The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 37

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Chapter 37

“Good heavens, it’s freezing…….”
Winter had come to Cheongryong Palace once more.
It was already the third winter she’d endured here, and yet the cold bit sharper than ever.
Aran huddled beneath the Black Wool Fur that Tae-o had sent her long ago, layered atop her quilts, and still she trembled.
“When will this wretched Flame Resistance finally complete itself?”
In her past life, Aran had reached a point where neither heat nor cold touched her much, and she’d once believed it was simply the result of hardship—that suffering had hardened her patience into an iron thing.
A foolish notion, in hindsight.
She’d learned later that she possessed a Flame Resistance superior to anyone else’s.
That was why she could endure both scorching heat and bitter cold with ease.
But not yet. Not in this life.
“Ah, so cold…….”
Shivering, she burrowed deeper into her quilts and resumed her Innate Ability training.
More than a year had passed since she reclaimed her power, and in that time she’d thrown herself into relentless practice day and night.
By now she could fill an entire wall with whatever scene she desired.
Though she only showed it to the occasional visiting birds—whether the illusion would fool a human eye remained an open question.
With the Saesin Festival now mere months away, Aran couldn’t afford to slack in her training.
The cold alone drove her mind toward Jujak Palace, and she let it wander.
The scarlet tiles gleaming beneath the southern sun, columns wrapped in golden relief, the courtyard blooming with pomegranate flowers, hot springs steaming even in winter…….
Whatever wretches inhabited Jujak Palace, she couldn’t deny the longing for that southern warmth.
Lost in the illusion, Aran felt her numb fingertips beginning to thaw, dissolving into a pleasant warmth.
So absorbed was she that she never heard the door slide open.
The door creaked. Yeon stepped inside.
“Huh?”
Yeon stared at the wall where the window had once been, her jaw falling slack.
There stood golden pillars beneath a red-tiled roof—a sight she’d never glimpsed before in her life.
“Aran, what is this? Where is this?”
“Oh!”
Only then did Aran realize Yeon had entered. She scrambled to erase the illusion.
Jujak Palace vanished as swiftly as a dream dissolving upon waking.
But the problem remained.
Her eyes must have changed color, patterns blooming at the corners—she was certain of it.
Aran pulled the Black Wool Fur up over her head and collapsed forward onto the quilts, keeping only her eyes visible above the bedding.
“Ku……, kuuuu…….”
Yeon tilted her head, watching Aran’s sudden performance.
“Hm? Is Aran sleeping?”
“Mmph……, I’m sleeping…….”
Aran threw herself fully into the act of slumber, though her body betrayed her with a tremor.
She couldn’t let Yeon discover the truth about the Jujak……!
Could such clumsy acting fool Yeon? She wasn’t a baby anymore, after all……!
As Aran held her breath, forcing the charade to continue, Yeon spoke with a note of resignation.
“Hmm? Aran’s asleep, then? Got it. I’ll come back next time.”
But before leaving, she glanced once more toward where the red roof had been, tilting her head in confusion.
“That’s odd, though…… I could have sworn there was a golden pillar over there a moment ago. Did I imagine it……?”
While Aran lay rigid with anxiety beneath the fur, Yeon sighed softly and muttered to herself.
“Then again, there’s no red roof anywhere in Cheongryong Palace. I must be losing my mind.”
Aran let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.
Thank the heavens that dragons had such poor eyesight.

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A few days later, the twins were summoned to the clan leader’s chambers.
They’d gotten into a fierce brawl in the corridor and smashed a wall.
Cheong-un regarded Cheong-min with an air of weary inevitability. “What was it this time?”
Cheong-min looked up, aggrieved.
“Cheong-min didn’t do anything wrong! Father always blames Cheong-min and—”

