According to the letter sent by Je Gal Yu Ryong, Nam Gung Hwa Su’s condition was visibly serious.
To the point where he mistook the sect’s beggars as his comrades.
‘His eyes were bloodshot and he appeared agitated,’ the letter said.
Where exactly did Nam Gung Hwa Su and Nam Gung Hyun Jong disappear to after leaving the Mo Yong family?
The Blood Cult ordered Mo Yong Hee to kill me. And after she failed in her assigned task, she met her end at the hands of my grandfather.
‘If Nam Gung Hwa Su finds freedom, what will he try to do?’
I tried to think from Nam Gung Hwa Su’s perspective. Of course, since I wasn’t Nam Gung Hwa Su, it wasn’t easy to understand his position.
‘He will come looking for me.’
Mo Yong Hee tried to kill me in order to save the life of her son, Nam Gung Hwa Su.
Nam Gung Hwa Su must have been aware of that fact. Given his tendency to blame others, it was clear he would hate me.
[Indeed, he is quite something. Constantly blaming others without reflecting on his own faults.]‘Yes, and because of that, he must have wanted revenge. Against those who made him that way.’
The reason Mo Yong Hee came looking for me was because Nam Gung Hwa Su had been afflicted by the Blood Cult.
‘Nam Gung Hwa Su likely learned the martial arts of the Blood Cult.’
The martial arts of the Blood Cult gradually drive a person insane.
That’s the nature of demonic arts.
Even an ordinary person who masters demonic arts becomes hot-tempered and thirsts for blood. So how much more so for Nam Gung Hwa Su, who already had an eccentric temperament?
Nam Gung Hwa Su wouldn’t place any blame on himself.
‘He must want revenge against me.’
Nam Gung Hwa Su surely believed that I had stolen his place.
[Didn’t Nam Gung Jin Cheon leave this evening? He’ll take the Blood Cult members to the Martial Alliance.]The dagger uncle’s words were also correct.
I had an ominous feeling, but finding Nam Gung Hwa Su wouldn’t be an easy task.
[Worrying won’t solve anything. For now, we can only wait.]‘Until the enemy’s sword points at me?’
[There’s no need for that. Now, the enemy’s sword won’t even reach you. Many in the family are on your side. Their arm will likely be severed before they can point their sword at you.]‘……’
[You should know how many reliable comrades you have.] [This is the timeline separator]As expected, Grandfather personally took the Blood Cult members to the Martial Alliance.
The appearance of the Blood Cult was truly miserable.
They barely looked human.
Their arrogant demeanor was gone, replaced by trembling legs as they were dragged away by Grandfather. They looked twice as old as when I first met them.
I sat in my quarters with my eyes closed, meditating. My mind was preoccupied with the things I needed to do in the future.
[Just go to sleep. It’s late at night.]‘It’s been a long time since Grandfather left the family estate.’
After returning from the Martial Alliance, Grandfather rarely left the family estate.
For some unknown reason, I found it difficult to fall asleep.
That’s when it happened.
“Lin, are you there?”
Father’s voice came from outside the door.
Startled, I opened the door.
Father stood there.
He was holding two wooden swords in his hands.
‘Oh, could it be……’
Father had come to fulfill the words he spoke to me at breakfast.
At that thought, my heart began to race.
The children of the family learned swordsmanship from their parents from a young age.
But I had no parents to teach me swordsmanship. Of course, the dagger uncle and my aunt also oversaw my swordsmanship, but I always carried a sense of emptiness in my heart.
Learning swordsmanship from my parents was one of my small wishes.
Like a scene from a dream I often had, Father held out a wooden sword to me.
“Shall we spar?”
I hesitated for a moment.
Because Father’s body still hadn’t fully recovered.
“But your body hasn’t fully healed yet……”
“It’s alright. Your friend’s medical skills are excellent. I’ve recovered enough energy, so sparring won’t be a problem.”
I carefully accepted the wooden sword Father handed me, then nodded.
With a slightly flushed face, I followed Father.
Behind my quarters was a training ground.
Father stood in the center of the training ground.
I could sense that the moment I had long yearned for had finally come.
Tears welled up in my eyes and fell, overcome with emotion.
Not from sadness.
But from immense joy.
As if I had returned to my childhood self.
Father gently wiped the tears from my eyes.
He then patted my back.
