I'm The Lowest-Ranking Daughter Of A Martial Arts Villain (2 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 13
The Goddess Ilwol cut a piece of lokum into a size suitable for Na Rin’s mouth and offered it to her with chopsticks.
Na Rin only needed to open her mouth like a baby chick.
“Shall I eat it, too?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Na Rin opened her mouth with a fluttering heart.
Oh, heavens!
The moment it touched her tongue, an intensely sweet flavor—like poison in its richness—made her eyes snap wide open.
It felt firm yet chewy upon biting, and melted silkily on her tongue like maltose candy, its sweetness utterly exquisite.
Wow! Seriously, wow!
“Delicious, isn’t it?”
“Mmm-hmm!! Mm!”
Na Rin couldn’t even open her mouth wide, only nodding vigorously with her eyes round as saucers.
Not even eating pure sugar could be this sweet.
“In the Central Plains, only royalty or high-ranking ministers get to taste this. Even within the Sect, it’s a rare delicacy. Think of it as study time and eat plenty.”
“How come Goddess Ilwol gets it…?”
As if she’d been waiting just for that question, the Goddess Ilwol proudly replied,
“The Ilwol Gate is the Sect’s main entrance, isn’t it? Without me opening the gate, caravans can’t do business, so they always bring gifts like this.”
It was essentially a bribe.
‘So every time a caravan comes, I can get treats like this for free.’
And it wasn’t just silk caravans.
Anyone with business at the Demon Sect had to go through the Goddess Ilwol—there was no way to even start talking otherwise.
Na Rin’s estimation of the Ilwol Gate rose anew.
Calling it “crumbly rice cake” might sound simple, but crumbs of this quality were certainly worth settling down for.
“I’ll leave the lokum here, so come and eat whenever you like. It’s a treat that rarely spoils, so take your time enjoying it.”
Clack.
“Oh!”
She wanted just a bit more.
Reading the wistful look in Na Rin’s eyes, the Goddess Ilwol smiled confidently.
‘That way, you’ll have no choice but to come every day.’
This was precisely why the Goddess Ilwol hadn’t urged Na Rin even once during the entire month she’d stayed away.
She had her ultimate trump card ready.
“Did you bring your homework?”
“Yes. Sort of.”
Na Rin’s eyes rolled slightly to the side.
It was clear her mind was already off studying and onto something else.
Predicting this, the Goddess Ilwol smoothly suggested,
“If you’re not in a hurry, how about taking a look around the caravan? It’s good social education, after all. I’ll give you some spending money so you can practice bargaining too.”
“Really?!”
Na Rin’s eyes sparkled brightly.
The Goddess Ilwol handed Na Rin three silver taels—two for her daily wage from the Sect and an extra one as pocket money—and sent her outside.
Her calculation was that planting such happy memories would make Na Rin seek out the Ilwol Gate even if told not to.
‘This is so exciting!’
Na Rin, giddy as a child, went to explore the caravan.
Most of the goods displayed along the paths were light and compact—but expensive—making them hardly entertaining for a child to browse.
But Na Rin’s mindset was already that of an adult, and fortunately, her purse was adult-sized too.
“Is this for Mama?”
“Go away, kids.”
“I’m asking if it’s for Mama.”
“Stop bothering me or I’ll—… Oh! Let me show you this item instead, Miss So.”
The merchant’s attitude changed instantly when Na Rin waved three silver taels between her fingers.
Money really did rule the world.
Among the displayed accessories, Na Rin picked up a hair ornament made by stringing together colored glass pieces shaped like flowers.
‘Should I buy this for Yu Ri?’
She could already picture Yu Ri’s delighted face, thrilled that it was made from a gem sharing her name.
“Is this for Mama?”
“It costs three silver taels, Miss So.”
“….”
She wanted to retort, ‘You’re saying that only because I’m holding three taels in my hand, aren’t you?’—but that was something only a novice haggler would say.
As Na Rin silently set the ornament back down, the merchant suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“But!”
He grinned and continued,
“Seeing your adorable face, Miss So, I’ll take just two taels and five muns.”
“I don’t want it. I wasn’t going to use it myself.”
Na Rin straightened her hand and let the hair ornament drop back onto the table.
The merchant’s face hardened for a split second, then broke into a smile even faster.
“How kind-hearted you are, Miss So! Who wouldn’t be delighted to receive such a rare hairpiece crafted from precious Fasa glass? But listen—”
He then placed both the previously dropped flower ornament and a nearby small butterfly-shaped hairpin into Na Rin’s hand and said,
“You should get one for yourself too, Miss So. Both for three taels.”
