Surviving as the Heavenly Demon’s Concubine - Chapter 83

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“So how are you connected in reality?”

Mujin felt an inexplicable reluctance to reveal the truth when he saw Riser’s expression, which seemed subtly excited with interest.

“…I’ll leave it to your imagination.”

“Oh come on. I’m curious.”

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“Sangwan Baek! Sangwan Baek!”

Jegal Lin ran to the highest-ranking person she knew.

When a situation couldn’t be resolved even with two Mazong and one person of Cheonma Bloodline desperately trying their best, there was no choice but to call someone of higher authority.

“Who might you be, young lady, to seek the Sangwan Baek?”

Lee In-pil, assistant to the Office of the Sangwan Baek, felt both bewilderment and wariness when an unfamiliar girl suddenly came looking for the Sangwan Baek.

“I am called Jegal Lin… I humbly request an audience with the Sangwan Baek!”

“You didn’t send word ahead.”

“Th-that’s because it’s such an urgent matter… Is the lord currently inside?”

Lee In-pil looked Jegal Lin up and down, thinking to himself.

‘The fabric looks expensive. It would be risky to carelessly turn her away. Judging by the dialect in her speech, she doesn’t seem to be of particularly noble birth… Ah! She must be a servant attending to someone important.’

Looking at her again with the assumption she was a servant, the clothing made with abundant expensive silk seemed even more valuable.

Servants dressed in silk were generally children particularly cherished by their masters.

‘Sometimes such influence can be better than official rank.’

A master’s power naturally becomes their subordinate’s power.

Lee In-pil arbitrarily assigned Jegal Lin a rank of middle-middle-upper and adopted an attitude befitting that status.

“Of course he’s here. However, he’s extremely busy with official duties, so I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to meet him immediately. Please come inside for now.”

“Yes, yes… Thank you.”

Jegal Lin, who had even prepared herself for being turned away at the door, followed the assistant gratefully, though bewildered by the unexpected hospitality.

The assistant guided Jegal Lin to a waiting room while asking light questions and leading a conversation that was both casual and quite suggestive.

“You came from Cheonryeon Palace?”

When he learned that Jegal Lin’s status was not that of a servant but a prospective concubine from the Central Plains, the assistant quietly lowered her rank to middle-lower-middle.

“Yes. But today I didn’t come because of Cheonryeon Palace. I was looking for someone of high standing who could help the lords, and inevitably came to the Sangwan Baek. After all, isn’t the pen mightier than the sword?”

“The lords… you mean?”

“Muwae Geomma Yeonsoha and Cheonhyeong Dogma Umungoe.”

Jegal Lin deliberately didn’t mention Cheonmu Jin, considering his ruined reputation.

It wasn’t very wise rhetoric to attach an insignificant name after mentioning a series of impressive ones.

“Two Mazong?”

Lee In-pil reluctantly raised Jegal Lin’s rank to middle-upper-middle.

This was equivalent to a decent lower-level official.

“I do hope the Sangwan Baek will help you, young lady. Though I’m inadequate, I’ll also do my best to put in a word for you.”

“Would you really? I’m truly grateful.”

Jegal Lin thought Lee In-pil was a really good person.

A short while later, Muk-in Chongkwan’s servant came to the visitor waiting room and said:

“Thank you for waiting, Lady Chang’e.”

From the title ‘Lady Chang’e,’ it seemed the identity verification was complete.

Jegal Lin followed the Sangwan Baek’s servant with quick steps toward the office,

where she witnessed the scene of Muk-in Chongkwan beating Lee In-pil with a judge’s brush made of ten-thousand-year cold iron.

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Song Ha decided to seek out an expert in internal energy cultivation.

While Muk-in Chongkwan’s authority would reach every corner of Mount Shiwandai, to actually solve the problem, wouldn’t it ultimately need the hands of working-level staff?

‘At first I thought about visiting the Martial King… but he’s probably more focused on external martial arts than internal energy.’

It would have been words that would greatly disappoint Eom Cheon-geuk if he had heard them.

Just because someone has a muscular, imposing physique doesn’t mean they necessarily prioritize external over internal martial arts. Of course, Eom Cheon-geuk himself was more confident in external martial arts.

Thus, the place Song Ha ultimately headed was not Pacheon Hall where the Martial King spent his time.

「Yakwang-jeon (Medicine King Hall)」

Since it was her first time visiting Yakwang-jeon, Song Ha couldn’t help but feel somewhat nervous.

“Is anyone there?”

In the Front Hall, patients with minor injuries were sitting or standing casually waiting their turn, while uniformed medical women busily carried notebooks, recording the patients’ symptoms.

‘This is quite embarrassing.’

Seeing the patients waiting their turn while suffering, she felt that coming to request a house call with a perfectly healthy body would only be a nuisance.

“What brings you here? Are you unwell?”

“…!!”

Just then, a physician approached Song Ha.

Song Ha, who had been extremely tense, jumped in surprise and unconsciously rattled off her prepared words at tremendous speed.

“I’mSongHafromCheonryeonPalaceIhaveanurgentmattertodiscusswiththeYakwang-jeonmasteritsconcerningachildnamedDangRi-seofromompalacewho’sinfangerofqideviationandtwolordMazongandtheThirdPrincewho’reearbyaretakingcareofherbutallnightlongtherehasbeennoimprovementwhatsoever!”

“Calm yourself, Miss Song Ha.”

The physician gently grasped Song Ha’s shoulders and slowly massaged them while showing a warm smile.

“Let’s hear your story slowly. Though I’m not the Yakwang-jeon master, my authority is no less than his, so I swear I’ll be of help to you.”

“Ah…”

Only then could Song Ha properly see the physician’s face.

A gentle-featured, handsome man reminiscent of a flower deer was gracefully smiling.

‘Wow… he’s really handsome.’

Having lived her entire life on Mount Wudang, seeing only her sweaty, stone-like senior brothers, this was a shockingly pretty man for Song Ha.

“Oh my. I’m late with introductions.”

The beautiful physician smiled as purely and shyly as morning dew.

“Deputy master of Yakwang-jeon, Cheonmu Seong.”

“Cheon… Museong, sir.”

Suddenly Song Ha felt her mouth going dry.

Her heart was pounding, and this feeling was truly a first in her life.

“Mm. Not that.”

Museong shook his head slightly.

But his lustrous half-tied hair swayed near his chin.

“Museong. Wouldn’t it be truly delightful if you called me that?”

“Mu, Museong…? That’s a bit too, how should I put it… informal…”

As Song Ha fidgeted restlessly, Museong laughed as if he found her adorable.

Then he curved his finger and lightly caught Song Ha’s hair that swayed like a horse’s tail, sliding it along before drawing it to his lips.

“I prefer things without such formality.”

Museong whispered softly and then kissed Song Ha’s hair.

“How about it? Shall we two go somewhere quiet and spend time more intimately?”

“…!!”

It was the most stimulating moment in Song Ha’s 17 years of life at Song-ha Dojang.

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