Father’s concerned gaze came into view.
“Will you be alright? If it’s too much, we can do this another time.”
At Father’s words, I quickly shook my head.
“No, I can do it. Please let me, Father.”
After a moment of internal conflict, Father nodded.
My heart raced with anticipation.
The swordsmanship of the Nam Gung family is often compared to the heavens.
And in his youth, I heard Father was the closest to reaching the heavens. Now I had the chance to witness Father’s swordsmanship.
I raised the wooden sword in my hand.
‘Father’s body hasn’t fully recovered yet.’
But even so, I had to face him with sincerity.
Father must have had his reasons for asking to spar with me. Just as Ji Cheon Wu comforted me with his sword, Father was doing the same.
[Martial artists converse through their swords.]So many words were unnecessary.
“Come.”
I charged towards Father first.
With a clack, my wooden sword aimed for Father’s Gokchi acupoint (Qu Chi Xue), but it was blocked by Father’s wooden sword.
However, I didn’t stop there and swung my sword again, this time targeting Father’s knee.
My sword was fierce.
As if it was speaking of my childhood through the sword. Father gently received my sword.
Like listening to my whims, his sword was gentle and caring.
Yes, Father’s sword was warm and affectionate.
[You’re truly conversing.]The dagger uncle said our sparring was a conversation. I felt the same way.
I swing my sword and Father deflects it.
I speak and Father responds.
“It must have been difficult. It must have been painful.”
We repeated that process.
My long years began to be sung by the sword.
Living as Nam Gung Lin, I swung my sword hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times. After regaining the right to learn the sword that Nam Gung Hyun Jong had taken from me in my childhood, I never let go of the sword even for a moment.
My life was contained within the sword.
It was as if Father was saying he wanted to see that life.
So I conveyed it to Father.
That I loved the sword and wanted to see him. So after much effort, I attained this level of skill.
Father spoke softly as he watched my sword.
“Seeing your sword, I can understand. What kind of years you’ve been through.”
I could feel Father’s sorrow in those words. I soon realized what he wanted to say through his sword.
At some point, I stopped the hand holding my sword.
Father did the same.
Sometimes, more conversation could be exchanged without words.
I smiled brightly and answered.
“I waited for you, Father.”
[This is the timeline separator]Nam Gung Lin, who had sparred with Nam Gung Hyun, was genuinely delighted. She chattered on to Nam Gung Cheon about how enjoyable it was to spar with her father.
She was in such a good mood that she expressed it out loud.
“Grandfather said Father’s swordsmanship embodies the Nam Gung style more than anyone. I think I understand what he meant.”
Nam Gung Cheon quietly listened to Nam Gung Lin’s words. Nam Gung Lin looked more tired than usual.
It was only natural after sparring with Nam Gung Hyun for a long time.
Her eyes were already heavy with drowsiness.
[Sleep well.]At his words, Nam Gung Lin carefully nodded. Nam Gung Cheon knew that Nam Gung Hyun was outside the door at this moment.
He had been sitting there for a long time, as if guarding Nam Gung Lin’s room.
It was a night with bright moonlight.
Soon, Nam Gung Lin’s eyes gently closed.
Nam Gung Cheon could tell that she had fallen into a deeper sleep than usual.
Only then did Nam Gung Hyun stand up from outside the door. At this moment, Nam Gung Cheon didn’t wake Nam Gung Lin.
‘Sometimes you have to entrust things to others.’
Of course, he wouldn’t let anything happen to make the child sad.
The dagger emitted a glow.
At that moment, Nam Gung Hyun, who had stopped walking, looked back.
[This is the timeline separator]The man once known as Nam Gung Hwa Su looked down at his sword.
The sword, bathed in moonlight, shone sharply.
‘I’ll kill them all.’
Nam Gung Hwa Su was gripped by an intense bloodlust. He would tear apart all those who had made him this way. And then he would make them kneel at his feet.
The Nam Gung family.
The place he once took the most pride in, but now despised.
He was headed there.
Much time had passed, and Nam Gung Hwa Su was no longer alone.
Behind him were numerous warriors clad in black. Their eyes were also filled with murderous energy.
Today, Nam Gung Jin Cheon left the Nam Gung family estate, vacating his position.
How long had he waited for this moment?
Nam Gung Hwa Su was confident he could turn the Nam Gung family into a complete mess.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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