Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 39

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Riser could guess why this situation had occurred.

 

Since the system wasn’t properly established, there were ambiguous corners everywhere they went.

 

In principle, the current status of the Cheonryeon Palace girls was merely ‘prospective initiates,’ which corresponded to the lowest tier in the Demon Sect.

 

Even if someone was a martial artist who held money, honor, and martial power in one hand outside Mount Shiwandai, religious groups had their own standards.

 

The problem was that these girls would become the Heavenly Emperor’s harem in just a few hundred days.

 

Someone among them might receive favor and conceive a child of Cheonma bloodline.

 

The child born that way might win the Junior Sect Leader competition, or even if not, there was a non-zero possibility of becoming the next sect leader’s mother. (About 0.0001% perhaps)

 

It was precisely because of that 0.0001% possibility that they couldn’t do this or that.

 

‘Principles need to be established somehow for everyone’s convenience.’

 

It was regrettable in many ways.

 

Despite appearances, the Cheonryeon Palace girls were all talents selected from renowned martial groups, so they wouldn’t even groan under moderately harsh training.

 

“The instructor will probably change again, right?”

 

Namgung Yeonhwa whispered.

 

“Again? Isn’t that person the first one?”

 

“No. It’s already the third one.”

 

No matter how uncomfortable it was to deal with them, to abandon assigned duties so easily.

 

‘Too irresponsible.’

 

Riser unconsciously made a displeased expression, then quickly hid it with an expressionless face.

 

But Moyong Hye wasn’t one to miss that momentary reaction.

 

“They didn’t quit. They were fired.”

 

“Fired?”

 

Moyong Hye nodded, and the other girls also nodded up and down in agreement. Peng Guyeon, with her arms crossed, rolled her eyes as if recalling past events and said.

 

“The first assigned instructor was much older. Seemed like a retired martial artist?”

 

“Right. Since they’re supposed to be harem members, they deliberately brought an older person so there wouldn’t be any romantic entanglements with the instructor.”

 

The intention to protect the chastity of the prospective harem was good, but the elderly retired martial artist couldn’t understand the complex and subtle special status of the Cheonryeon Palace girls.

 

He treated them like ordinary prospective initiates, saying what did it matter if they succeeded later.

 

“You vermin-like outside wenches! Be prepared to roll until all the dust from outside Cheonryeon Mountain is shaken off!”

 

“Oh my, no wonder he got fired.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

Was the position of ‘future harem member’ given for free?

 

The Cheonryeon Mountain girls, who gained the qualification to become the Heavenly Emperor’s harem in exchange for donating enormous amounts of money in the name of their families and sects, were VIP prospective initiates, so to speak.

 

If you treated them the same as people who came to join the Demon Sect because they had no way to make a living, you were bound to face disaster.

 

The Cheonryeon Palace officials turned pale and called Sangwan Baek, and the first instructor was dismissed on the spot.

 

“Then what about the second one? With precedent, they wouldn’t have repeated the same mistake.”

 

“Hmm. Well, the thing is.”

 

The second instructor to take office was a young woman.

 

Since they were the same gender, there was no worry about romantic entanglements, and she wasn’t old enough to be set in her ways, so they thought she wouldn’t cause problems. She actually lasted a few more days.

 

“Why was that person fired?”

 

“Bribery.”

 

“Ah.”

 

The second instructor was someone who understood the special nature of the Cheonryeon Palace girls too well.

 

She coaxed the proud girls to demand money and goods in exchange for promising good grades.

 

Riser was dumbfounded.

 

“Morning training only requires attendance. Who would try to solve such a subject with bribes?”

 

“Sapa members, what else. Remember her? That pretty girl from Haohmun who plays the pipa.”

 

“Yes. I remember.”

 

Although they hadn’t exchanged names, she was a striking beauty who even performed a talent show, leaving a deep impression.

 

‘Since she’s from Haohmun, maybe she wasn’t confident in physical activities?’

