The Granddaughter of Manhyang Escort Bureau Hides Her Magic - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

“Husband, how did you raise the children?”

That night when Ilbi left for the Sichuan Tang Family as if being driven away, loud voices came from the private quarters of the Yuwon Pavilion owner and his wife.

“Lower your voice.”

Dang Mihee glared at him. Baekrim flinched at her cold gaze.

“And sit down. The roof won’t collapse.”

“Wife, our Ilbi is going down that dangerous path, aren’t you even sad?”

“Is now the time to worry about Ilbi? Her uncle has promised to take good care of her.”

“Of course he should! Do you know how much I’ve given to Dang Jugong?”

As the price for entrusting Ilbi’s future, Baekrim had to pay a large sum of bundle money.

“Do you regret that?”

Baekrim couldn’t readily say no and mumbled before grumbling.

“Ilbi isn’t a stranger, she has half the blood of the Sichuan Tang Family, yet they didn’t refuse all that money and accepted it. I can’t say I’m not disappointed.”

‘Ha, what a petty man.’

Dang Mihee sneered inwardly.

Baekrim was acting like a father who greatly cherished his child, but in reality, he was upset about the money.

If he truly didn’t want to send Ilbi away, he would have gone to either Cheonrim or Hyeokho during this time to negotiate.

But he had been holed up in Yuwon Pavilion for an entire week.

Just lamenting his fate the whole time.

‘That bastard Cheonrim has good children so he walks around with his shoulders straight, but I can’t even lift my head because of these kids.’

‘Oh my, what sins did I commit in my past life to suffer such humiliation? They say Biwongak is in a festive mood every day!’

‘I dressed them in the finest clothes, fed them only the best food, what was lacking that they go around causing such trouble, such trouble!’

While Baekrim was wallowing in self-pity, only Dang Mihee was busy.

She contacted the Sichuan Tang Family to inform them of the situation and quietly called the hidden Oh Bangja to plan revenge for the humiliation.

She couldn’t just take this lying down. Though it was painful that Ilbi had to leave, it might actually be for the best.

‘For Ilbi, it’s an opportunity to properly learn Poison Arts and hidden weapons at the Sichuan Tang Family.’

There were limits to what she could secretly teach at the escort agency.

Though the Sichuan Tang Family doesn’t teach secret arts to girls, at least she would be able to practice Poison Arts more freely than at Yuwon Pavilion.

While carefully planning for the future, Baekrim knocked on the desk to signal her. When Dang Mihee looked up, he spoke as if giving advice.

“From now on, don’t worry about other things and focus on educating Mando.”

Baekrim spoke as if subtly shifting the blame for this whole mess onto Dang Mihee.

Her brow furrowed.

“While I focus on Mando’s education, what about you?”

“I need to diligently go on escort missions. It seems I’ve fallen out of Father’s favor. Tsk. There’s no bolt from the blue like this. The reputation I’ve built up as an escort warrior, running around until my feet sweat, has been tarnished!”

The more she listened, the more ridiculous it became.

Reputation built through escort missions? Who made it possible for him to go on those escort missions in the first place?

Dang Mihee’s gaze toward Baekrim grew increasingly cold.

She wanted to crush her husband’s arrogant pride when he didn’t know his place. She also wanted to show him where Yuwon Pavilion’s power really came from.

However, she had her own goals and had made arrangements with the Sichuan Tang Family, so she endured it.

“I understand. And there’s something you need to pay attention to. A big escort mission request will come in soon.”

“Really? It would be good to score points with Father then. Of course they’ll designate Yuwon Pavilion, right?”

Baekrim panted like a dog that had spotted food.

‘He’ll probably start drooling next.’

Dang Mihee inwardly mocked Baekrim while pretending to be calm as she answered.

“That will be difficult. Whether you seduce Chief Jangwe or bribe Chief Go, somehow get that request at the assignment meeting.”

The assignment meeting was when the client didn’t specify a particular escort warrior, and they held a conference to decide who would handle the escort mission.

“Of course, that’s what I should do. Just trust me.”

I need to regain Father’s trust and flatten Cheonrim’s nose too.

Even on the day his daughter was sent far away, Baekrim was filled with hope.

Ironically, the only person who truly worried about Ilbi’s departure was Shin Ah.

* * *

At the Chang’an Branch of Manhyang Express, the courier workers who had finished their early morning deliveries were moving busily.

