The Ignored Granddaughter of a Murim Family - Chapter 302

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Chapter 302
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“Thank you for your help.”
“Going forward, please look after my two older cousins, Uncle. Make sure they don’t do anything foolish.”
“Don’t worry.”
Baek Li-ui-muk would take charge of Baek Family Grandmother’s entire inheritance, and he would oversee the Twin Cousins’ living situation. That was the conclusion we reached.
No one sided with the Twin Cousins, and they left in a huff, kicking over their chairs. Compared to how Baek Li-ui-muk had dragged things out for nearly a month, the resolution felt almost anticlimactic.
The reason I could resolve this so easily was because I didn’t need to show filial piety to Baek Family Grandmother.
The family already knew what Baek Li-ui-ran had done to me, and that Baek Family Grandmother had not only condoned it but actively cooperated. They understood that Baek Family Grandmother and I were enemies in all but name.
But Baek Li-ui-muk was different.
He was even Baek Family Grandmother’s biological son. In this place, the sin of filial impiety carried more weight than anything else.
Especially for someone like Baek Li-ui-muk, who valued face and reputation above all else—and now had nothing left but that—he couldn’t openly defy Baek Family Grandmother’s will.
“Is this the inventory of Grandmother’s inheritance?”
Tiny black characters filled the entire page.
“Yes, that’s right. I was able to preserve it because of you.”
I let a slight smile play at the corners of my mouth, then tore the paper cleanly in half.
“I’ll be taking this with me.”
“What, what?”
“Did you think I helped you for nothing? I deserve compensation too.”
Baek Li-ui-muk stared at me in shock.
“Uncle, you heard about Namgung Ryu-cheong’s situation, didn’t you?”
I waved the paper back and forth.
“You came here over such a trivial matter and slapped me. This is my payment.”
“That’s…!”
“Or are you dissatisfied with how I handled things?”
“….”
I glanced slightly toward the entrance of the Blue Hall. As if to say we could renegotiate anytime he wished.
Baek Li-ui-muk clamped his mouth shut. He clearly wanted to shout something, but instead he was thinking it through. Soon enough, he nodded as if accepting the terms. I rose, concealing my smirk.
“Then, I’ll be going now.”
“Yes.”
I had nearly reached the entrance of the Blue Hall.
“I’m sorry to you.”
I paused briefly but gave no answer, walking out of the building instead.
The midday sun beat down mercilessly. I stood before the staircase that stretched downward.
The endless rows of blue-tiled roofs. An unchanging landscape.
‘…I’m sick of this.’
The thought came to me suddenly. Despite obtaining the desired result without much effort, I felt no joy, no soaring satisfaction like before. I was simply exhausted.
As I descended the stairs, distant relatives of the Baek Family who had apparently been waiting for me to emerge crowded around, speaking all at once.
While I was dealing with them adequately, the people around me suddenly parted, and Jang Vice-Commander appeared through the gap.
“Miss, I have something to tell you.”
As I did, I swept my gaze across the gathered assembly. Some offered their greetings with lukewarm expressions, while others wore looks of regret.
I slipped away from their midst alongside Jang Vice-Commander.
Once we had put some distance between ourselves and the crowd, I spoke.
“Thank you for your help.”
“Not at all. Rather, I must apologize profusely. You should have been resting peacefully, yet I’ve caused you unnecessary trouble and disruption.”
I regarded Jang Vice-Commander and asked.
“Is there something you wished to tell me?”
Having struck a nerve, Jang Vice-Commander’s expression stiffened momentarily before he spoke with deliberate care.
“Miss, I urge you to keep your distance from the Crown Prince.”
I looked at him with bewilderment, then let out a soft laugh.
“Why? Did the Namgung Prince perhaps run amok, acting as though the world belonged to him once it was revealed that I’m the Heavenly Demon’s daughter?”
“….”
“Or did he go about saying I would never wake again?”
Jang Vice-Commander’s expression became tinged with bitterness, yet carried a hint of relief.
“Age brings nothing but needless worry, it seems. I mentioned it only out of concern that you might be hurt by such words… but if you already knew, then I’m relieved.”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t know. I became certain only after observing Jang Vice-Commander’s reaction just now.”
Of course, I had already suspected as much from observing my father’s and Namgung Ryu-cheong’s reactions beforehand.
Six months. Six months—the duration I had been unconscious.
Truthfully, it was a span difficult to believe I would recover from. Even the Physician had been unable to guarantee that I would awaken.
“Yet you helped me regardless.”
I shrugged my shoulders and withdrew a torn half of a document from my sleeve.
“This!”
Jang Vice-Commander, recognizing it immediately, widened his eyes.
As I handed the document to him, he accepted it with visible bewilderment.
“It’s half of my grandmother’s inheritance list. Please distribute it to the families of those who fell victim to my aunt’s sorcery.”
“Miss….”
Jang Vice-Commander appeared deeply moved.
