My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 124

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124.

At Hwangcheonseong’s repeated questions, Jang Sowun spoke irritably.

“I said the assassination of the Third Prince failed!”

Hwangcheonseong squeezed his eyes shut.

He had told her to be so careful, yet she had already carried out the deed and hadn’t even succeeded.

Hwangcheonseong grasped at the nearly severed thread of hope and asked.

“What happened to the Assassin?”

If the assassin had been killed on the spot while attempting the assassination, there would at least be some hope left.

“I don’t know.”

“Are they dead, or were they captured?”

Jang Sowun, biting her nails, shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

“Then how do you know it failed?”

Jang Sowun burst out shouting.

“Because the Third Prince is still alive, that’s how I know! You should have helped properly!”

She had done what he told her not to do and failed, so why were the arrows of blame flying toward him?

There are people who never acknowledge their own faults and always blame others when things go wrong.

Someone like Jang Sowun, with her gleaming eyes full of madness, was exactly that type of person.

“Hurry up and come up with a solution!”

“How could I possibly have a solution? I was against assassinating the Third Prince from the beginning…”

“You’re wrong for only opposing without any concrete plan! At least earn your keep at times like this! Do you know how much money has gone into you and that Myeoncheonhoe!”

Hwangcheonseong barely suppressed his urge to shout back.

“Was that money spent for my sake? It was all for the First Prince’s Treatment costs and to become emperor…”

“If the imperial physician had done his job properly, His Highness would already be emperor!”

Jang Sowun looked ready to throw the inkstone her left hand had touched at any moment.

‘She’s insane. Completely insane.’

There was no other explanation for this besides Madness Syndrome.

“I understand. I’ll try to find a way.”

For now, there was no other option but to appease Jang Sowun.

“Hurry up. If the Assassin was captured and confesses…”

She trailed off because she couldn’t predict what would happen next.

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

Hwangcheonseong’s chest felt suffocating as he left after giving his farewell, as if a thousand-pound iron weight had been placed on it.

Choosing the First Prince’s side from the beginning had been a mistake.

He should have first confirmed whether it was a treatable condition before diving in, but the fact that haste leads to failure had been a truth since ancient times.

Still, he had no intention of giving up.

Repaying kindness twofold and grudges a hundredfold was a will embedded like instinct.

‘The First Prince is a lost cause, so who should I attach myself to?’

Due to Myeoncheonhoe’s repeated failures and some even collapsing, their power had weakened considerably.

Opposing the Demonic Cult with Myeoncheonhoe alone would truly be like hitting a Rock with an egg, so he couldn’t give up the Imperial Palace.

‘Attaching myself to the Second Prince or Sa Hwangja would be most realistic.’

It would be awkward to go under the Third Prince.

Though he didn’t know now, someday he would learn about the relationship between him and the First Prince.

‘Which of the First Prince’s brothers would be suitable?’

Since there were so many claiming they would become emperor, the range of choices was wide too.

Among them, he needed to choose someone with the highest possibility who also needed him.

While thinking about various things and leaving Dongsungjeong, three children approached from ahead.

Sometimes the children of high-ranking ministers would enter the Forbidden City for sightseeing, so it wasn’t strange.

So he tried to pass by without paying much attention, but the Girl among the three children blocked his path.

“Child, do you have business with me?”

“It’s been a while.”

“Huh?”

No matter how he looked, it was a child he was seeing for the first time, and a six or seven-year-old saying “it’s been a while”?

“Do you know me?”

“There’s probably no one in this Imperial Palace who knows you better than we do.”

What felt particularly out of place was the way of speaking that differed from the young appearance.

“You’ll get in trouble for teasing adults.”

The Shaggy-haired Boy behind shot back bluntly.

“Look who’s talking like an adult.”

Hwangcheonseong quickly looked around his surroundings.

The fact that no one was around made him even more anxious.

“It seems you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“Ma-ui.”

As soon as those two characters came out, he felt as if his heart was rolling around in his stomach.

“You, you guys…!”

