The Five-Year-Old Baby Princess Rules the Palace - Chapter 19

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#19. Tear Him Apart and Feed Him to the Dogs of the Underworld!

Gwangjo’s lips curved up gently as he looked down at Eunhye sleeping peacefully with steady breathing.

“Who are you, grandfather?”

During the over five hundred years of wandering the Palace, she was the first young descendant to speak to him. Not only that, she had opened her tiny lips like a chick’s beak and called him grandfather.

How truly adorable she was.

But how did such an adorable child get entangled in such terrible affairs?

Gwangjo, who had been scanning Eunhye’s bedroom once more, widened his eyes toward a black mass hiding its spirit in a corner, waiting for an opportunity.

[You wretch!]

Kiiiiiii!!!!

Had she awakened from the sound of the soul fleeing in terror? Eunhye opened her eyes, sparkling like stars, and looked straight up at Gwangjo standing tall in the middle of the room.

[Oh my, you’ve awakened.]

Wondering if what she was seeing was a dream, Eunhye rustled as she sat up and rubbed her eyes with her shell-like fists. Then she slowly blinked her eyes again and soon smiled brightly.

“Grandfather!”

[Ho ho ho, child, we were just together moments ago, yet you’re so happy to see me.]

Perhaps the palace maids had changed her clothes while she slept – the green jacket and deep pink skirt that had been dirty with mud and fishy water had been changed to a clean and cute yellow jacket with a red skirt.

[You look quite presentable dressed like that.]

At Gwangjo’s pleased words about her appearance, Eunhye looked down at her clothes and stood up in an adorable manner, smiling shyly.

“Grandfather, please take the seat of honor. And thank you.”

Stepping aside from her spot, Eunhye clasped her hands politely and bowed deeply toward Gwangjo.

[Ho ho ho ho, what are you thanking me for?]

Gwangjo sat down heavily in the spot Eunhye had vacated and asked with approving eyes.

“You really came, didn’t you? I was a little worried you might not come.”

Eunhye sat in front of Gwangjo with cute gestures, her eyes smiling happily as if she had shaken off all sleepiness.

[Huh, didn’t I say I would come? This old man never speaks falsely.]

Eunhye nodded at Gwangjo’s answer, slowly looked around the room, and smiled brightly again.

“Thank you, Grandfather.”

[Ha ha ha! What are you grateful for?]

At Gwangjo’s hearty laughter, Eunhye smiled with her round eyes crinkling cutely and pointed to various corners of the room with her short index finger.

“Over there and over there, and there too. You chased away all the spirits, didn’t you, Grandfather? They were always hiding in my room, but now there aren’t any.”

Deep wrinkles formed between Gwangjo’s brows as he listened to Eunhye’s words.

[Those things – were there always so many of them swarming in your room?]

At Gwangjo’s question, Eunhye’s small, round head nodded up and down vigorously.

“Yes! They didn’t attack me and just stayed still, but they were always there. But now that Grandfather is here, they’ve all disappeared!”

Eunhye was truly happy, smiling brightly with her eyes curved like bows.

Gwangjo, who had been watching her with a pitying expression, slowly closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He didn’t know what Heaven’s will was, but wasn’t this too harsh for such a young child to bear?

Eunhye, who had been fidgeting at Gwangjo’s sudden silence, called out to him in a small voice as if reading the mood.

“But Grandfather, about the spirit that was clinging to the new nain who came to the Royal Kitchen today. Could you perhaps chase away that spirit too?”

Gwangjo smiled kindly at Eunhye, who was sticking out her lower lip as if about to burst into tears.

[Child, didn’t I tell you this old man would be by your side? So you don’t need to be afraid anymore. Do you understand?]

Nod nod.

Eunhye nodded her head in understanding at Gwangjo’s words, then asked in a curious voice.

“But Grandfather, why did you become a spirit?”

It was a bold question only possible from a young child.

Gwangjo smiled silently at Eunhye, who was looking up at him with her black eyes shining with curiosity.

[Are you curious about why this old man couldn’t achieve enlightenment and remains in the Palace?]

Her plump cheeks swayed cutely each time she nodded her head.

If I could touch those cheeks even once, I would have no other wish.

Gwangjo suppressed his hand that was unconsciously reaching out and smiled again at the cute face with the small, bright red mouth slightly open.

[If I knew why this old man became a ghost, would I be here like this?]

Eunhye showed an expression of difficulty understanding Gwangjo’s words mixed with laughter.

[You see, there are spirits who remain in the world of the living due to resentment over their death, and spirits who wander unable to ascend to heaven, not knowing why they remain.]

However, at Gwangjo’s continued words, Eunhye asked carefully with a face full of worry.

“But Grandfather is definitely not a bad spirit, right?”

At the child’s unexpected words, Gwangjo laughed loudly and answered.

[Ha ha ha ha! I don’t know about others, but I will absolutely never be a bad ghost to you, child. Yes, absolutely not.]

At Gwangjo’s hearty answer, Eunhye nodded as if relieved, and the corners of her mouth gently turned upward.

From now on, our Grandfather, who was the 6th king of Taeshin Kingdom, will protect me!

Bad spirits! You’re all done for now!

In Hyesin Palace, the Princess’s quarters within the magnificent Palace of Taeshin Kingdom, something unimaginable to anyone in the world was happening.