“Hmm.”
Two hair ornaments made of Fasa glass for three silver taels.
‘Not a bad deal, but…’
“That butterfly ornament seems to come in a pair. You’re not seriously planning to sell just one half, are you?”
Someone suddenly interrupted the haggling.
With a sharp *snap* as a fan closed, the newcomer revealed his face—and everyone around held their breath.
Guardian of the Land Gong Son Woo.
That man had appeared among the caravans.
“It’s been a while, little one.”
“Hello.”
Except for Na Rin, everyone recognized him immediately, and the marketplace atmosphere shifted instantly.
Some coughed awkwardly, switching their words as if caught overcharging.
Others raised their voices, calling out to attract Gong Son Woo’s attention.
And someone even pulled out the hidden matching butterfly ornament they’d been saving.
“O-of course! I intended to sell them as a pair!”
“I thought as much. What do you think, little one? This seems like a fair deal, doesn’t it?”
“I’ll take them!”
Na Rin emptied the money she’d received from the Goddess Ilwol and bought three hair ornaments, tucking them away securely.
‘It doesn’t seem like I lack ways to earn money, yet somehow I always end up broke.’
Just as she was pondering whether her spending habits might be to blame, Gong Son Woo spoke up.
“What brings you to the Ilwol Gate? I heard you enrolled in a village school.”
‘Why does everyone already know I joined a school?’
Though puzzled, Na Rin answered plainly since it wasn’t a secret.
“I’m helping out at Ilwol Gate.”
“Oh? That’s good. New Sect members often struggle financially as lay followers, so having silver taels is always helpful. Stand here a moment.”
Gong Son Woo casually examined some silk fabrics, held one against Na Rin’s body, and nodded in approval.
“Wrap this up.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Are you buying it for me?”
“I buy as I please, and I give because I like what you do.”
Gong Son Woo, naturally handsome and full of charm, gave her a playful wink.
‘He’s awfully familiar.’
Na Rin had previously viewed Gong Son Woo as “a clueless rich kid who only bullies the weak,” so her opinion of him was far from favorable.
Now it had slightly shifted to “a clueless rich kid with high status who only bullies the weak.”
She turned her head sharply and said stiffly,
“Then I won’t take it. It’s too much of a burden.”
“Nonsense. This costs less than one-hundredth what you quickly snatched for that fan.”
Na Rin wanted to protest, ‘That fan was fair payment for running an errand!’—but if the fan really was worth a hundred times the silk’s price, then no matter how she looked at it, that would be an unfair trade.
Not wanting to give any excuse for him to demand the fan back, Na Rin stayed silent, lips tightly pressed—so Gong Son Woo spoke first.
“I’m not giving it for free. Hmm… You could also use a new pair of shoes. Would fifteen centimeters fit your feet?”
“Roughly. Why are you buying them for me?”
“You’ll need them soon. Because of me.”
“…?”
Gong Son Woo swiftly gathered the ordered silk and said,
“I’m done here. Take a look around if you still need anything.”
“I’m leaving too.”
She was broke anyway, so there was no point in browsing further.
Back at the Ilwol Gate, the Goddess Ilwol greeted them without a hint of surprise.
Judging by her demeanor, it was clear Gong Son Woo’s appearance hadn’t been coincidence—he’d been arranged to meet Na Rin by the Goddess herself all along.
“How long will it take your seamstress to tailor the clothes?”
“It’s a child’s outfit, so it shouldn’t take long. Perhaps two shichen?”
“Perfect.”
As Na Rin watched Gong Son Woo and the Goddess Ilwol converse, she furiously puzzled over what was happening.
‘What’s going on? The Goddess Ilwol sounds like she’s lower in status?’
Could it be that this good-for-nothing was actually “a clueless, rich, highborn bully who picks on the weak”?
Na Rin genuinely thought the world was unfair.
“You must have many questions—yet you ask none?”
“Should I really ask?”
“Don’t play coy now. Go ahead and ask.”
Gong Son Woo sat down at the low table as if it were natural and sipped the tea the Goddess Ilwol’s servant had brought.
“You’re curious who I am, and why you need new clothes.”
“Yes.”
“I’d love to make you try them on, but let’s keep things simple this time—you’ll need your wits sharp.”
