A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 585



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Episode 585: Farewell to the Overlord

‘Ha… That’s why I told you to control yourself yesterday… Why did you have to run until dawn…’

The first thought that came to my mind when I asked Cheonma was that Cheonma must have heard and felt everything that happened in my room yesterday.

No, it would have been the same as seeing it in person.

As your martial arts level rises, your five senses become more advanced, but it was absurd that a master of Hyeon-gyeong was on the same floor and didn’t know what Young-young and I were doing.

Since it happened on the same floor, it was clear that a master of the level of Cheonma would have felt like he was watching the live performance right next to him.

So it was natural for such a question to come out of Cheonma’s mouth, who knew exactly what Yeong-yeong and I had been doing until dawn.

If the same thing happened yesterday and continues for five days, anyone can see that it is a short-lived course.

From the perspective of the Heavenly Demon, it must have felt like the movement of a person’s energy or inner strength on the skin, but it seemed like he thought he would lose to me as I was exerting all my strength to squeeze out my energy.

‘Ah, what should I say… I’m really embarrassed.’

It’s a really ambiguous situation where it’s hard to know what to say.

He smiled awkwardly and trailed off.

“All of them are short-lived. Haha···.”

It was ambiguous what to say, so I dragged the conversation on to think of an answer to Cheonma.

If I answered that it was okay to search for this, I would look like a crazy person who is okay with looking at things until I search for them, but if I answered differently, I would feel bad towards my wife.

As I was racking my brain, a magical word came to mind.

fate.

Isn’t this a word that doesn’t make you look like you’re crazy about colors and gives off a cool vibe?

In this day and age, the word fate is used more often than destiny, so I quickly changed my answer.

“If that is my fate, then I should accept it.”

‘If it is my fate to have six wives and do this until my death, I will do my best until the very end! And I have no right to refuse this. Sob.’

Then, Cheonma looked at me blankly, and I gulped for no reason at Cheonma’s gaze that continued without saying a word.

-Gulp.

‘That wasn’t a very good answer, was it? Did you think it was just bullshit?’

I thought it was a good answer, but it didn’t feel like that to Cheonma.

After awkwardly smiling at Cheonma’s gaze, she turned away and quickly decided to sew her hair tie.

Because it was really embarrassing to meet the gaze of the Heavenly Horse.

Come to think of it, yesterday, Young-Young and I ended up giving Cheon-Ma a lot of things to see in various positions.

I’m not one to have a hobby of showing my secret bedroom activities to others, but I was extremely embarrassed when I showed everything without asking.

I could feel the gaze of the Heavenly Horse directed at me from the window, and the room was filled with only the small sound of me sewing and the sound of the wind blowing through the window.

-cook.

That was the moment.

Unable to overcome the awkward atmosphere, I hurriedly held my hand, and ended up pricking Cheonma’s hair with a needle instead.

The needle went into my fingertip and came out, red blood gushing out.

“Ugh.”

-Thud, thud.

And before he could do anything, a drop of blood rose from the tip of his index finger as he was pricked by the needle and fell onto Cheonma’s hair tie.

‘Crazy! What a mistake!’

When I came to my senses in surprise and checked my hair tie, I saw three drops of red blood clearly imprinted on the end of the golden silk hair tie.

I was startled and quickly apologized to Cheonma.

It was covering the hair tie that Cheonma treasured, but a drop of blood fell on it.

“Huh, huh! Sorry, sorry! I’ll get some new strings and try again···”

It probably didn’t seep all the way inside, but I feel like I need to get a new string.

Cheonma, who was staring blankly at me at my apology, said in a nonchalant voice.

“Just finish it.”

“But the blood···.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

It wasn’t a big one, just three small drops, but Cheonma said it was okay.

Thinking that I was lucky, I quickly sucked my bleeding finger to stop the bleeding and moved my hand.

The fact that Young-young’s work had been completely exposed and the fact that he kept making mistakes made him want to wrap things up quickly and get out of the way.

So, let’s sew the edges neatly and secure the middle to prevent the other strings from moving inside to complete the hair tie.

He took the hair tie and handed it to Cheonma, saying:

“Here, it’s done. Aunt Cheonhwa.”

Cheonma picked up the hair tie I gave him and checked it by the windy window.

His gaze stopped for a moment where a drop of blood had fallen, but he seemed to like it.

Cheonma put a hair tie in his mouth, put both hands behind his head, and straightened his hair. He then tied his hair neatly with the hair tie he was holding in his mouth.

The cool nape of the neck of the Heavenly Horse that comes in when tidying up your hair.

Although it was just a tight knot, Cheonma’s atmosphere changed in an instant with just one hairstyle.

If her hair was down and had a strangely dreamy look, what she felt when she tied it up neatly was a neat beauty.

But I was so sad that I couldn’t even appreciate the beauty.

‘thank god.’

I made a stupid mistake, but luckily the hair tie sealing ceremony went well.

As I was about to say that I would go back now that the hair tie had been sewn and handed over, I heard Cheonma’s question again.

“Did you say fate earlier? Then let me ask you this. What if I take pity on you and free you from fate?”

“yes?”

The explanation continued as I blinked, not understanding what it meant to suddenly free me from my fate.

“I take pity on you. I will take you to the Heavenly Demon Church so that you can live a long life.”

“!?”

At that moment, my head went blank for a moment.

At first, I thought that Cheonma was asking something like this because it was either a meaningless question or because of what happened between me and Yeong-yeong yesterday, but it didn’t seem to be that.

