a feast to their table, and a single gesture could unfasten the clothes of countless women.
For one of them to be obsessed with martial arts was extremely rare.
"If she’s focused on martial arts to that extent, she must have a rather rugged appearance."
Lee Jae-won probed further. He was curious about her looks.
"That is absolutely not the case, Alliance Leader."
Zhuge Chan waved his hands in shock at the suggestion. The idea seemed preposterous to him.
"Though she has never appeared at official public events, those who have seen Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa all say the same thing."
"And what is that?"
"That she is as beautiful as a goddess from ancient mythology."
"......Is that so?"
"Yes. Her fiery red hair and beautiful features are said to strike a chord in the hearts of all who behold her."
Zhuge Chan praised her in a calm tone. Though he had never met her, he had heard enough rumors to know she was a woman of immense beauty.
"Ho... a goddess, you say..."
Lee Jae-won’s eyes glittered. His curiosity was suddenly piqued. Just how beautiful would she have to be for people to call her a goddess? Those Chinks tended to exaggerate, but they didn't usually make things up out of thin air. Even if the rumors were only half true, she had to possess transcendent beauty.
"I hope Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa joins the Demonic Cult subjugation this time."
Lee Jae-won subtly revealed his inner desire.
"I agree. If she possesses power equal to the Grand General, she would certainly be a great help."
Zhuge Chan concurred. He, too, was secretly hoping for her support. Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa was the Imperial Family's greatest trump card. If she participated in the subjugation, it would be a massive boon.
"Why don't you send another letter to the Imperial Court?"
Lee Jae-won urged Zhuge Chan in a low voice, manipulating him toward his own ends.
"Hmm... Indeed, expressing our intent through a letter wouldn't be a bad idea."
Zhuge Chan nodded. He felt it wouldn't hurt to voice the Cheonmu Alliance's opinion. Furthermore, the Imperial Court had only sent ten thousand troops instead of the requested hundred thousand. Asking for the participation of Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa didn't seem like an overstep.
Nice. Why is this guy actually agreeing with me for once?
Lee Jae-won cheered inwardly at Zhuge Chan's positive reaction. If things went well, he might actually get to see the famous princess in the flesh.
"I agree with the Strategist. I think it's a good idea to make our stance clear."
Lee Jae-won hid his joy and spoke with a serious expression.
"Then I shall send the letter immediately."
Zhuge Chan bowed deeply and offered a polite greeting.
"Do that. You are working truly hard, Strategist."
Lee Jae-won spoke with an uncharacteristically benevolent expression.
"Not at all. It is only natural for the sake of the Alliance."
Zhuge Chan replied calmly.
"Then, I shall take my leave."
Zhuge Chan gave a slight nod toward Lee Jae-won and immediately began to walk away. He intended to draft the letter to the Imperial Court right then.
Lee Jae-won watched Zhuge Chan's retreating back with satisfaction. He quite liked how the man was moving exactly as he intended.
I was thinking of replacing that bastard this time, but I guess I'll put that on hold.
Lee Jae-won decided to exclude Zhuge Chan from his list of people to purge. Why get rid of someone so easy to use?
Anyway, I wonder how pretty she is?
He couldn't help but be curious. How beautiful must she be for the world to call her a goddess?
Since she's royalty... she's definitely a virgin... she's a bit old... but if her face covers for it... the tits and ass are the only concern.
Lee Jae-won thought to himself. As long as her tits and ass weren't inferior to his wives', she would be perfect.
Come to think of it, I'm about due for a new fuck-toy anyway...
She would make an excellent fuck-toy. The higher a woman's realm, the better her grip. If she had reached a realm similar to the Grand General, her tightness would surely be fantastic.
Hehehe... A virgin pussy that's also a trained pussy...
Lee Jae-won grinned lecherously, lost in his delusions. Just the thought of it turned him on.
Throb.
Suddenly, his crotch swelled, surging as if it would burst through his pants. He was fully aroused.
Hoho... look at this cute little guy.
Lee Jae-won looked down at his throbbing member with a sense of endearment. It seemed there was no stopping this overflowing stamina.
Slide.
Lee Jae-won slowly lowered his pants.
Boing.
His dick, which had been straining against the fabric, revealed itself.
Grip.
Lee Jae-won grabbed his cock. Then, he began to stroke it rapidly, imagining the Commandery Princess Gyeonghwa of his fantasies.