He looked straight into Na Rin’s eyes and enunciated each word slowly and firmly, like stamping a seal:
“I am Gong Son Woo, Guardian of the Land and Defender of the East. And today, you will dress beautifully in your new clothes and meet the Blood Demon.”
“….”
Time seemed to freeze for Na Rin, then resumed flowing. Wait—so it’s you?
“The… what?”
“Yes.”
“The Defender of the Law?!”
“Correct.”
“The Sect Leader’s second-in-command?! With your own palace?!”
“Mm. Right under the Sect Leader. And I command the Azure Dragon Army.”
Na Rin was so shocked she plopped down right where she stood.
A Defender of the Law! A Defender of the Law!
‘You were the Defender I never knew about?!’
The Defenders Na Rin knew were:
First, Jeok Gun Ak of the Heavenly King Vaisravana—the Blood Plum Blossom’s old rival.
Second, Elder Sa Ma Jil of the Heavenly King Gwangmok.
And third, General Gye Bok Chi of Heavenly King Zengzhang—whom she’d only heard rumors about but never met.
She’d guessed there must be a fourth Defender, given their role in guarding the four directions, but since he’d never shown himself, she’d assumed the position was vacant.
“Take it easy. Children can have seizures if startled too much.”
“Oh, right? Are you alright, little one?”
Na Rin nodded.
She was startled, but fine.
‘They call this the Vast Ten-Thousand-Mountain Sect? Why does it feel so small?’
It hadn’t even been long since her initiation, yet she’d already encountered the Twelve Elders, a Defender of the Law, and now was about to meet one of the Seven Great Demon Sovereigns—the Blood Demon herself.
“But why do I have to see Lady Hyeolma?”
Perhaps because Na Rin’s question hit the core issue, Gong Son Woo paused, hummed briefly, and then spoke.
“Do you remember the Qing Cheng Sect’s First Disciple?”
Na Rin almost blurted out, ‘That weak kid?’—but caught herself.
Back in her Blood Plum Blossom days, of course she’d considered him a feeble novice—but now, as Na Rin, that remark wouldn’t be appropriate.
“Yes.”
“We’ve conducted a thorough investigation of him, yet no one has learned more about him than you have. So what choice do we have? We must grasp at straws.”
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely.”
Na Rin shot him a skeptical glance.
How could a full-grown adult—let alone someone as high-ranking as a Defender of the Law—possibly need help from a four-year-old? That made no sense.
Gong Son Woo, seemingly embarrassed, averted his eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly.
Even he found it strange, apparently.
“You may or may not know this, but a century ago, the Demon Sect severed ties with the Central Plains—or rather, had them severed for us. Either way, our only source of information about the Central Plains now comes from guides who overhear snippets while bringing in new disciples.”
This was unexpected—and Na Rin’s eyes lit up.
‘Maybe there was someone helping them after all.’
In Na Rin’s memory, during the great Demon Sect war, the Sect had never seemed short on intelligence.
Moreover, no matter how fanatically devoted the Sect’s followers were to their leader—even willing to sacrifice their lives like blades of grass—they weren’t so foolish as to wage war against an enemy they knew nothing about.
‘There’s definitely something I missed.’
Na Rin resolved to keep the discrepancy between her past memories and the current situation firmly in mind, and told Gong Son Woo,
“But I really don’t know anything more. What I told you back then was everything.”
“Haha! Of course I don’t expect that much. I merely want to understand how a child like you uncovered the Qing Cheng Sect disciple’s identity—and whether your methods could be applied to other matters. However…”
Gong Son Woo grinned mischievously, as if plotting a prank.
“If you add just a word or two more, I won’t leave you disappointed.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Golden Moon Caravan.
What a nice name What a nice name What a nice name
A small whirlwind began to swirl beneath Na Rin’s feet, and her hair stood on en
I wander if circulating the energy unprepared might harm her body. We didn’t read about her preparing meridians or opening her own acupoints, etc. Or was she already born with the fully cultivated body? 🤷🏻♀️
Small, round, and soft—her forehead.
Oh my God, what is this? I hope he finds out she’s his daughter soon. I’m so excited! 💗💗
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I was visualising all special effects during their fight. It might have been spectacular! Pink plum flowers from the 4y.o and demonic purple from the Heavenly Demon. 🔥
Their interaction with each other and his attachment to her is so sweet. I hope he knows she’s his daughter. 🦋💗
How vile is this bloodthirsty demon, plotting to kill a child and preying on the weak.