The first thing that came to mind when Cheonma asked was Yeokcheoncheonhyeol (????).

The question I had wanted to ask Cheonma over and over again about the Yeokcheoncheonhyeol came to mind at that very moment.

That was because Cheonma’s question was so coincidental.

‘Am I really going to die for some reason? Seriously!? Is this Yeokcheoncheonhyeol, some kind of incurable disease!?’

In martial arts, there are incurable blood vessels such as the Nine Yin-Breaking Vessels and the Nine Yang-Breaking Vessels. If the Yeokcheoncheonhyeol that I have is also like that, then I could understand why Cheonma would say such things.

Certainly, if you go towards the head and the internal energy is scattered, it is safe to say that this is a symptom of pulse failure.

If the reverse vascular disease I had was something like arrhythmia, I would die young like Cheonma said, and I felt like only Cheonma knew how to solve it.

I don’t know why it has anything to do with my wife though.

But even if my reverse celestial blood is really like a vein rupture and Cheonma took me away out of pity for my mother, wouldn’t it be like my body living but my heart dying if I left my wives and went somewhere to live alone?

What could be more difficult than having to separate from your beloved wives?

Even if I grumble at the backs of my six wives, it’s just a happy scream.

It’s similar to when grandparents say they should die quickly or when an old couple says they’re tired of each other and want to break up.

Since the answer was already decided, he spoke with a stern face and a determined expression.

“Thank you for your kind words, but if I have to be separated from my loved ones to survive, I might as well just stay with them and then die.”

Then Cheonma asked again with a smiling face.

I was very serious, but Cheonma’s face was full of playfulness.

“What if he won’t allow me to die and insists on taking you with him?”

After thinking for a moment, he spoke to Cheonma.

“If the Heavenly Demon makes up his mind, neither I nor the ladies will be able to stop it.”

“yes.”

If Cheonma, the real Cheonma, had decided to kidnap me as Cheonma had answered, then it would be something that could never be stopped.

Even if all the craftsmen, including Cheong-i, rushed in, it was something that could not be stopped.

No, no one in the Central Plains could stop them if they rushed in.

And perhaps, if something like that actually happened, all the wives might flock to Cheonma like moths to a flame.

It was natural that he would choose death over being taken over by his wives’ personalities.

Even if it is a heavenly horse.

“If something like that were to happen, the ladies might rush to Cheonma even if it meant losing their lives on the spot.”

“Yes, that’s possible.”

“Then I will cook something to save my wives.”

“cooking?”

Cheonma looked interested when I told him I would cook for him.

He nodded and asked Cheonma, as if asking why she was cooking.

“Do you know about Farewell My Concubine?”

“The joy of parting ways with the tyrant?”

The story of the Overlord’s Farewell My Concubine was a fairly famous story from the Chronicles of Chu and Han, but it seemed that Cheonma had never heard of it.

This is understandable, since the Three Kingdoms are more famous in this era.

“It’s a story about a woman named Yu Xi who parted ways with Xiang Yu, the overlord of the ancient Western Chu kingdom.”

When I explained further, Cheonma showed interest.

“Tell me.”

“Yes, the ancient overlord Xiang Yu of Western Chu was extremely powerful and had many excellent generals around him, but he had a short temper and treated his generals harshly. In the end, he was defeated repeatedly by a man named Liu Bang, lost all his forces, and was surrounded.

In a situation where the last battle of life is imminent and they have no choice but to part ways, Yu Xi, the woman that Xiang Yu loved, prepares a meal and offers it to him for their last drinking party.

It was to comfort her beloved Xiang Yu in a situation where they had no choice but to part ways in the face of a great enemy.

The dish I made then is called Farewell My Concubine after the two of them, and I plan to make it for my wives.

“We, like them, are forced to part ways in the face of a great power, but please live.”

“Hmm···.”

The two of us who had to break up to avoid the advancing army of breasts, and we who had to part ways in front of the incredible power of the Heavenly Horse.

Comforting wives with similar dishes because they are in similar situations.

As soon as I finished explaining, Cheonma clenched his chin as if he was thinking a lot.

After a while, Cheonma asked again.

This isn’t a question about me, but about the story after Farewell My Concubine.

“Okay, so what happened to Hang-woo and Woo-hee?”

“Hang Yu had to break through the siege, but he couldn’t take Yu Xi with him, so Yu Xi, worried about him, committed suicide on the spot. Xiang Yu also broke through the siege, but in the end, he committed suicide out of agony.”

Farewell My Concubine is a story that ends in tragedy.

-Whew.

I don’t know what kind of ending Cheonma had expected, but when he spoke of a miserable ending, a strong wind blew through the open window and swirled around the room, and Cheonma’s question continued.

“If I take you by force, will you kill yourself too?”

I guess he was asking if I should commit suicide since Woohee died, but I shook my head and said,

I don’t know if all my wives would die, but if they were alive, no matter how painful it was, I had to live to give them to them.

“If my ladies are alive, then of course I will live. I will resent the Heavenly Demon Lord for making us like this for the rest of my life.”

As the conversation ended, Cheonma stared intently into my eyes.

Cheonma nodded as if he had read my thoughts.

“That’s not a lie at all. I know your decision is clear. Then, shall we have Farewell My Concubine today?”

I couldn’t understand whether Cheonma’s words meant that he wouldn’t kidnap me, or that he would kidnap me.