Juhwa was writing in the account books and Chilseon was sweeping various parts of the shop.

And Mugyeol kept glancing at Juhwa, then at Chilseon, repeatedly sighing.

Juhwa, who had been concentrating on the account books, frowned and turned her head sharply.

“Ah, what? What are you dissatisfied with?”

Mugyeol’s eyes widened at the sudden scolding.

“What did I do to make you angry?”

“You’re restlessly going back and forth right now. If you have something to say, say it quickly.”

Chilseon smiled bitterly watching the two children.

Juhwa and Mugyeol growled at each other whenever they had the chance. When you looked at them separately, they were really kind and gentle children, but whenever they were together, it was a fight.

“Now, you two.”

Chilseon called out as if giving a warning.

“Uncle, he’s acting in a way that bothers me.”

“I was just walking around. Do I have to watch her mood even when walking?”

Even arguing for each other to take their side was exactly like little kids.

“Yes, yes. But you seem to have something to say. Right?”

Chilseon asked Mugyeol, but the boy kept his mouth tightly shut.

Chilseon put his arm around Mugyeol’s shoulder.

“If you have something to say, try saying it. What can’t be said between fellow courier workers?”

Mugyeol chewed his lower lip with his upper teeth.

“What? Do you really have something to say?”

Only then did Juhwa soften her sharp expression and approach.

It was strange to see Mugyeol, who could easily carry several chests of packages by himself, hesitating like this.

“Well…”

Mugyeol scratched the back of his head vigorously.

“Oh my, how frustrating. What is it?”

Mugyeol squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists.

“Help me.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Juhwa and Chilseon opened their mouths.

“Did you cause trouble?”

“You must have some problem. Tell us.”

Juhwa quickly looked around and then locked the shop door.

“Hey, tell us in detail. What’s wrong? Did you lose a package? Did you get robbed?”

Mugyeol shook his head repeatedly and then turned toward Chilseon.

“Uncle Chilseon, I want to buy clothes.”

“What? Clothes?”

“Ah, clothes! You mean buying ready-made clothes, not having them tailored? You don’t need to buy courier clothes since the escort agency provided them.”

Juhwa was bewildered while Chilseon seriously considered it.

So Mugyeol looked only at Chilseon as he spoke.

“I don’t have time to get them tailored, and I want to buy somewhat nice clothes. The… kind that young masters wear.”

Mugyeol turned his head to avoid eye contact, and the tips of his ears were bright red.

“Why do you need clothes like that?”

Juhwa interjected.

“There’s someone I need to meet while wearing them.”

Mugyeol’s ears turned even redder. So red it wouldn’t be strange if they burst.

“Who is it?”

“Do I have to tell you that too? Just tell me if you’ll help or not.”

“Of course we have to help.”

Knowing that Mugyeol was staying at Biwongak without any relatives, Chilseon quickly answered while poking Juhwa’s back.

“I’ll help.”

“There’s one more thing…….”

“Oh, tell us everything. In exchange, buy us soup rice?”

Mugyeol couldn’t answer readily and mumbled.

“……If there’s money left over.”

Mugyeol held out his money pouch containing all the money he had saved so far to Chilseon.

The money pouch he received was quite heavy.

‘Even doing this and that, it doesn’t seem like we’ll run short of money.’

What on earth was Mugyeol trying to do?

Chilseon and Juhwa made eye contact and shrugged their shoulders.

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“The weather is so nice!”

Shin Ah stood on the bridge crossing over the river and looked down below.

Looking at the river water embracing the starlight that seemed ready to pour down, it was hard to tell where the sky ended and where the river began.

“When will Mugyeol come?”

Shin Ah leaned against the railing and swung her feet back and forth.

Today was the Lantern Festival when she had planned to hang out with Mugyeol.

Shin Ah had made all the plans for today. She intended to eat a delicious dinner at Biwongak and then sneak out together with Mugyeol.

But yesterday Mugyeol said, ‘Let’s meet on the bridge.’

She asked if there was really a need for that, but Mugyeol just smiled bashfully.

“He wasn’t visible all afternoon, did he train today too?”

He’s leaving tomorrow, so they should let him rest a bit.

As Shin Ah was grumbling, a small figure entered her field of vision.

“Huh?”

Shin Ah rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Mugyeol……?”

It was Mugyeol, but a child who seemed like Mugyeol yet not Mugyeol was approaching her.

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