SYM 63

The next day, as soon as Eun-hyeon opened his eyes, Cheong-un dragged him to the bathhouse.

Actually, he should have washed up and gone to bed last night, but Cheong-un suddenly called him Master, so he hadn’t been in the right frame of mind to wash.

In the bathhouse, to which Cheong-un had dragged him, hot water was prepared in a small tub. After roughly washing and coming out, clothes that fit Eun-hyeon perfectly were prepared outside.

He hadn’t heard anyone’s presence, so he couldn’t figure out when they had prepared all this.

After changing his clothes and coming outside, Cheong-un was waiting.

“Master, let me dry your hair. You’ll catch a cold.”

“It’s already full spring, what could happen with just this much…”

Despite Eun-hyeon’s words, Cheong-un carefully patted Eun-hyeon’s hair with a towel.

“You overestimate your physical condition, Master. In my life, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything weaker than this body. It’s about the same as a hundred-day-old baby. No, in some ways, it’s worse than a baby.”

“No, but I’ve gotten a lot better now, so it’s not that bad…”

While Eun-hyeon was mumbling, Cheong-un infused his Inner energy into Eun-hyeon’s hair.

Anyone who saw it would be dumbfounded. To use Inner energy just to dry hair.

But Cheong-un nonchalantly dried Eun-hyeon’s hair and even the moisture remaining on his skin. When drying his hair, he also controlled his Inner energy very delicately.

“Wow, it’s already all dry.”

He was impressed when his hair became fluffy in an instant. In fact, one of the most inconvenient things since possessing this body was drying his hair after washing.

It took quite a while to completely dry long hair.

At this rate, it seems even more effective than a Dyson.

While Eun-hyeon was muttering inwardly, glancing at Cheong-un, Cheong-un neatly tied and arranged Eun-hyeon’s hair. His skill in tying hair seemed much better than Soseo or Hwahong.

“Well, now that your hair is dry, let’s eat. After eating, we’ll go straight to the Namgung Clan.”

“We could eat at the clan…”

“Everything is already prepared, you just need to pick up your spoon.”

Led by Cheong-un’s hand, he came outside to find a neatly prepared meal laid out.

“When did you prepare all this…”

Eun-hyeon couldn’t sense anyone’s presence here. But he felt strange when everything was always perfectly prepared, as if a ghost had prepared it.

“Cheong-un, the people working here…”

“They are all people from the Demonic Sect.”

“Ah…”

At the word “Demonic Sect,” Eun-hyeon unknowingly made an “ah” sound and nodded.

“No, but the Demonic Sect, I mean, are members of the sect allowed to be here like this?”

Eun-hyeon lowered his voice and whispered, even though they were alone.

He knew that those who had mastered Martial Arts would be able to hear him even if he spoke like this, but he still felt compelled to lower his voice.

“You can speak comfortably. Surely my disciples wouldn’t harbor ill intentions towards Master, would they?”

Eun-hyeon sighed as he looked at Cheong-un, who was smiling at him as if he were looking at something cute.

It felt strange to be treated like this by his disciple, and it was awkward to be served by members of the Demonic Sect.

“Does the meal not suit your taste?”

“Ah, no. It’s delicious. It suits my taste well.”

Cheong-un nodded only after seeing Eun-hyeon move his chopsticks.

From the night before, Cheong-un had been pushing his subordinates to prepare food that suited Eun-hyeon’s taste.

In the past, Eun-hyeon preferred simpler, less seasoned temple food rather than greasy Central Plains cuisine. So the food prepared today was of that kind.

He felt pleased as he watched Eun-hyeon munching.

He only ate as much as a bird pecking at food, but forcing him to eat too much would only upset his stomach.

“This tea is made with a secret recipe from the Demonic Sect and is good for your health. Drink it all.”

“Ah…”

Looking at the dark color in front of Eun-hyeon, it was closer to medicine than tea.

Eun-hyeon frowned slightly but drank it without complaint.

