My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 92

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Episode 92. You haven’t seen my daughter yet, have you?

The footsteps of those heading toward the dining hall within Peng Manor were light.
Among them, Hwangbo Cheonwu was by far the most boisterous.
“Ah, at last I can eat Peng Manor’s food without worrying about anyone’s feelings!”
“What? You mean you’ve been holding back this whole time?”
“That’s not even the half of it.”
Hwangbo Cheonwu’s expression darkened noticeably. Watching his face, one could already guess what was coming next without hearing a word.
“Why do you think I went out and ate noodles this morning? Because someone didn’t want to eat Peng Manor’s food from the start. Before we arrived, they ate just fine, but then out of nowhere they decided Beijing cuisine wasn’t to their taste, so we’ve been eating nothing but noodles. I’ve had to put up with that spoiled young lady’s whims—and mind you, I’m not exactly a common person myself. So why? Thinking about it again, it’s downright unfair.”
“Pfft.”
“Every other moment it’s ‘let’s go eat out,’ then ‘I don’t like this, I don’t like that.’ Today I want something light. But I wanted something hearty.”
As if this were exactly the moment he’d been waiting for, Hwangbo Cheonwu poured out his grievances without pause, and smiles played across the faces of the others.
Well, everyone except Dang Mujun.
Dang Mujun had just turned his head away, embarrassed by his friend’s outburst.
“So aside from the first day we arrived at Peng Manor, you’ve eaten this place’s food… once? Twice?”
“What a shame.”
“Right? The Beijing cuisine really suited my palate, so I’m finally going to eat my fill.”
“The chefs at Peng Manor are extremely skilled. Eat as much as you’d like.”
“I’m going to eat all I can. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
So it was when Hwangbo Cheonwu was burning with his own ambitions, while the others were preparing for a meal that was more ordinarily modest, that they’d gone about halfway to the dining hall.
Suddenly, Peng Seoyeon clapped her hands together and asked.
“Oh! What time is it now?”
“Hmm? Why?”
It was Peng Sejin who answered Hwangbo Cheonwu’s tilted-head question.
“Ah, it’s about time Yul-i woke up.”
“Yul-i…?”
Peng Seoyeon then broke into a wide smile and spoke.
“You haven’t met my daughter yet, have you? Want to eat together?”
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“What is this… this adorable, precious little thing?”

The first thing Yul-i saw upon entering the dining hall, holding her father Yeo Unhui’s hand, was a muscular man whose eyes gleamed with excessive brightness.
Yul-i gazed up blankly at a man who carried an even larger frame than the bear uncle at Baeklang-dae.
Glancing to the side at her mother, she saw her smiling warmly, which suggested this wasn’t a bad man after all…
Around the time Yul-i was pondering the identity of this large man before her, that very large man, Hwangbo Cheonwu, was rendered helpless by how cute she was the moment he laid eyes on her.
“She’s really your daughter?”
“What a lovely child.”
Hwangbo Cheonwu kept glancing back and forth between Yul-i and Peng Seoyeon, and Dang Mujun smiled gently as well.
Though Dang Mujun’s reaction was more subdued, he too found Yul-i endearing—in fact, of all the children he’d ever seen, she seemed the cutest.
But he maintained better composure than Hwangbo Cheonwu.
Or perhaps, seeing Hwangbo Cheonwu like this, he was actively trying to be even more dignified.
Dang Mujun was absolutely determined not to hear himself and his companion grouped together as a pair of fools.
Peng Sejin tilted his head, watching Hwangbo Cheonwu make such a fuss.

“Did you even like children before?”
“Well, not really, nothing special… but look at this! This one’s something altogether different!”
“Something different? What do you mean by that? About our Yul-i?”

Whether or not Peng Sejin was reproaching him, Hwangbo Cheonwu crouched down and looked down at Yul-i.
Because his frame was so large, even in that posture, Yul-i had to crane her neck considerably to look up at him.

