The Blue Dragon Clan’s Very Suspicious Little Chick - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

“Shall I hold our daughter?”
Cheongwoon asked with keen awareness, and Aran nodded quickly.
At any cost, she could not afford to be recognized by anyone in Jujak Palace.
No one must learn that she was a Jujak.
Cheongwoon settled Aran lightly on one arm and continued walking in the direction the twins had gone.
So-rim and Hui-rim flanked the twins on either side, while dozens of the Cheong Guard Unit followed in a grand procession before and behind.
Yet the approaching procession from Jujak Palace was even larger and more splendid.
It was natural enough—their kind favored ostentatious display by nature, and they placed great importance on how they appeared to others.
Dozens of the Black Five Unit in dark robes walked with brazen confidence, surrounding direct descendants dressed in vivid crimson silk.
When the two processions finally drew near, it was Cheongwoon who stopped first.
“It has been long since we met, Dajoo Joo.”
His greeting was casual despite carrying Aran, yet the Black Five Unit parted swiftly to either side, as if the waters had divided.
From the path that naturally opened, Joo Sang-ryun, the Dajoo of the South, emerged leading his grandson and granddaughter by the hand.
As Aran trembled with instinctive revulsion, a large hand patted her back twice.
It was a touch that seemed to say everything would be fine, nothing would go wrong.
Steadying herself, Aran heard a voice she knew well at her ear.
“It has been some time, Dajoo Cheongwoon.”
In her past life, he had spoken with casual convenience of his worthless wretch of a grandchild—one who deserved to die.
It was her grandfather, Joo Sang-ryun.
“You’ve come with only your grandson and granddaughter this time?” Cheongwoon asked.
Joo Sang-ryun smiled faintly.
“Indeed. My sons have grown old and ugly—what good would it do to drag them about?”
At that, Cheongwoon bowed his head briefly in condolence.
“I must offer my sympathies once more regarding your youngest daughter.”
Joo Sang-ryun’s youngest.
That was Aran’s mother.
She had harbored no real hope, yet here in this life too, her mother had departed first.
As Aran heard of her mother for the first time, her heart ached there in Cheongwoon’s embrace.
Joo Sang-ryun introduced his granddaughter, affecting a measure of indifference.
“Still, my granddaughter keeps me from feeling lonely these days. She’s as affectionate and clever as my youngest was before she went. Go on, greet them, Hong-bi. This is the Dajoo of the East.”
Then a small child’s hesitant voice rang out.
“Hello… I am Joo Hong-bi.”
This time, Aran could not help but turn to look.
Her cousins, living confidently and happily in the house that had abandoned her in her past life.
Those same cousins, living in such ease and plenty, who had denounced Ok-dan for stealing a handful of grain and caused her death.
This cousin Hong-bi, whom Aran had seen as such a scoundrel—so different from herself—was still smaller than Tae-o, merely a child.
Yet with her lighter crimson hair and bright red eyes, she was undeniably a Jujak, just as Aran was not.
Unmistakably a Jujak whom anyone would recognize.
“Yes, meeting you for the first time, Hong-bi. Your hair is as lovely as autumn leaves,” Cheongwoon replied graciously to her greeting, then gently stroked Aran’s hair and asked softly.
“Shall our Aran say hello too?”
She had no desire to greet Joo Hong-bi at all, but if she remained cradled here, she would look like an infant.
Aran had no wish whatsoever to give Joo Sang-ryun cause for pride, so she reluctantly stepped down from Cheongwoon’s arms and planted her feet on the ground.
Then she clasped her hands together respectfully and bowed.

