The Youngest Daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan Is a Truly a Very Famous Little Heavenly Demon - Chapter 7

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7.

The scene she rushed to with a pale face was horrific. The house that had always welcomed her was destroyed without a trace.

And her daughter. Her beloved Doa.

She couldn’t even find a corpse.

“Mommy, where are you going?”

“I’m going to catch the bad guys. Our Doa, can you stay alone?”

“No! Take me too! Please?”

“Why is our Doa acting like this?”

Looking at the blood-soaked ruins, she recalled her daughter’s last moments.

Her daughter, who rarely cried and was well-behaved, had been unusually fussy that day, clinging to Ju Sohui’s legs.

“I have a scary feeling. I want to stay with mommy. Please?”

“Mommy will be back after sleeping ten nights. There are many cousin sisters and brothers, so if you play happily, I’ll be back soon. Promise.”

“Waaah, I don’t want to!”

In the end, Ju Sohui had to hold and comfort her daughter until she fell asleep from exhaustion. Then she left the house while her daughter slept, setting out to track the Blood Sect’s traces.

She couldn’t believe it.

Her efforts to suppress the Blood Sect’s power had been for the children who would enter the martial world when they came of age.

Children whose skin was still soft.

Her five-year-old daughter with sparkling eyes and chubby hands reaching out, who smelled sweetly of milk when hugged.

For Ju Sohui, who had spent a blood-soaked childhood, the family she had newly formed held special meaning. She had felt incomparable happiness when her own flesh and blood whispered “I love you, mommy” and came into her arms.

But that child had disappeared.

Perhaps she was dead.

Without mother or father by her side, in great pain and loneliness.

Ju Sohui newly realized that she could let out such a bone-chilling scream. Blood vessels burst around her eyes, and red tears flowed down her cheeks.

It was so severe that even Peng, who was immersed in grief, shouted to calm her down. Even that didn’t reach her ears.

“M-mommy. Can’t we see Doa anymore…?”

After seven days and nights of screaming without drinking a drop of water, Ju Sohui came to her senses at the tender voice of her son who had just turned twelve.

“Huuung, mommy!”

The boy, whose growth was delayed and hadn’t reached puberty, grabbed his ruined mother and burst into tears. He was her young child who couldn’t grasp his sister’s death, whom she absolutely had to protect.

From that day on, Ju Sohui began to move again.

There was no happiness like before. Her once colorful vision turned gray again, like when she was in the imperial palace.

She felt no freedom at all.

Ju Sohui punished evildoers much more cruelly and mercilessly than before.

It was a life so unconscious she might as well have been a doll. The only reason she didn’t die was her concern that her remaining son would grow up motherless.

So it was natural that after reuniting with her daughter, whom she thought was dead, that affection became infinitely heavy.

Moreover, hadn’t she almost killed her precious daughter without recognizing her at their first meeting? If she had been even slightly slower to recognize her, she would have faced her grown daughter as a corpse.

One that she herself had killed.

It was a fear as if someone had gripped her heart tightly. Ju Sohui, struck by the greatest terror since losing her daughter, struggled to loosen her constricting breath as she treated her dying daughter.

After several days like that, her daughter opened her eyes.

Despite her pale face, she was a truly beautiful child who had grown well.

Though Ju Sohui’s heart felt torn into a thousand pieces seeing the scars covering her body and imagining the hardships she had endured, she forced herself to remain composed lest the memory-lost child become anxious.

However, she couldn’t hide her overflowing affection.

Though her uncomfortable and awkward appearance was pitiful, she was simultaneously lovely and more lovely.

A daughter who wouldn’t hurt even if placed in her eyes.

Daughter. My beloved daughter.

And now.

Lying with her daughter, Ju Sohui couldn’t believe this situation, and instead of sleeping, she endlessly watched and watched over her sleeping daughter.

Sometimes when it was too quiet, she would bring her finger to the child’s straight nose.

Because she couldn’t believe it.

Because she was so happy.

So much so that she wondered if it was okay to be this joyful.