“This is the first time I learned your name is Hwangcheonseong? Is that your real name?”

As Hwangcheonseong took a step back, suddenly the back of his neck stung and his consciousness became hazy.

He had no idea how long he had been unconscious.

When he struggled to lift his eyelids, darkness like early evening caught his vision.

After blinking a couple of times, he saw three blurry figures.

“Are you conscious?”

At the Girl’s voice, he was startled as if cold water had been poured over him and tried to get up.

No, he tried to get up but couldn’t move even a fingertip.

“Who, who are you?”

Fortunately, his pressure points weren’t blocked, so he could still speak.

“Who do you think we are?”

If the other party were adults, he would eagerly summon memories from the past, but Hwangcheonseong didn’t know a single child.

“How would I know that?”

The Shaggy-haired Boy lifted Hwangcheonseong up and seated him in a Chair.

‘What kind of strength does a seven-year-old have!’

Since his pressure points had been subdued, it was certain that the children had learned Martial Arts.

Even if it was a surprise attack, the fact that Hwangcheonseong was defeated without a chance to resist meant they were masters.

But six or seven-year-old children being masters?

“Whoever you are, this is the Imperial Palace. How dare you kidnap a physician in the Imperial Palace. No matter if you’re children, this is an unforgivable grave sin.”

“Isn’t it a sin for Ma-ui of the Demonic Sect to serve as a physician in the Imperial Palace?”

His breath caught.

The two characters “Ma-ui” he had heard before losing consciousness weren’t a hallucination.

His hair stood on end and his unmoving fingertips seemed to tremble.

“What, what nonsense are you…”

The Girl cut off his attempt to deny it.

“Don’t waste time. We’ll have to be together for a long while anyway, and if we waste time in the introduction, it gets boring from the middle part. I can’t stand boring things.”

The Shaggy-haired Boy muttered, “When she gets bored, she starts breaking fingers.”

Whether it was a joke or serious, it was a terrible thing to say, and if it was a threat, it was quite effective.

It was even more frightening because a child was saying it.

“What, what do you want from me?”

“First, for you to admit that you’re Ma-ui.”

The children definitely knew about Hwangcheonseong’s past.

Then the first thing he needed to do was find out the children’s identities as well.

“First, reveal who you are.”

The girl answered without a moment’s hesitation.

“Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang.”

“Huh?”

“Of course, not now. That’s the name you knew us by in the past.”

“That’s complete nonsense… Samtaesang passed away long ago.”

“Did the Cult Leader tell you that? That we died.”

There was no need to hear it from the Cult Leader or confirm the corpses.

Ma-ui knew that Samtaesang had been imprisoned in the underground Thunder Prison by the Cult Leader.

And the fact that they never reappeared meant Samtaesang’s death.

“It’s something I could know without being told. Moreover, with that appearance, how could I believe you’re Samtaesang?”

“If we were trying to deceive you, we would have appeared in a more convincing form.”

“You need to make sense. Children like you claiming to be Samtaesang.”

The shaggy-haired boy stepped forward.

“Why are we wasting time? Find out what we need to know, and if he won’t talk, just cut off a few fingers. This guy can’t stand pain. He’ll probably spill everything after just one finger.”

Ominously, the girl nodded.

“Mantong-i, you might be right. Want to do the cutting?”

“Should I? It’s been a while since I tore off someone’s finger with bare hands. Hehehe…”

The child called Mantong-i came directly in front and grabbed Hwangcheonseong’s left pinky finger.

Since his pressure points were sealed and he had no sensation, there would be no pain, but that made it even more terrifying.

Watching a body part get torn off right before his eyes was a fear unrelated to pain.

“W-wait a moment!”

But Mantong didn’t release his pinky finger.

“We haven’t even asked anything yet, so what’s with the ‘wait a moment’?”

“Then you should ask a question!”

“Do you really not know who we are?”

At that moment, his mind seemed to clear up completely.

Why didn’t he think of that?

“Seol Podoo’s triplet siblings!”

He had heard it from his disciple Wang Cheongyeong.

