The Morning Star Baby Wants a Family - Chapter 88

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Chapter 88
Hyun-o forgot himself entirely in his mother’s presence, his brow furrowing slightly.
The sorcery practiced by the nobility of Cheonmang Kingdom was the art of stealing another’s power.
By stealing the heart of a Celestial Being chosen by heaven, one deceived the heavens into believing oneself to be that person.
Thus, even if one became a Celestial Being through sorcery, one could never possess greater spiritual force than the original owner.
That was the domain of heaven alone, after all.
Hyun-o was already a Celestial Being. Moreover, if he could have increased his spiritual force, why had he not attempted it long ago?
“Of course, it is no simple matter. Your Majesty is already burdened with sufficient affairs of state, so I had hesitated to recommend it, but what can be done now that circumstances have come to this?”
Beneath her gentle words lay a subtle reproach.
Hyun-o bit his lip in shame.
“You speak truly, Mother.”
The sorcery of Oseo Kingdom was forbidden in Cheonmang Kingdom.
Should it be discovered that he, a prince of the realm, had employed forbidden sorcery, he would be unfit not merely for the position of Crown Prince, but for any place in the Royal House itself.
Thus Hwa-young had refrained from recommending Oseo sorcery except when absolutely necessary.
That his mother now suggested it—something she had never before mentioned, something she was recommending first—carried profound meaning.
The risk was considerable, but the potential gain was equally certain.
Observing her son’s expression, Hwa-young smiled faintly. Rising from her seat, she approached him quietly.
Bending close, Hwa-young whispered softly into her son’s ear.
──.
Her voice was as small as the hiss of a serpent, yet it reached Hyun-o with perfect clarity.
Straightening, Hwa-young looked down at him. His face had gone ashen, all expression drained away.
But the moment passed swiftly—Hyun-o quickly suppressed his shock.
‘It is for the greater good.’
Dangerous though it was, if he succeeded, he would surely become Crown Prince.
Hyun-o did not wish to disappoint his mother.
His dark eyes—so like his mother’s—gleamed with resolve. Seeing this, Hwa-young’s lips curved with satisfaction.
She withdrew a small vial from her bosom and placed it before her son.
The bottle, no larger than a palm, was jet black, its narrow mouth sealed tightly.
“A single drop will suffice. This will be enough.”
Hwa-young murmured affectionately, placing a hand upon her grown son’s shoulder.
Her cold hand patted his shoulder gently.
“I have faith you will succeed, my son.”
Her soft voice carried a word she rarely spoke aloud.
Hyun-o concealed the black vial within his robes. Looking up at his mother, he smiled as he always did.
“Yes, Mother.”
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The wedding of Seowan and Cheon-eul was conducted with great splendor.
Upon hearing news of their union, both the King and Queen were overjoyed.
The Queen in particular, as though it were her own affair, declared she would have the wedding garments made in her own chambers, and Cheon-eul accepted without hesitation.
Crafted from precious materials by the skilled hands of the Queen’s seamstresses, the wedding garments were as resplendent as the formal dress of the Royal Family itself.
The garment, woven from gossamer-thin crimson silk interlaced with gold thread into an intricate gold-threaded damask, was almost too precious to touch.
Hae-na and Seowan were already overwhelmed by the wedding robes alone, but Cheon-eul was not satisfied.
Hairpins adorned with delicate gold leaf and carved white jade, cloisonné hairpins set with agate, and embroidered peony shoes.
Wooden mandarin ducks for the wedding table, paired cups of wine, and ingredients for the feast to welcome the arriving guests.
The people of Cheonmang Kingdom believed that a marriage blessed by many witnesses would be all the more prosperous.
Thus, the wedding ceremony was nothing short of a grand festival.
Not only did the noble households, which typically forbade outsiders entry, open their gates wide—even the Palace itself threw open its main doors to receive guests.
“Since the Palace bestowed the wedding robes, should we not receive our guests with equal grandeur?”
With those words, Cheon-eul smiled knowingly.
He had not merely cleared the front courtyard of the residence; he had erected a massive pavilion before the main gate.