How many hours had passed like that?

“Mmm… Are you already awake?”

Early morning.

The sight of her daughter lying beside her came into Ju Sohui’s gentle eyes.

Gentle eyes. A delicate nose. Red, moist lips. A youthful face.

For a moment, her breath caught.

From guilt at having dared to steal the peaceful, beloved childhood this child should have rightfully enjoyed.

Also, sorrow and regret at not being able to watch her beloved child grow, mixed with overwhelming joy at finding her now, filled her lungs.

They say when emotions are too vast, there’s no way to express them outwardly.

Ju Sohui was the same. All she could do was repeatedly take shallow breaths in and out without making any sound.

Meanwhile, Dori, who had just woken up, tilted her head at Ju Sohui’s lack of response.

“Mother?”

She was alive and moving.

Her precious other half, right before her eyes.

The magical moment was broken. Ju Sohui answered her daughter with sharp breathing.

“Yes. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll leave around this evening, so you can sleep in a bit more. In the meantime, I…”

In the middle of speaking, there was a knock at the door. When Ju Sohui went outside after patting Dori, a man in martial robes delivered a message.

“Um. The Grand Patriarch of the Eon Family wishes to see the Sword Emperor.”

“Ha.”

Ju Sohui let out a hollow laugh.

“No matter how much he wanted to see me, knocking on the door from dawn without any prior notice. Really, when you get old, you just lose sleep and become utterly useless.”

“Hehe. Your mouth is as rough as ever, truly befitting someone from the Peng Family.”

A man who appeared to be in his early thirties walked out from behind her.

His alias was Corpse Demon.

He was Eon Yeonhyeok, the Grand Patriarch of the Eon Family, called one of the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World.

“One should act sweetly before elders to receive affection, Sword Emperor.”

“Instead of wasting time being sweet to others, why don’t you manage your son? With the patriarch shamelessly chasing after women all the time, it’s embarrassing for a prestigious family like mine.”

“…I concede. Let’s stop here.”

Eon Yeonhyeok, who had picked a fight for no reason and couldn’t even break even, readily admitted defeat.

Ju Sohui was the youngest among those called the Ten Great Masters of the Martial World. However, she had a background that could never be ignored.

Princess Seoyeong.

There was no one in the martial world who didn’t know Ju Sohui’s bloodline. The emperor armed with cannons, arrows, and armies was her very own brother.

Her alias Sword Emperor was in the same context.

In an era when imperial authority was higher than ever.

Even the abbot of Shaolin, said to be first among the Five Absolutes, was called Venerable, yet Ju Sohui, evaluated as one level below him, received the title of Emperor for this reason.

Of course, Ju Sohui’s own martial prowess had surpassed him nearly ten years ago.

‘If the Sword Emperor, who had no connection to martial arts in childhood, is like this, then that bastard Tae Hyeok… Ugh. Tsk.’

Looking at Ju Sohui and thinking of his son, Eon Yeonhyeok clicked his tongue inwardly.

He had lost all his proper sons in the Righteous War long ago.

The only remaining option was his youngest, who had no talent for martial arts, so even passing on the patriarch position felt quite uneasy.

Thanks to the patriarch’s reckless behavior with women, there were many illegitimate children even excluding the acknowledged bastards.

‘At least I managed to get one grandson, which is fortunate.’

On the other hand, his eldest grandson Eon Muhyeok, unlike his father, had been completely uninterested in women since childhood. He was also a prodigy who stayed locked in his room constantly repeating training, even at an age when he should be opening his eyes to the opposite sex.

Thanks to this, Eon Yeonhyeok held great love and expectations for his eldest grandson.

At the same time, he was a bit worried.

‘Everything’s good, but that boy doesn’t meet women at all. It would be nice to match him with a virtuous young lady from a prominent family, hmm.’

Well, raising children never went according to plan anyway.

Shaking his head, Eon Yeonhyeok began to speak.

“I heard from Muhyeok that you found your daughter? Congratulations. I mean it sincerely.”

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