The Morning Star Baby Wants a Family - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67
The child’s brow furrowed slightly.
The two of them had each inherited the power of Tamlang Seongggun and Geomun.
And the Celestial Being of the Moon was an existence that had never once appeared until now.
‘Come to think of it, back in that cave….’
Someone had said something, though I couldn’t quite recall what.
Just as the furrow deepening across Hae-na’s brow threatened to deepen further, Seowan’s long fingers pressed gently against it.
“What troubles you so deeply to wear such an expression?”
Hae-na lifted her gaze. Yet her lips remained sealed.
‘I can’t quite remember.’
How could I explain when the memory eluded me? All I could recall was that someone had whispered to me within that cave.
‘It felt like a dream….’
After tilting her head several more times in contemplation, Hae-na finally released a deep sigh.
“I can’t quite remember.”
“Remember what?”
“I’m not entirely sure….”
A soft chuckle reached her ears. It was Cheon-eul.
“Then simply let it rest. When the time comes, it will return to you of its own accord.”
He rose from his seat and approached Hae-na.
Bending down to meet her gaze, Cheon-eul gently stroked her hair.
“To command the power of both Geomun and Tamlang Seongggun—there is none in this realm who could match you.”
Hae-na felt a flush of embarrassment at his tender praise.
“That’s hardly the case.”
“What you displayed just now—surely that is not the entirety of your strength?”
That much was true.
Catching a glimpse of Seowan, Hae-na drew courage from the silent permission in her sister’s eyes and opened her mouth.
“Yes. Perhaps fifty times what I showed you just now… or even a hundred times…?”
What I had revealed was merely a single droplet of water, a single wisp of wind.
I could feel the energy circulating within my body.
That immense force which had filled the entire cavern—if I were to unleash it all….
A faint luminescence began to shimmer in the child’s palm.
Cheon-eul, momentarily at a loss for words, spoke urgently.
“Yes, little one. But I think there is no need to demonstrate it now.”
Hae-na blinked her bright eyes. In that same instant, the energy dissipated with a sharp release.
Cheon-eul exhaled a laugh-tinged sigh and patted Hae-na’s hand.
“It seems you cannot yet wield it with precision, so unless you find yourself in true peril, keep that power hidden. Above all, you must not draw the attention of others. Do you understand?”
Hae-na nodded obediently.
Seowan, regarding Cheon-eul with displeasure, grasped his arm and pulled him upright.
“Sit properly.”
Watching as Seowan settled Cheon-eul into the chair beside the bedchamber, Hae-na drew in a sharp breath.
Now that I thought about it, I had kept Seowan standing this entire time despite her body not yet being fully recovered.
Hae-na, who had carefully made space to sit, patted the spot beside her.
“Sister, please sit down quickly.”
Seowan, who had been about to return to her original chair, hesitated.
Hae-na blinked her innocent eyes as she looked up at her sister.
“…All right.”
Unable to refuse the request, Seowan sat beside Hae-na.
Hae-na smiled brightly and leaned against Seowan’s arm.
Her warm, sturdy sister carried a comforting scent.
“Mmm…”
The child yawned softly, her eyes growing heavy as she blinked several times before beginning to doze off.
Seowan laid Hae-na down and used her own lap as a pillow.
Cheon-eul, who had been quietly smiling at the tender scene between the sisters, finally spoke.
“So then, when would be a suitable time for the wedding?”
Seowan’s body went rigid. Startled, Hae-na’s eyes flew open.
“Sister…?”
“It’s… fine. Go back to sleep.”
Seowan, rarely stumbling over her words, patted Hae-na reassuringly. Her touch betrayed an unmistakable urgency.
“It was you who first suggested we marry. Why are you so flustered?”
Cheon-eul’s voice carried an amused lilt.
Seowan shot him a look of discomfort.
“Would it be so easy? I’m not shameless like you.”
A marriage conducted like charity with someone who had confessed their affection for me so earnestly.
This topic made Seowan deeply uncomfortable. Even more so when she saw Cheon-eul smiling brightly at her.
“I never once seriously considered marrying you from the start.”