“Hello? You’re Yul-i, right?”
“Yes! My name is Yeo So-yul.”
“My goodness, what a spirited answer!”

Hwangbo Cheonwu struck his own forehead in admiration, then pointed at himself with his finger.

“Yul-i. Call me uncle. Uncle!”
“No way!”
“What? Why?!”
Hwangbo Cheonwu’s eyes went wide—he hadn’t expected such a refusal.
And the answer that followed was something he truly hadn’t anticipated.
“Mama told me not to call just anyone uncle!”
All eyes turned toward Peng Seoyeon at once.
Well, you’ve raised her well….
Hwangbo Cheonwu’s face fell.
“But I’m not just anyone, am I? Yul-i! Uncle is Mama’s friend! So you can call me uncle, can’t you?”

At Hwangbo Cheonwu’s words, Yul-i looked at Peng Seoyeon with an awkward expression.
Peng Seoyeon let out a soft laugh and nodded, whereupon Yul-i gave a deep sigh as if she had no choice and planted both hands on her hips.

“Fine! Alright then, uncle? Satisfied?”
“What?”

Ha-ha-ha!
Everyone gathered in the restaurant burst into laughter.
What followed wasn’t Yul-i’s antics, but Hwangbo Cheonwu’s, with Yul-i seriously appraising his performance—a precious scene indeed.
Amidst that warmth, Peng Sejin quietly made his way to Yeo Unhui’s side.
“You should have told me beforehand if you were going to do something like that. Do you know how much I’ve been worrying?”
“Ha-ha. Was I? I’ll make sure to do that next time. Sorry, sorry.”

Yeo Unhui laughed sheepishly at Peng Sejin’s small complaint.
From Peng Sejin’s perspective, it might have seemed as though Yeo Unhui had arranged everything and was now completely at ease. But that was not the case.
Yeo Unhui had been at the martial grounds from the moment the tournament began until the moment it ended, watching the entire duel.
No one had noticed.
In the past.
Ever since the incident when Peng Seoyeon had been poisoned, Yeo Unhui had spent every night channeling his energy into the bodies of Peng Seoyeon and Yul-i.
This served partly to guard against any such occurrence happening again, but also to strengthen their bodies so they could withstand such an attack if it did.
The golden energy that Yeo Unhui channeled through them, circulating as it did throughout their bodies, was profoundly beneficial.
Of course, Yul-i might not have noticed, but Peng Seoyeon, having trained in martial arts, would have detected anything excessive.
Yet Yeo Unhui was so careful, infusing only the gentlest trickle of energy and letting it circulate imperceptibly.
And recently, he had finally completed a full cycle, transforming all the Internal Energy that had accumulated in her Dantian into utterly refined energy.
Moreover, because Yeo Unhui’s energy had repeatedly circulated through Peng Seoyeon’s body, the flow of her qi had become smoother than ever before.
This was precisely why she had been able to win against Danhok Hwaryeon with such tremendous momentum and power in the tournament.
Yet this outcome could not be credited to Yeo Unhui alone.
No matter how much energy Yeo Unhui had infused into Peng Seoyeon, without her own will to win, such a result would never have emerged.
Thus, the victory was the fruit of all things working together in harmony.
Therefore, Yeo Unhui had been certain that Peng Seoyeon would prevail.
Yet as is always the case with those who cherish someone, despite that certainty, the remote possibility of failure had driven him to slip away and watch in secret.
Interestingly, it seemed that only he and Peng Sejin were not the only ones worried about her.
Another figure, one evidently skilled in Concealment Technique, had been observing the tournament as well.
Likely, Peng Sejin’s father-in-law’s personal bodyguard, he guessed.
According to what Peng Sejin had told him, this man was the most skilled in Concealment Technique in Peng Manor.
Of course, he could not escape Yeo Unhui’s notice either.
In any case, Peng Seoyeon was unaware of how many people cared for her.
Soon the food arrived, and everyone gathered in the restaurant took their seats around the round table.
Peng Seoyeon had specifically requested a feast featuring not only Beijing’s finest dishes but also the delicacies that the Peng household favored.
“Now that I think of it, I’m only just introducing myself properly. I am Dang Mujun.”
Dang Mujun turned to greet Yeo Unhui, who sat across from Peng Seoyeon.
From the day they had arrived at Peng Manor until now.
With all the chaos of recent events, they had not yet even exchanged proper introductions.
“I am Hwangbo Cheonwu.”
“It is my great honor to meet the ones who will lead the Sacheon Dang Family and the Hwangbo Family. Pleased to meet you. I am Yeo Unhui.”