That Seol Mujin, who had emerged as Myeoncheonhoe’s greatest enemy, had seven-year-old triplet siblings.

Mantong-i suddenly struck the back of his head.

Thanks to his sealed pressure points, it didn’t hurt, but it felt unpleasant.

“This bastard used to give irrelevant answers back then too, and he still hasn’t fixed that habit!”

Then the boy who hadn’t said a word until now spoke up.

“First, release the pressure points. Whether we cut fingers or wrists, he needs to feel pain to talk.”

“Ah! That’s right!”

Finally, the pressure points were released.

But Hwangcheonseong still couldn’t move recklessly.

Because if he acted rashly, it seemed like his neck, not his finger, would fly off.

Mantong-i grabbed his pinky finger again and said.

“That Yeon Gok guy believed us relatively easily, so why are you so stupid?”

“Y-Yeon Gok? Black-Robed Yeon Gok? That bastard is dead!”

“He’s perfectly alive and will probably live longer than you.”

“B-but how do you know Yeon Gok? Could you really be Samtaesang?”

The four characters “Rejuvenation Technique” suddenly flashed through his mind.

“Rejuvenation Technique?”

“Are you stupidly just realizing that now?”

“You’re too young to have used the Rejuvenation Technique…”

“What do you know about the Rejuvenation Technique?”

True, he only knew that it made one young again, but had never actually seen it.

And he had believed the Rejuvenation Technique itself was fiction, like legends or folktales.

Even granting a hundred concessions that Samtaesang had used the Rejuvenation Technique, it didn’t make sense for them to be here in this place now.

“You’re wondering why we’re here instead of dying in Thunder Prison?”

At the girl’s question, Hwangcheonseong found himself nodding unconsciously.

“Do you remember Byeon Taebang, who was the master of Myeongun Hall?”

How could he not know?

There had been quite a commotion when he escaped from the Demonic Cult and disappeared without a trace.

“I know… him.”

He was starting to feel uneasy.

What if the children before him really were Samtaesang who had used the Rejuvenation Technique?

“That Byeon Taebang took us when we were young and fled.”

A picture formed in his mind.

They knew that he was Ma-ui, about Black-Robed Yeon Gok, and even about the relatively unimportant Byeon Taebang.

These were facts that only insiders of the Demonic Cult could know.

But he still couldn’t accept the reality that the children before him were Samtaesang who had used the Rejuvenation Technique.

“Let me ask just one thing…”

“Ask away.”

“I once made a medicine for one of the Samtaesang back then. Do you know what that medicine was?”

The girl snorted.

“What medicine would we commission from you, who was always second to Yeon Gok?”

They even knew something like that?

Now he really seemed to have to believe them, but it wasn’t decisive evidence that the children before him were Samtaesang.

The girl stated definitively.

“We had no need for medicine from you, who couldn’t even make a Lotus Empress Attack Pill.”

Then the shaggy-haired boy quietly raised his hand.

With the expression of a young student who was sure to get scolded by the teacher.

“Um…”

The other two children’s faces contorted with annoyance.

“You again?”

“Yeon Gok happened to be busy then. It was medicine that could be made by someone other than Yeon Gok.”

“Sigh! I bet it was something like an aphrodisiac.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“What else could the medicine you needed be besides such filthy stuff?”

“Diarrhea medicine.”

“Huh? You suffered from diarrhea? Diarrhea can be treated with internal energy, can’t it?”

“No, it was medicine that causes diarrhea, to be precise. So severe that it couldn’t be treated with internal energy. Right?”

Mantong-i asked Hwangcheonseong, and Hwangcheonseong nodded like a wooden puppet.

“Then you’ll believe we’re Samtaesang?”

As Hwangcheonseong was nodding, the girl asked.

“Mantong-i, why did you need such medicine? Who were you planning to torment again…”

The girl’s face contorted like a demon as she spoke up to that point.

“Right, I remember now. I suffered from diarrhea exactly once after turning sixteen. For three whole days, I had watery diarrhea… You bastard! Did you use that on me?”

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