"You bitch... I'll... make you... my fuck-toy!"
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
Lee Jae-won’s hand movements grew more frantic.
*
"But Sohwa."
Sun-woo called out to Neung So-hwa with a questioning look.
"Speak."
Neung So-hwa replied in a calm tone.
"Is it really okay for you to stay here using closed-door meditation as an excuse?"
"It matters not. The Imperial Court still views me as a powder keg that could explode at any moment. It is fine for me to step back for a while."
Neung So-hwa spoke with an utterly composed expression.
"Right now, neither you nor Lee Yeon are at the Imperial Court, right? Will it be okay?"
"It is fine. The Imperial Court is not so weak that it would crumble just because I am absent. If it were a place that could be breached so easily, the Demonic Cult would not have fled in such terror, would they?"
She continued with a nonchalant look.
"......I guess that's true."
Sun-woo nodded in agreement. It made sense. If the Imperial Court were the type of place to fall just because she was gone, it would have fallen long ago.
"Then when do you plan on telling the Imperial Court the truth?"
"Hmm... I think we should wait and see for now. The Imperial Court is already on edge because of the Demonic Cult's uprising. If Lee Yeon's treason were to be revealed now, it would surely add to the chaos."
Neung So-hwa spoke with a heavy expression. She felt that revealing Lee Yeon's betrayal at this moment would be a bad move. He was a hero—a hero of the people, respected by the masses, unlike the Murim hero Lee Jae-won. If his treason became known, not just the Imperial Court, but the common people would fall into great confusion.
That was why Neung So-hwa chose silence. At least until the Demonic Cult was suppressed.
"Furthermore, if it becomes known that I have recovered from my Qi Deviation, I will not be able to move as freely as I do now. With Lee Yeon gone, the Imperial Court will surely rely on me."
Neung So-hwa spoke calmly. She was a trusted shield of the Imperial Family. Without Lee Yeon, they would lean on her, as there would be no one else as strong.
"I... wouldn't like that..."
Sun-woo said with a frown. Neung So-hwa was his beloved wife. Not being able to see her often would be far too cruel.
"I feel the same. So, why don't we stay quiet for the time being? I wish to reveal everything only after I have conceived your child."
Neung So-hwa spoke with a determined look.
"You want to have my child?"
Sun-woo asked with a bitter smile.
"Is that not obvious? So far, only Bukgung Yeon has conceived. I am frustrated."
Neung So-hwa frowned slightly, her elegant brows knitting together.
"Why are you frustrated? You'll have one eventually too."
Sun-woo spoke in a relaxed voice.
"I am frustrated. I have been robbed of the honor of being the first to carry your superior bloodline. How could I not be frustrated?"
Neung So-hwa puffed out her cheeks. She was genuinely annoyed that she had been beaten to the punch by Bukgung Yeon, whom she considered a rival. To conceive the child of the man she loved was a woman's greatest happiness and value. Having failed to achieve that first, how could she not be upset?
She gets frustrated over the strangest things.
Sun-woo looked at the pouting Neung So-hwa with affection. He found her frustration over not being pregnant quite adorable. Was having his child really that great?
Sun-woo thought to himself that he should work hard to make sure Neung So-hwa got pregnant, just like Bukgung Yeon.
It was just as he was making that firm resolution.
"Uh...?"
Suddenly, something flashed through Sun-woo's mind. He remembered something he had completely forgotten until now.
Immediately, Sun-woo's expression turned incredibly serious. No, it went beyond serious—it became grim.
"Sun-woo, what is it?"
Seeing this, Neung So-hwa asked him with a puzzled look. She was confused by his sudden change in demeanor.
"......Sohwa."
Sun-woo spoke with a grave expression.
"Speak."
"....We have a problem."
"What is it?"
"........I haven't... contacted her once."
Sun-woo spoke with a trembling voice.
"You haven't contacted who?"
".....I haven't... contacted Yeon-ah... even once....."
Sun-woo’s face turned pale as he spoke.
"What!?"
Hearing this, Neung So-hwa looked at him in shock. It was a completely unexpected revelation.
"......What do I do?"
Sun-woo looked utterly lost. The situation was incredibly dire.
"....Truly, you are trash."
Neung So-hwa looked at Sun-woo as if he were a piece of garbage.