The union of Tamlang Fortress and Geomun was already the talk of Jang-an, but such elaborate preparations only intensified the public fascination.
And on the wedding day itself, countless people descended upon Yeoga’s residence.
“Is it true the young master of this household is finally getting married today?”
“Indeed. For ten days now, they’ve been buying up fruits, meat, fish—they’ve practically emptied every market stall in the district.”
I held the hands of the Yul Family servants as I watched the bustling spectacle unfold.
People of all stations laughed and chattered together. Between the laughter drifted the savory aroma of the feast.
Even the weather was perfect. I gazed at Seowan and Cheon-eul with a smile spreading across my face.
Dressed not in the modest garments she usually favored, but in resplendent wedding robes, Seowan was truly the most beautiful person in the world.
Cheon-eul, standing opposite her, was equally radiant.
His silver-white hair, half-pinned up beneath his crown, cascaded like silk over his crimson wedding robes.
As the ceremony began, the voices of the crowd grew noticeably quieter.
I watched the two of them with a solemn expression.
After three bows to each other and sharing the paired cups of wine, the wedding ceremony concluded.
“May you be blessed with happiness and a hundred years together!”
“A perfect match, a perfect match indeed! Heaven itself has chosen only the most beautiful!”
The moment the ceremony ended, cheers and congratulations erupted. I laughed and shouted with all my might.
“Sister, Cheon-eul! Be happy together!”
The two of them, hearing the child’s voice, turned their gaze toward me and smiled.
Delighted, I waved my hands and bounced on my toes.
The celebration continued for four full days.
Only after four days did the guests and food finally run out.
“I could never do this twice.”
This was what Seowan said upon returning to the Yul Family Residence after four days.
I quietly agreed with her words.
‘It was incredibly joyful and wonderful, but…’
Four days of celebration had completely drained me.
Being unfamiliar with Yeoga’s residence made it all the worse.
Just as I was heading straight to my room in the main residence, Chung-yeon blocked my path.
“Young miss. Would you come here for a moment?”
I nodded, though puzzled by the request.
Chung-yeon and the attendants brought the girl to a room on the west side of the main residence.
The room was already perfectly arranged.
It was far larger and more beautiful than the room I had been using.
“From today on, this will be your room, Miss. Is that acceptable?”
Chung-yeon asked carefully, bowing slightly.
“Why?”
I asked innocently.
A change of rooms was of no consequence to me.
I was merely curious about the reason for abandoning the room I’d been using so well.
“Because Cheon-eul has come to the Yul Family Residence. And your room was adjacent to the Master’s chamber….”
Chung-yeon’s usually composed voice sounded strange somehow. Her smile was also oddly awkward.
“Is Cheon-eul going to use my room?”
As I tilted my head in confusion, Young-seo standing beside Chung-yeon widened her eyes.
“My goodness, how could that be? How would newlyweds use separate rooms?”
Then why?
The confusion on my face deepened. At that, Young-seo laughed mischievously.
“Actually, come to think of it, Miss might be right? Since we’ve prepared the Master’s room as the bridal chamber…— Ow!”
Young-seo, who had been whispering with a suspicious smile, was pinched in the ribs by Chung-yeon.
“Mind your tongue.”
“Eek, ow! Ah, I understand. Aaah! Sister, let go!”
Chung-yeon’s face was fierce despite her smile.
After giving one final squeeze and releasing Young-seo, Chung-yeon extended her hand toward me.
“Now then, Miss. You must be tired, yes? Let me help you change into fresh clothes.”
I never did learn the reason, but pressing further seemed likely to result in Young-seo being pinched again.
With an awkward smile, I nodded and followed Chung-yeon into the room.
Since all my previous belongings had been moved intact, I adapted to the new room quickly.
It was somewhat startling to encounter Cheon-eul in his sleeping attire when I visited my sister’s room in the morning, but I grew accustomed to that as well.
After a month had passed, and summer arrived in full.
Chung-yeon entered my room with a stiff expression and smiled as she spoke.
“Miss. It seems we’ll need to move you back to your original room.”

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