The Return of the Namgoong Clan’s Granddaughter - Chapter 112



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Episode 112

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Cheonghae approached her one step at a time.

“I would like to kill you here and now, tell everyone what you have done, and trample your family lineage to pieces….”

Cheonghae clenched his fist.

“I can barely hold it in.”

Soran’s head spun quickly.

‘Did the Emperor of the Yellow Dragon tell everything before he died?’

But did that person… really tell everything?

Is this the person who wanted to somehow make his child the head of the household and put him at the top of Namgung?

‘No. I wouldn’t have said that. There would be no way to prove that Soryong is Horak’s son.’

If I die, I die. I am not the kind of person to sell out my children and lovers. So…

“…that’s right.”

“… .”

“I… asked the Red Dragon Lord to select the people he wanted as warriors of the inner court.”

Soran decided to hide his relationship with Hwangryongdaeju until the end.

Still, I can’t be sure I’ve been caught yet… .

“I guess they were blinded by the money they were giving me. As you know, I am a merchant’s daughter and I can’t afford to….”

“You plan to evade until the end.”

Cheonghae’s voice flowing out from between her closed lips was so cold that it was almost freezing.

The arm of Soran that was wrapping around my body began to tremble slightly.

“From now on, I’ll tell you clearly so you don’t even think about joking.”

“…?”

“If you want to save your son, you’d better be honest.”

Soran’s heart thumped. His body, which had been trembling with tension, froze instead.

‘I know everything.’

Namgung Cheonghae’s voice was firm, making it seem as if he had tried to hide it.

Thud. Thud thud.

Although this son was the most calm and rational of the three sons, Namgung’s bloodline did not go away.

His anger, the coldness that anger gave off, froze the inside of the brain prison and turned it into darkness.

“that….”

There was a commotion and I fell to my knees.

“That kid… doesn’t know anything… . That kid… .”

At that moment, Cheonghae’s face turned pale with despair.

‘My aunt is in a relationship with Hwangryongdaeju. The child born between them is Soryong.’

When I first heard that, I didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe it.

At least I hoped that Soryong’s story was a lie.

He was a child I raised for 13 years, thinking of him as my own. No matter how much his finger hurt, I loved him as a father.

‘There is no way to prove paternity. So, ask questions as if you know everything. There is no evidence as sure as a confession.’

Don’t ask, just push.

The uproar literally acknowledged everything. In vain.

“… You broke me… everything about me. Do you know that…?”

Yeon So-ran’s affair and the existence of So-ryong were soon Cheong-hae’s flaws and proof of his incompetence.

Who could possibly acknowledge as the head of a family a person who doesn’t even notice the problems in his own family?

Even if it’s not entirely his fault.

It was the moment when Cheonghae’s goal of working hard his entire life to be recognized by his family and become the head of the household collapsed.

“… I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. So please don’t throw that kid out. That kid, our little dragon, really doesn’t know anything…!”

“Aren’t you worried, Woong?”

Cheonghae’s gaze was distorted with anger.

Even though Woong-i was also my child, her appeal to only think about the child she had with Hwangryongdaeju up until this moment was disgusting.

“From today, Woong has also lost his mother. No matter how much you deceived me and took someone else in your heart! Woong is still your child…!”

“… .”

“Woong, aren’t you worried at all?”

Yeon So-ran’s eyes wavered. Her lips trembled.

“Woong… isn’t your biological father alive…?”

“under….”

A sigh mixed with frustration burst out.

Cheonghae and Soran were not in a passionate love relationship. However, it could be said that they shared warmth.

Whether the reason for becoming a couple is one or simply a result of conflicting interests.

He was a pretty good husband, and she was a pretty good wife. I thought so.

“You make me miserable till the end.”

“Please save Soryong. That child is also part of Namgung’s bloodline…”

“Bloodline is bloodline. The problem is that it is the bloodline of the man who tried to sell out his family.”

I would like to take away the dragon’s surname and destroy his internal energy, but the child is not at fault.

This incident will scar the child and it will haunt him for the rest of his life.

“… Soryong will be sent to his maternal grandparents’ house. Not telling the truth to him is my final consideration for him.”