King Gwangjo Lee-hyeol, the 6th king who had made Taeshin Kingdom tremble with his powerful royal authority over five hundred years ago. His soul had become the guardian spirit of young Princess Eunhye, a descendant of the 17th generation.

As if rumors had spread instantly, the souls and vengeful spirits that had been wandering the Palace without achieving enlightenment each let out their ghostly wails and hid in the deep darkness.

Especially near the Princess’s Quarters, which seemed to be surrounded by barriers of tremendous spiritual power, no spirits could be seen anywhere.

Unaware of this fact, Eunhye simply smiled lovingly at Gwangjo, her 6th great-grandfather, with a proud expression.

[But child, who was that scoundrel you mentioned earlier to the nain who was carrying you from the Crown Prince’s Palace?]

Gwangjo, who had been having small talk with Eunhye, asked as if suddenly remembering.

“Pardon? Who are you referring to?”

Eunhye blinked her eyes and looked up at him as if she didn’t understand, and Gwangjo stroked his full beard and said.

[Oh, you know, that scoundrel who didn’t recognize you in this Palace. Perhaps that fellow was also a ghost bothering you? Should this old man teach him a lesson?]

“Ah!”

Only then did Eunhye remember Jihoo, her teacher’s son, and her eyes grew large with indignation.

“Ah! You mean that bad boy? Well, that fellow isn’t a spirit but a person, but he had a strange handkerchief.”

At the young Princess’s incomprehensible words, Gwangjo’s head tilted to one side.

[A scoundrel with a strange handkerchief? Ho ho ho, what does that mean?]

“Um, well, that fellow’s handkerchief definitely had a spirit scent, but it wasn’t bad – it was a good scent.”

[A good ghost scent? Ho ho ho, what is that supposed to be? I don’t know what kind of fellow he is, but he must be carrying a spiritual object imbued with spiritual power.]

“A monster with spiritual power?”

At the young Princess’s surprised expression with her eyes wide open, Gwangjo shook his body with another big laugh.

[Ha ha ha ha! Not a monster, but a spiritual object. That is, someone with strong spiritual power seems to have made a protective charm for that scoundrel, risking their own life.]

“Ah… no wonder!”

Eunhye half-opened her mouth, recalling the handkerchief that fellow Jihoo had used to carelessly wipe her nose and face.

That energy that had enveloped her face like a warm, fragrant breeze – that was a spiritual object, a protective charm imbued with spiritual power…!

Where on earth did that fellow get such a thing? Moreover, when he tried to offer that handkerchief to her, didn’t it emit an auspicious light as if to say it shouldn’t be done?

Gwangjo laughed with amusement as he watched Eunhye gazing into the distance, recalling Jihoo’s handkerchief.

[So, why do you call him a scoundrel? Did he show off and tease you with that handkerchief?]

As if coming to her senses at Gwangjo’s voice, Eunhye shook her head quickly and began to tell him what had happened earlier, pouting her lips.

“No. It’s not that, but that fellow grabbed my nose with that handkerchief and roughly grabbed my hands and shook them around!”

[What! Is that true? How dare some fellow lay hands on the body of the great Princess of Taeshin Kingdom!]

Excited by Gwangjo’s encouragement, Eunhye continued speaking, even snorting through her nose.

“That’s not all! That fellow asked me what my father does for a living, and said I had no manners because I wasn’t properly educated!”

[What did you say!]

Gwangjo jumped up from his seat, greatly expanding his spirit form and roaring in anger.

[What fellow dares to insult the Royal Family so fearlessly! I will capture that scoundrel’s soul, tear it apart, and throw it to the dogs of the underworld!]

Startled by Gwangjo’s unexpectedly fierce rage, Eunhye covered her mouth with both hands, and it was midday when all the ghosts hiding in the darkness of the Palace screamed silently and fled outside the Palace!

King Gwangjo Lee-hyeol, the 6th king of Taeshin Kingdom.

According to historical records, ‘King Gwangjo had an extremely violent temperament, but his martial prowess was so high and his strength so formidable that neighboring countries dared not covet Taeshin Kingdom.’

During Gwangjo’s reign, Taeshin Kingdom never lost a single territorial war, and was so powerful that the number of vassal states paying tribute exceeded one hundred.

His rule was a peculiar combination of terror politics and prosperity coexisting.

Perhaps it was because he possessed such a fierce and violent temperament.

In his daily attire, he preferred comfortable magoja robes instead of the stuffy dragon robes, and was surprisingly a gourmet who greatly enjoyed seeking out and eating delicious food.

If the soul of Gwangjo, who had been so fierce, was enraged, how terrifying must that sight have been.

Eunhye, thoroughly frightened, unconsciously retreated backward while still seated and trembled.

“Great… grandfather.”

Though he had said that he was absolutely not an evil spirit in front of her, Eunhye was so terrified by the frost-like aura that Gwangjo emanated that she nearly wet herself.

At Eunhye’s death-rattle-like groan, Gwangjo came to his senses and hurriedly contained his unintentionally released aura while looking at Eunhye with a flustered face.

[Oh my, child! Lift your head and look at me, hmm?]

At Gwangjo’s restless voice, Eunhye slowly raised her head, and her eyes were filled with tears that had already welled up.

Seeing the tears pooled in her jet-black pupils beading like dewdrops on her long eyelashes, Gwangjo, who had been called the Blood King in life, began to fret helplessly.

[Child, this old man was wrong. I will never get angry in front of you again, so please stop crying now, hmm?]

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