It was crystal clear that Cheong-min was currently the Cheongryong Palace’s most notorious troublemaker.
Yet Min never shirked responsibility with excuses—he was brazenly unapologetic instead.
At that, Cheong-un’s gaze turned toward Aran.
Her usually gentle mouth crumpled into a scowl, and her face looked as though tears might spill any second.
Min cried out triumphantly.
“Min was only trying to visit Aran, but Aran suddenly appeared and kicked me!”
Aran shot back without yielding.
“Min was trying to barge into someone else’s room without permission! It’s improper!”
The twins, excited enough that their pronunciation was beginning to slip, both huffed indignantly beside Min.
“It’s not even your room! What business is it of yours!”
“I, I just—! I—!”
“Are you trying to be like Tae-o and claim Aran as yours?!”
“No, but—!”
The twins, who were about to start fighting again right there in front of the household head, ultimately received the punishment of attending classes double the next day.
After the twins left the room, Cheong-un turned to Hee-rim, who was wearing an enigmatic smile for some reason.
“Do you know what this is about?”
“From what I’ve heard, my lord,” Hee-rim replied with a faint grin.
—
“The youngest young master has apparently been acting like a guard, watching Miss Aran’s room. The Training Master has seen it happen several times.”
Cheong-un let out a bemused laugh.
“I hear the Training Master has run out of duties to occupy himself with.”
Cheong-un shook his head with exasperation, chuckling despite himself.
It seemed the Cheongryong Palace family could be divided into several categories.
First, those who didn’t know Aran’s secret.
Second, those who knew but pretended not to.
Third, those who actively protected Aran’s secret.
“Is it really all right to bring Aran to the Saesin Festival?” Cheong-un asked.
Hee-rim answered carefully.
“Personally, I would recommend against it, but Miss Aran wishes it so very much. Besides, the current clan head has made a special request as well.”
Cheong-un nodded slowly.
Aran, who rarely asked for anything, had shown considerable interest in the Saesin Festival of late and had expressed several times her desire to accompany him.
If he left her behind, it would be easy for her to misunderstand—to think he didn’t consider her true Cheongryong blood.
Should he perhaps acknowledge that she was Jujak and protect her all the more actively?
But perhaps the reason Aran was so eager to go to the Imperial Capital was that she wanted to observe the people of Jujak Palace up close—
And if, against all odds, Aran chose Jujak Palace… what then? Would he have to let her go, however reluctant?
Cheong-un had begun to feel melancholy at the mere thought, when—
Suddenly, the light through the window flickered wildly, and his vision darkened abruptly.
Where Hee-rim had been facing him, Aran now sat by the window in the form of a bird.
A pattern of flowers that he had never actually seen before was beautifully etched around her eyes.
Mesmerized by the pattern, Cheong-un barely regained his senses and tried to discern where Aran actually was.
As he looked further, yellow roof tiles came into view.
The technique of coating tiles with gold dust to make them gleam—only one place on this continent employed it.
“…The Imperial Palace.”
The moment he unconsciously murmured the words, his Future Sight vanished.
Hee-rim tilted his head as though he’d caught something odd.
“Pardon?”
“No, I only meant—”
Cheong-un shook his head lightly.
“Perhaps it would be helpful for Aran to see the Imperial Palace as well.”
Hee-rim, knowing nothing of the truth, nodded in agreement.
“I share the same thought, my lord.”

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The following spring.
The Hwangryong Gate, the gateway to the Imperial Palace, was thronged with carriages, horses, and carts as far as the eye could see.
Aran, who had climbed into the carriage alongside Cheong-un and the twins, poked her head out the window and asked.
“Why are we stopped?”
Cheong-un, who was not wearing a crown, observed the commotion around them and smiled wryly.
“It seems our daughter’s friend has caused trouble, and traffic is backed up because of it.”
For a direct member of the Saesin Clan to pass through Hwangryong Gate, they must disarm and wear a Control Device to suppress their Innate Ability.
Of course, he should have been told about this requirement before departure, yet Tae-o was stubbornly refusing to wear it.
“Pardon?”
Aran leaned out the carriage window and peered ahead.
Just before Hwangryong Gate, she spotted a small honor guard dressed in dark brown ceremonial robes and an unusually dark blue-black carriage.
What trouble is that boy causing now?
“May I go speak with Tae-o? If he’s being stubborn and throwing a tantrum, I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”
The Cheongryong Clan’s Oddly Suspicious Chick — Chapter 37
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