Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 50

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Mujin’s blue eyes were looking at Riser’s face as if taking precise aim.

 

To Riser, that gaze felt unbearably burdensome.

 

‘He said he came looking for me.’

 

What would Mujin do if he found out she was Dang Ri-seo?

 

She was afraid he might burst into anger, asking if she had lied to someone of Cheonma bloodline.

 

Of course, from what Riser had observed of Mujin’s character so far, he wasn’t quite that terrible.

 

‘But there’s no smoke without fire.’

 

Though his frequent appearances lately made her somewhat doubt his rarity, Cheonma bloodline was originally noble blood on a completely different level from some local influential family’s lineage.

 

Especially considering the Demonic Sect’s nature of worshipping Gyoju like a god, Mujin was nominally comparable to a son of god—literally a heavenly status.

 

‘If such a son of god earned the derogatory title of scoundrel young master, he must have lived quite recklessly.’

 

There must be a cause for every effect.

 

If the reputation of being a scoundrel was the result, then there must be a corresponding cause somewhere. Even if it wasn’t immediately visible to Riser.

 

‘What should I do?’

 

Perhaps noticing Riser’s troubled expression, Mujin released her wrist and said.

 

“It’s fine. It’s not something I absolutely need to know.”

 

“….”

 

In her heart, she wanted to step forward saying ‘No, I’ll tell you.’

 

‘That would make the atmosphere so much softer.’

 

But since she couldn’t do that, the air only grew heavier.

 

Mujin couldn’t quite understand how the situation had suddenly become so awkward.

 

They were close enough to share secret feelings, yet they couldn’t even exchange names once.

 

He suddenly let out a hollow laugh.

 

“I’m having such a hard time with introductions lately.”

 

“….”

 

Riser immediately understood what Mujin was talking about.

 

‘He’s talking about me.’

 

They had met as cellmates and chatted about all sorts of worldly matters, yet she hadn’t told him her name.

 

“Go inside now. It’s the hour of the Rat—time to sleep.”

 

Riser smiled slightly at Mujin’s wordplay and nodded.

 

“I will. Then….”

 

She felt bad about not revealing her name to say she’d see him again.

 

To form any kind of relationship, it should start with sharing names.

 

Strangely, for Riser and Mujin, that beginning was particularly difficult.

 

Riser bowed her head deeply to substitute for the trailing farewell and left the rear garden with quick steps.

 

“….”

 

Mujin kept that departing figure at the edge of his vision, watching the softly fluttering green-colored hem for a long time.

 

* * *

 

The next morning.

 

Riser looked down at the mysterious rhubarb placed on the table.

 

‘What is this supposed to imply?’

 

At least she had an idea who might have brought it.

 

It must have been left by Jegal Lin, who had waited for her hall mate who suddenly ran out during their conversation before going to bed. Or at least she had asked a servant to do it.

 

“My lady. Did you cough?”

 

“Mee-young. This…. No. Is Lin awake?”

 

“She should be. She’s someone who doesn’t sleep much by nature.”

 

Oh? Was that so?

 

Riser found it interesting to learn a new fact about Jegal Lin.

 

Come to think of it, even after staying up all night searching for Namgung Yeonhwa on the first day, she had been fine the next day.

 

‘I should observe carefully whether she’s naturally the type who doesn’t need much sleep, or if she’s suffering from insomnia.’

 

“Shall I bring washing water?”

 

“Yes, please do.”

 

Mee-young bowed her head and stepped back, then hesitated for a moment before speaking carefully.

 

“Though it may be presumptuous, may I say something?”

 

“Ah… go ahead.”

 

Riser’s feet went cold, wondering if she had been caught fooling around in the rear garden last night and breaking the retaining wall stones of the pond.

 

“Though it may seem good that my lady treats us servants with respectful speech, it’s actually not a wise course of action. The servants feel awkward, worried they might appear to be serving poorly, and it also subtly burdens the ladies of other residences.”

 

Ah! That’s not it. What a relief.

 

“I understand.”

 

Riser nodded with a noticeably relieved and bright expression.

 

“…? You do understand correctly, don’t you?”

 

“Yes. Formalities don’t exist for no reason, so I should speak down to those I should speak down to—that way everyone is comfortable.”

 

“You truly understand. This rude Mee-young begs forgiveness for her transgression.”

 

Mee-young smiled and bowed deeply.

 

A subordinate had impudently given advice to a superior, which was punishable behavior.

 

“It’s fine. I cannot punish honest counsel.”

 

“I am deeply grateful for your mercy.”

 

Naturally, this was just procedural behavior—Mee-young didn’t actually think Riser would punish her at this point.

 

“I’ll bring the washing water now. I’ve prepared the same items you use, like the jade face soap, so you don’t need to take out your personal belongings.”

 

“You found the exact same thing?”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

From the way she spoke, it seemed she had really found the same item somewhere.

 

Had she ordered it from the Dang Family? Mee-young’s abilities were becoming more and more impressive and likeable.

 

“If there’s nothing more to ask….”

 

“Ah! Yes. Go ahead.”

 

Mee-young bowed again and left the room walking backwards.

 

Next time I should tell her to turn around and walk forward. It would be terrible if she fell while carrying a wash basin walking backwards.

 

‘But I’m worried.’

 

Riser sighed in distress.

 

There was a high probability that today, Mujin would definitely come knocking on Cheonryeon Palace’s door.

 

With Mujin’s status, he wouldn’t need to search for someone the hard way.

 

He could just give his name, call for Sangwan Baek, and demand he produce Dang Ri-seo.

 

She couldn’t just stubbornly refuse to come out.

 

-My lady. It’s Mee-young.

 

“Come in.”

 

While pondering this unsolvable problem, Mee-young quickly returned.

 

A wash basin filled with lukewarm water, several silk towels sorted by purpose.

 

And the jade face soap she had cleverly found and newly prepared, claiming it was identical, were neatly placed before Riser.

 

“I’ll help you with your morning wash.”

 

“Please do.”

 

Mee-young washed Riser’s face with delicate hand movements.

 

‘It’s jade face soap made by the Dang Family—how did she get an identical one?’

 

She wondered if it might be a roughly similar item, but somehow that didn’t seem right.

 

If that were the case, she would have said she found a similar item to try, not boldly claim it was identical.

 

Mee-young opened the lid of the jade-colored ceramic container and said.

 

“Would you like to see for yourself?”

 

Riser nodded and scooped out a bit of the jade face soap Mee-young had obtained, placing it on her palm and rubbing it in circles.

 

She checked the distinctive texture, color, and even smell one by one, but couldn’t find any differences.

 

“It really is identical. Did you send a caravan to Sichuan?”

 

“Actually, I made it myself.”

 

“What?!”

 

When Riser looked at her in surprise, Mee-young puffed out her chest and smiled.

 

‘This one has a rather cunning side to her.’

 

She had volunteered because Riser acknowledged they were the same, but if there had been any shortcomings after inspection, she would have certainly retreated, saying she’d prepare something else.

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