At her cold retort, Cheon-eul tilted his head as if puzzled.
“But haven’t I mentioned marriage to you repeatedly?”
His innocent expression was perfectly smooth.
On this point, Seowan was confident.
“Yes. You spoke well of marriage without ever sending a single betrothal gift.”
Few families had failed to send Seowan a betrothal proposal.
Yet the Yeo Family—not just Cheon-eul, but even their distant branches—had sent nothing.
With nothing exchanged and only empty words of marriage, how could she trust it?
Cheon-eul’s beautiful eyes, which had drooped as if aggrieved, slowly returned to their normal state as he understood her meaning.
“That is true, I did do that.”
Cheon-eul admitted readily.
“There were quite a few distant relatives who wished to propose a marriage arrangement, but at the time, the thought of connecting you to another with my own hands was rather… displeasing.”
His words were sweet as honey on the tongue.
Seowan asked without blinking once.
“Then what about you?”
As Moo-hee’s daughter, I had rolled through the streets and received countless advances from men.
Though Cheon-eul’s appearance was incomparably striking compared to other men, that posed no problem whatsoever.
“Ah.”
Cheon-eul let out a short breath as though caught off guard.
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, unable to bear my gaze any longer.
“…It seemed you would dislike it.”
His voice, which he struggled to keep light, sounded somewhat embarrassed.
My narrowed eyes widened slightly.
“What?”
At my immediate question, Cheon-eul exhaled softly.
“Every time I brought up the matter of marriage, did you not show your distaste? Therefore…”
His voice grew progressively quieter.
The ears revealed between his silver hair had flushed crimson.
“…I feared that if I truly presented a marriage proposal, you would genuinely become angry.”
The delicate curve of his lips twisted with embarrassment.
Cheon-eul, who had been subtly avoiding my eyes, washed his face with his hands.
“I misspoke. Forget it.”
He returned with an unbothered expression and smiled faintly.
Yet Cheon-eul’s ears remained bright red.
It was when I, feeling oddly uncomfortable myself, repositioned Hae-na’s head again.
“Ugh!”
Hae-na, who had been sleeping with a furrowed brow, snapped her eyes open.
The child sprang up with lightning speed.
Had I not dodged quickly, she would have struck my forehead.
“Sister, sister!”
Hae-na, her sunset-colored eyes wide, called out to me urgently.
“Why the sudden commotion?”
I steadied Hae-na, who stood precariously, and asked.
Hae-na gripped my left sleeve tightly.
“You said you found the water vein of Gaeyang Land and confirmed it was flowing properly.”
I nodded with a bewildered expression.
“Then what about that person? What happened to him?”
Hae-na’s question followed immediately. My brow furrowed in confusion.
“That person? Who are you talking about?”
At my response, which suggested I had no idea what she meant, Hae-na felt somewhat frustrated.
But that emotion quickly dissipated. Had I not completely forgotten about it until now?
“Pagun Seongggun!”
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Creak, creak.
Inside a spacious, shabby room.
The sound of Yeon-bi tearing at her fingernails echoed through the silence.
Her delicate hands were already stained with blood, and her once-beautiful face was twisted with anxiety.
‘I must leave at once.’
Ever since arriving in Gaeyang, Yeon-bi had been sowing seeds of discord wherever she went.
Some were whispers that Tamlang Fortress had drained Gaeyang dry, while others were literal flames waiting to ignite.
Either way, they would burst into roaring fire the moment they found proper kindling.
Yet as the days passed, water began to return to the parched lands of Gaeyang.
When I saw that small stream flowing from the dense Pine Forest, I thought it was some trivial thing Seowan had managed to create through sheer desperation.
But that modest creek refused to yield to my flames and continued to flow.
My advantage had only existed because Gaeyang was unfavorable terrain for Seowan.
I had to leave soon.
Return and beg forgiveness from the Second Prince, and then….
“Why is this fool taking so long!”
Yeon-bi, who had been pacing the room in agitation, suddenly burst with anger.
She had instructed the Innkeeper to prepare for departure as quickly as possible, yet there was no response.
As she trembled and moved toward the door, she sensed a presence outside.

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