 

Even so, trying to bribe an instructor when the semester had barely started was rather disappointing.

 

“She was the whistleblower. She’s being severely ostracized among the Sapa members now.”

 

‘Hmm. I didn’t expect this.’

 

Even at the banquet, it seemed like she didn’t get along well with the other Sapa members.

 

Riser couldn’t help but be surprised that such tumultuous incidents had occurred in just ten days since opening.

 

‘So is the third instructor an upright and incorruptible person who doesn’t accept bribes?’

 

Looking up again, the third instructor was having a serious conversation with a Cheonryeon Palace official about something.

 

Then, as if they couldn’t reach an agreement, he turned around and walked away somewhere.

 

Following that, the Cheonryeon Palace official came to the center of the training ground, bowed his head, and said.

 

“It must be disappointing to part ways right after meeting. The instructor has unavoidable personal circumstances…”

 

So this is how it ends up. I thought the atmosphere didn’t look good.

 

The difference from the previous two cases was that the third instructor seemed to have voluntarily given up, saying he couldn’t handle it.

 

Well, of course. An upright and incorruptible person couldn’t flatter the trainees.

 

“When on earth will we actually train at this rate!”

 

Peng Guyeon shouted loudly.

 

“That’s right!”

 

The other girls also seemed to have accumulated subtle dissatisfaction with the repeated instructor changes, as agreeing voices continued from here and there.

 

“Guarantee our! Training rights!”

 

“Guarantee them! Guarantee them!”

 

“Bring us a master! Instructor!”

 

“Bring one! Bring one!”

 

‘She has a talent for agitation.’

 

As the well-behaved prospective harem members instantly transformed into protesters, the Cheonryeon Palace official didn’t know what to do.

 

“Please calm down, ladies! The next instructor will definitely…!”

 

Poor thing. That person probably has no authority whatsoever.

 

Riser thought without bothering to stop Peng Guyeon leading the protesters, nor joining the protest herself.

 

‘Anyway, it’s fortunate that we’re not making progress.’

 

Although she hadn’t attended for ten days, it seemed there wouldn’t be much impact on her grades, which was reassuring.

 

* * *

 

Cheonyang Seol’s mornings are slow.

 

Really, really slow. Her memories of being awake during morning hours were dim.

 

This was because she spent every night at various social gatherings, night parties, secret auctions, and mysterious entertainments, falling asleep at sunrise.

 

“Grand Princess. Grand Princess.”

 

“…You must want to die.”

 

How dare you wake me during the morning.

 

This was impossible unless it was a brave servant who didn’t value her life.

 

Whether that boldness was courage or recklessness, she would have to pay the price to find out.

 

“The Third Prince has arrived.”

 

However, the servant also had something to rely on.

 

The man with the worst reputation among the current Cheonma bloodline had visited Cheonyang Seol’s residence.

 

Cheonyang Seol half-opened her eyes, frowned, and asked as if incredulous.

 

“Is Mujin scarier than me?”

 

The servant politely shook her head and answered calmly.

 

“It’s not that I avoid him out of fear, and while I have my own reasons, I cannot speak words that would dishonor the Cheonma bloodline with my humble lips, so I wish to remain silent. Please understand.”

 

“Impudent thing. You consider my half-brother as filth.”

 

“Please don’t understand it to that extent.”

 

The servant, who had elegantly expressed ‘Are you avoiding him because the scoundrel is scary? You avoid him because he’s disgusting,’ skillfully washed the face of Cheonyang Seol, who was still lying in bed.

 

Even while applying makeup to her face and changing her clothes, Cheonyang Seol only rolled left and right as the servant directed, without getting up from the bed.

 

“Grand Princess. You need to do your hair now.”

 

However, the work of styling hair couldn’t be done lying down.

 

The servant propped a large silk cushion against Cheonyang Seol’s back to force her into a sitting position, then touched her hair with quick hand movements.

 

-Sister. Are you sleeping?

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