“I greet the Dajoo of the South. I am Aran of the Cheong Clan.”
Joo Sang-ryun regarded her with an evaluating gaze.
“So, the new Suin, I hear?”
Silver hair unsuited to the Cheong Clan surname, black eyes, a frame still far smaller than Hong-bi’s, and wrists not yet bearing a control mechanism.
In that moment, Aran understood.
Her grandfather did not recognize her at all. In this life, he truly did not know of her existence.
And yet.
Joo Sang-ryun turned his eyes from Aran without hesitation, shaking his head toward Cheongwoon as if to say he was out of hand.
“Truly, Cheongwoon, you are an even greater eccentric than your late father was.”
Joo Sang-ryun continued to disregard Aran.
Thus he dismissed as eccentric not only the adopted Aran, but even Cheongwoon for bringing her to this place.
Aran straightened her hunched shoulders.
A fool who stands before his granddaughter—bearer of the nearly extinct Jujak bloodline and its illusory abilities—yet fails to recognize her every single time.
If Aran simply kicked away this second chance that Joo Sang-ryun had brought, then she would have no reason to fear such a fool.
It was Cheongwoon, not Aran, who was eager to conceal her identity.
Cheongwoon quickly introduced the twins.
“Yeon-a, Min-a. You should greet them too, shouldn’t you?”
After the twins, Joo Hong-bi’s and Aran’s cousin Joo Hong-u offered his own greeting.
“I am Joo Hong-u.”
Though Joo Hong-u was three years older, his height appeared almost identical to Tae-o’s.
Aran’s small head tilted askew with fresh curiosity.
Ah, this great Jujak had come merely to sweep away Je Geon-u for the sake of our Dajoo’s peaceful life.
And how convenient that you’ve arrived here just now?

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That evening, the Emperor himself hosted a banquet in honor of the direct-line Suin of Sashingung.
The seats of honor held the Emperor and the four Sashinjae household heads, while the remaining direct-line Suin sat crowded together at a long table set several paces away.
As this was the young prince’s first Sashinjae and the youngest members of each palace had been invited as a special honor, the number of nursemaids and guards standing along the walls was considerable.
Aran had to sit between the twins as the palace attendants urged, but Tae-o was deeply displeased by this arrangement.
“Why can’t I sit next to Aran?”
His voice was low in protest, yet from the way his lower lip protruded, it seemed unlikely he would let the matter drop easily.
Yeon-a sighed preemptively, and Aran flashed a smile toward Tae-o across from her.
“I rather like sitting face to face with you like this.”
Two irises of different colors rolled shyly, and it seemed Aran’s words had taken effect.
Just as Aran was scheming how to coax and placate Tae-o into staying put, an unexpected voice interjected from beside her.
“Hello? So you’re the famous Tae-o?”
It was Joo Hong-bi, seated directly beside Tae-o.
The day before, she had fidgeted and blushed so bashfully in front of Cheongwoon that Aran had taken her for merely a child—but it seemed that wasn’t quite the case.
Or was she making an effort to befriend someone her own age for once?
The problem lay in the fact that she had chosen her companion poorly.
Aside from Tae-o, any of those seated at this table would have answered her without question.
But her target was the solitary and unyielding Tae-o.
Save for Aran, perhaps only the crown prince could expect a response from him.
Yet the prince had excused himself, claiming he was unwell, leaving Joo Hong-bi alone—unacknowledged—blinking in confusion.
Her lashes, crimson as flower stamens, fluttered delicately like a fan, and it was rather adorable—though one would have to actually look at her to observe such a detail.
Tae-o, as though he hadn’t heard his own name at all, fixed his gaze entirely on Aran and whimpered.
“Still, it’s too far. I came all this way to the Imperial Palace only because of you.”
The distance from each Sashingung palace to the Imperial Palace was equally vast.
So Tae-o’s complaint was unreasonable, yet to Aran in this moment, it was simply amusing.
Ah, of course—it was Joo Hong-bi’s expression that amused her, not Tae-o’s words.
In truth, if Aran wished it, Tae-o would accept Joo Hong-bi’s greeting.
He had initially ignored the twin Blue Dragons, yet lately he managed well enough with them.
But Aran had no intention of being kind to Joo Hong-bi.
While her mistreatment and neglect in her past life had been inflicted by adults—and she set that aside—Ok-dan’s death was certainly connected to the Joo Clan’s cousins as well.
The problem was that exacting petty revenge on a child over something that hadn’t even happened in this life felt somewhat……
At that moment, Joo Hong-bi spoke up abruptly.
“Aran? Are you close with that Aran?”
You only saw her once—how can you act so familiar with her?
It was the moment Aran turned back in disbelief.
Tae-o spoke in a voice as cold as eternal snow.
“Don’t you dare call Aran by name so casually.”
Hm……?
It was amusing, true, but watching from the sidelines would be fine, wouldn’t it?
The Suspicious Chick of the Blue Dragon Clan | Chapter 39
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