Yeo Unhui spoke in a warm manner, uncharacteristic of his usual reserve.
For his wife’s friends, this level of courtesy came without difficulty.

“You honor us too much. By the way, I’ve heard that you are the Lord of the Baeklang-dae.”
Baeklang-dae of Peng Manor. And the Lord of Baeklang-dae.
It was impossible that Dang Mujun and Hwangbo Cheonwu, two such men, would not know the story that everyone in the Central Plains—martial artists and commoners alike—had come to know.
Yeo Unhui smiled faintly at the pure admiration in their eyes, untainted by any mockery or ulterior motive, and answered them.
“Yes. I am grateful to have been entrusted with such a position despite my shortcomings, and I am doing my best to fulfill it worthily.”
“Shortcomings? Surely the Clan Patriarch showed great foresight in his choice.”

He had not yet properly mastered martial arts, or so they had heard.
He had only just begun to learn the Peng Manor’s Basic Dao Method.
Yet if one looked at the achievements the Baeklang-dae had accomplished since Yeo Unhui took command, there was certainly merit to Dang Mujun’s words.
Even without exceptional martial prowess, it would not be impossible if he possessed something capable of leading the Baeklang-dae well.
Though it was said that those trained in martial arts discriminated by the depth of their skill, martial prowess alone was not the sole means of winning people’s loyalty.
As sincere praise passed between them, a bright smile bloomed on Peng Seoyeon’s face as she watched her husband and his friends.
A genuinely happy expression.
Perhaps this was the moment when one of the wishes she had harbored came true.
Soon the meal began in this warm, convivial atmosphere.
A peaceful time unmarred by complaint or discontent.
The moment when five adults simultaneously reached over to place side dishes above little Yul-i’s rice bowl—an event, if it could be called one—passed in much the same way.
And the next day.

“I owe you much.”
“Owe me nothing. Come whenever you wish. I will be waiting.”
“Don’t ever say that, even out of politeness. This wretch really does show up whenever he’s bored.”
“No, I thought you meant it sincerely.”

Hwangbo Cheonwu grumbled in response to Dang Mujun’s anecdote.

“Then we’ll see each other again.”

With that farewell, Hwangbo Cheonwu and Dang Mujun departed from Peng Manor.
Peng Seoyeon, Peng Sejin, and Yeo Unhui saw them off.
After they had walked for some time and Peng Manor had long since disappeared from view,
Dang Mujun suddenly tilted his head, perplexed.

“But… no matter how I think about it, something feels off.”
“What is?”
“I feel like I’ve seen someone before, but I can’t for the life of me remember where. Where did I see him?”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Who else?”
“Huh?”

Hwangbo Cheonwu soon realized Dang Mujun was referring to Yeo Unhui and made a confused face.

“You must be mistaken. How could you possibly have crossed paths with him? You said he lived in the countryside teaching alongside Seoyeon all this time.”
“I suppose you’re right.”

Now that he thought about it, that reasoning made sense.
So Dang Mujun and Hwangbo Cheonwu resumed their journey.
Yet they did not know.
Behind them, as they departed, Yeo Unhui wore a subtle smile.

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