Since his days as Ha Yeo-un, Cheong-un had been particularly concerned about his health, obtaining and feeding him various Elixirs. Each of them had been effective in Eun-hyeon’s recovery, so he couldn’t refuse the medicine just because it tasted bad now that he was an adult.

Sure enough, the medicine disguised as tea was full of bitter flavors. As he emptied the cup with a grimace, Cheong-un then offered him sweet snacks and real tea.

Only then did Eun-hyeon’s expression relax.

“Well, let’s head to the clan now. There will be a lot of things to take care of when we get to the Namgung Clan.”

Even at this point, Eun-hyeon didn’t fully understand what Cheong-un had said.

He was called the Eldest Young Master of the Namgung in name only, and he didn’t know much about what was happening in the family. Even if something big had happened to the clan, what would he be busy with?

But as soon as he arrived at the clan, Eun-hyeon realized he was mistaken.

Madam Hwang had been the one who practically handled most of the things that the Eldest Young Master should have been doing. With Madam Hwang imprisoned, the family had become paralyzed.

Since Namgung Juwon and Namgung Eun-gwang had not yet returned, Eun-hyeon was the only one in the family who could make decisions.

When Eun-hyeon arrived at the clan, the one who greeted him most warmly was the Chief Steward.

“Eldest Young Master! I’ve been waiting for you. Now that the Lord is away, you are the acting Lord. Please come to the office over here!”

The Chief Steward abruptly dragged Eun-hyeon to the Lord’s office.

Eun-hyeon’s eyes widened as he looked at Cheong-un, or rather, Cheong-un disguised as Ha Yeo-un, but Cheong-un just smiled and shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Cheong-un had already used his disguise to return to Ha Yeo-un’s appearance and entered the Namgung Clan with Eun-hyeon.

“These are all documents that require the Lord’s approval, but they have been stalled because they haven’t been approved.”

Eun-hyeon clicked his tongue briefly at the mountain of documents the Chief Steward presented. There were far too many.

“I understand. I’ll check them first, and I’ll handle what I can on my own. We’ll handle other important matters after the Lord returns. Is there anything else urgent that I need to do?”

“Ah, well, that’s…”

The moment Eun-hyeon saw the Chief Steward’s troubled expression, he regretted asking.

“Madam Hwang…”

Eun-hyeon sighed inwardly, thinking that he shouldn’t have asked. Matters related to Madam Hwang were awkward.

“Hoo, what’s wrong? What did Madam Hwang do?”

“Well… Madam Hwang’s rampage is too severe. She’s not eating or sleeping, and she’s still screaming.”

Eun-hyeon sighed.

Knowing Madam Hwang’s personality, it seemed likely.

“So, Madam Hwang is alone right now?”

“Actually, Madam Hwang’s nanny and a few maids were originally with her in her room. But last night, the violence and rampage were so severe that they all came out.”

“Send Hwahong to Madam Hwang immediately. You never know what someone who is agitated might do if left alone. The Lord will decide what to do with Madam Hwang when he returns, so until then, have Hwahong stay by her side.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Tell Hwahong to calm Madam Hwang down by using pressure points if her rampage is too severe. If that doesn’t work, it’s better to use Sleep Incense to put her to sleep.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“For now, Madam Hwang must be safe until the Lord returns. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. And actually, we keep getting calls from the Golden Pavillion. Hwang Geum-san, he seems to have heard some news and is likely to come in person.”

“Even if Hwang Geum-san comes, he must not be allowed to meet Madam Hwang without the Lord’s permission.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Just imagining how chaotic the Namgung Clan would be if Hwang Geum-san came made his head throb.

While he was dealing with the urgent matters of the clan, Hwang Geum-san arrived at the clan.

Eun-hyeon sighed, instructing them to keep Hwang Geum-san tied up with various excuses as much as possible.

“Master, if you’re having a hard time, shall I help you a little?”

“You, Cheong-un?”

Cheong-un, who had been watching the situation unfold from a short distance away from Eun-hyeon, approached.

“Why do you have to think so complicatedly? It’s simple if you just kill them. If you tell me, Master, I will have Dark Shadow cut off the heads of Hwang Geum-san and Madam Hwang.”