“Then I shall take my leave now, as I’m quite exhausted.”
“Ah, Miss. There is one more matter I must inform you of.”
I tilted my head with curiosity, and Jang Vice-Commander lowered his voice and whispered to me.
Upon hearing his words, I furrowed my brow.
“Are you certain of this?”
“His movements are indeed suspicious, but it could merely be coincidence. That is why I thought to ask if you had heard any news from the Namgung Prince.”
“No, I haven’t heard anything at all.”
I paused to gather my thoughts, then asked.
“Does my father know of this?”
“Not yet. As I mentioned, it is not yet certain, so I have not informed him.”
“Then… for now, please keep this matter secret from my father. Is that possible?”
Jang Vice-Commander’s expression shifted to one of bewilderment.
Currently, my father, who had emerged from closed-door cultivation, was handling the family’s important matters.
“If it’s difficult, you don’t have to listen to what I say.”
Jang Vice-Commander, who had been contemplating for a moment, nodded with a firm expression.
“No, that’s not it. You must have your reasons, Miss. I’ll do my best to keep this confidential.”
After parting with Jang Vice-Commander, I headed straight to the Residence Quarter.
As I approached the Residence Quarter, my pace quickened with each step until I was nearly running by the end.
The moment I arrived, I was already shouting from the Courtyard.
“Ryu-cheong! Ryu-cheong, Ryu-cheong!”
A Servant, startled by my commotion, pointed me toward where Namgung Ryu-cheong was.
“He’ll hear you with just one call.”
Namgung Ryu-cheong was at the Training Ground on the outer edge of the Residence Quarter—a private training ground my grandfather had built for him as he grew older and found it difficult to practice in the Back Garden.
Namgung Ryu-cheong was sparring with Jin-jin, who had arrived at some point without my notice.
I immediately shouted.
“Make me a fragrance sachet right now!”
Jin-jin’s thrusting sword wavered, and Namgung Ryu-cheong calmly parried it. Well, not calmly—he put too much force into the parry, causing Jin-jin to lose his grip on the blade.
The spinning sword headed directly toward the Servant, but just before it reached him, it stopped abruptly in mid-air. It all happened in an instant.
The Servant, his legs giving out, collapsed without even a sound.
“Jin-jin, dropping your sword? Looks like you need more training.”
“I-I’m so sorry!”
Jin-jin hurried over, retrieved the sword, apologized profusely to the Servant, and helped him to his feet.
Namgung Ryu-cheong, who had sheathed his sword, approached me with a frown. He let out a sigh and spoke.
“What’s all this about suddenly?”
“You promised you’d make one! You didn’t forget, did you?”
“….”
“Wow, the Prince knows how to make fragrance sachets?”
“Of course. Embroidery is a basic skill for any nobleman!”
Namgung Ryu-cheong covered my mouth and dragged me away.
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Not long after, I deeply regretted having said that I was the one who defeated Cheon-ma.
[…Don’t say it was luck. That’s a lie. How could you defeat Cheon-ma with mere luck? Besides, you said with your own mouth that you really killed him? The rumors have spread all the way here. Stop saying it was luck and tell me in detail how you defeated him.]
The letter Seo Ha-ryeong sent was filled with talk about Cheon-ma.
[Your mother wants to see you once. When you’ve recovered, come visit our house. No, please, just come once?
Do you know how much Mother has been pestering me lately? From the breakfast table, she starts with “Baek Li defeated Cheon-ma” and ends with “train harder!” She says how will you ever lead the Suhyang Sect with that level of skill?
On top of that, the Cheonma Dae-chong punished me with 100 days of wall-facing meditation for acting recklessly, but I helped too, so please just spare me once….]
Seo Ha-ryeong, who was making visit requests through letters, was relatively reasonable.
Without any prior arrangement, people I barely knew kept coming to the family residence. Most came to cross blades with me, challenging me to duels.
They were curious whether I truly possessed the skill to defeat Cheon-ma, and they wanted to defeat such a skilled person to elevate their own reputation.
I had been refusing them, saying my body hadn’t fully recovered. Some people accepted this and left quietly, but many did not.
They clung to me like leeches, spouting excuses about broadening their horizons or asking for a chance to witness my skill, refusing to let go. They showed no signs of backing down until they saw my abilities firsthand.
“Why does this happen to me and not to Grandfather!”
“It’s because you’re an easy target, that’s why.”
“Damn it.”
“You didn’t see it coming?”
I shook my head bitterly and spoke in a dejected tone.
“I’ve never become known like this before….”
I slumped over the table, burying my face in my arms.
“But now that I think about it, people used to come looking for you sometimes in the past to spar. I must have forgotten since it wasn’t my concern.”
Baek Li Pae-hyuk, my father, and Namgung Ryu-cheong had all gone through periods when challengers came flooding in like this.
In truth, it wasn’t just me experiencing this.
“….”
The now-silent Namgung Ryu-cheong had an oddly disgruntled expression on his face.

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