Cheonghae turned back decisively.

I bowed my head to my father, who had been waiting silently at my request.

“I apologize for causing trouble. Now, I will follow your will, Father.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Namgung Mucheon tapped his son’s shoulder. It was an indifferent touch, but it was filled with trust and comfort for his son.

Namgung Mucheon looked at Yeonga’s bloodline that made a mockery of his son.

Unable to overcome the oppressive gaze, Soyeon-ran trembled and lowered her head.

“Oh, father.”

I couldn’t just come now and say no.

However, the reason that Yeon So-ran could come out so confidently even after admitting her mistakes was because she had some credibility.

The Yan family of the Manjeon Sangdan (萬展商團), a major merchant group that dominates the commercial areas of Hanam and Hubei.

‘I can’t give a severe punishment since my family is involved.’

From the beginning, this marriage was a transaction for both parties’ benefit.

Namgung has the commercial power and skills of Manjeon Sangdan, and Manjeon Sangdan has Namgung’s name and power.

So, if there is a problem with this marriage, it will soon become a problem for the upper class and the family, so Namgung will want to handle the matter as quietly as possible.

“Whatever punishment you give me… I will gladly… accept it…”

“It will never be sweet.”

A piece of paper the size of a palm landed in front of Soran. Soran took the paper with a puzzled look on his face.

“Father, what is this…?”

“Read it.”

Only then did Yeon So-ran check the words written on the paper. Soon, her eyes began to shake violently.

[Daesura Blood Cult]

“Oh, Father… .”

“You seem familiar with it. Read it.”

Yeon So-ran’s hands were trembling.

That was the name of the sect that had been established by the Hwangryongdaeju eight years ago.

It was called Hwangryongdaeju at the time.

The power of the leader is so strong that it rivals that of the greatest person in the world, so this sect will surely rule the world.

If we could just keep him under lock and key for the next ten years, it would be a great help in our plan to get our hands on Namgung.

That day, Yeon So-ran joined the Blood Cult and lived for eight years completely forgetting about that fact.

‘T, why is this… .’

Why did this name suddenly come up? Why this name… .

“Read it.”

There was no way I could read it.

The moment she utters these words, her body will be torn to pieces and she will die.

“Ah, father… Our family… Don’t you need the strength of my family? Ah, I will ask father to give me some more of Hanam’s commercial rights. If it is my request, I will definitely…”

“He told me to read it.”

Her lips were trembling. Sweat and tears were already flowing down her face.

“Sir, haven’t you been trying to grow the upper class business? I know some powerful upper class owners in Jiangxi and Zhejiang. If you take their power….”

“I won’t say it again. Read it.”

Namgung Mucheon’s momentum crushed Yeonsoran.

Yeon So-ran grabbed my neck and gasped, gasping for breath.

Cheonghae looked at the sight with a shocked look, and Namgung Mucheon took a step closer to Yeon Soran.

“I have already sent someone to Yeonga. Your father is a merchant to the core. I have left your disposal to Namgung and handed over the commercial rights of Hanam that you mentioned.”

Her family, Manjeonsangdan, whom Yeon So-ran had trusted so much, abandoned her as soon as they heard the news.

The calculation between my daughter and Namgung has been completed.

The teeth of the combustion engine struck each other, click, click.

“Did you really think that something as simple as Yeon-ga would be a threat to Nam-gung?”

Stupid thing.

“Read it.”

Yeonsoran lay there shivering.

The floor of the brain prison was dirty and cold, but there was no time to worry about such things.

“Hey, please forgive me, Father. Well, I’ll do anything…! I also know those who set the prince up in a trap eight, eight years ago. I can tell you everything. So please…!”

Yeon So-ran burst into tears.

“Please… save me…! Please… sob…!”

8 years ago.

The day when Cheongun became a wreck, my first daughter-in-law died, and I lost Seolhwa.

Even within the family, there were few who knew exactly what happened that day.

Even though there was an attack by masked men, there were no clues about the masked men, and Cheongwoon, who witnessed them directly, stayed in his room for a while.

“That thing….”

The brain jade shook and cracked.

“… Was this something that happened within the family…?”