It was truly a strange phenomenon. When they were young, Danmokchang was much thinner and smaller than Danmokbi. They still looked alike to the point of confusion, but it was possible to tell them apart due to their different builds.
But now, as adults face to face, it was difficult to distinguish between them.
“Could they be identical twins?”
Even if they were identical, could they really resemble each other this much? It seemed believable that Danmokbi was playing a prank.
In any case, I was relieved that they seemed to have returned healthy. I smiled brightly and asked Danmokchang,
“Have you completely returned now?”
“Well, for now, it’s a pause, shall we say? Has Father not given up yet?”
He said it with a smile, but the content was quite grave.
Father’s giving up. Knowing what it meant for the twins, his words did not sound insignificant.
I was sneaking a glance at Danmokchang’s face when he asked with a genuinely bright smile,
“And I hear my younger brother is so outstanding?”
“If you mean Master Danmokbi, he is exceptional.”
It was hard to deny that part. With the emergency tactics I provided, Danmokbi, who mastered Danmok’s First Sword, became an unrivaled expert within the family.
At my response, Danmokchang nodded with a dark expression.
“Yes. It was really true.”
Hearing those words, I felt my heart drop. I stared at Danmokchang, biting my lip.
Danmokbi is Danmokbi, and you are you. Don’t get hurt by comparing yourself unnecessarily. I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t.
The reality was different treatment, and people around him seemed to judge that their worth lay only in their martial skills; how could the children stay calm?
As I only fumbled with my lips, it was Danmokchang who consoled me. He spoke with a bright smile,
“Don’t make that face. I’m okay. With Father’s expectations for me gone, it’s actually more comfortable.”
“Master…….”
To be so composed and considerate of others.
I was moved to tears by Danmokchang’s broadmindedness. Danmokchang’s finger touched the corner of my eye and then fell away.
“I thought about you a lot while in Shinsan. I kept remembering when you cried.”
“Ah, that’s embarrassing.”
“What’s embarrassing?”
“That I cried!”
I fanned my face with my palm. Upon reflection, it seemed like I cried every time I met Danmokchang.
‘Sigh, why am I like this.’
My face turned bright red, and Danmokchang laughed softly, his eyes tender.
“Don’t be ashamed. You were the first person to cry for me. I was actually happy.”
I looked into Danmokchang’s eyes. The boy who had grown so tall that I had to look up until my neck hurt, leaned on his waist and said,
“I want to eat the meal you made!”
It seemed that the two meetings he had before going to Shinsan had left a deep impression on him.
[This is the time separator]Danmoksu watched his son wipe his forehead with a towel after the sword duel, nodding his head with a pleased expression.
“Your accomplishments are tremendous. Truly, my son.”
Danmokbi buried his face in the towel. He was hiding his cold expression. The feelings that swirled inside him but couldn’t be vocalized were rather biting.
‘Nonsense.’
My son, what? It wasn’t even amusing how he now went on about being a son because he seemed useful, when he hadn’t even thought of him as a son before.
Either way, Danmokbi had not yet revealed his claws, and Danmoksu believed, without a doubt, that his second son followed him faithfully.
Danmoksu affectionately patted his son’s shoulder and said,
“You can make the name of Danmoksegae widely known. I have great expectations of you.”
He subtly hinted that he expected Danmokbi to win the upcoming Bimudaehoe in the north. Danmokbi snorted again.
‘He’s excited on his own, even though I’m not even considering it.’
From the moment Danmokbi met Yi Yeon and realized his miserable situation, he was waiting for the opportunity to take revenge on Danmoksu.
The plan ranged from simply running away to actually assassinating Danmoksu.
‘There’s no need to make my face known to the martial arts world.’
Whether he left the Danmoksegae behind or not, there was no fool who would knowingly make his face known to the entire martial arts world.
His skill had already surpassed that of Danmok Master. Though all he needed to do was create an opportunity and exact revenge, there was a single reason for his hesitation.
‘Revenge will only make Yeona suffer.’
Unless he was to exact revenge and then kill himself, he had to take Yeona with him when he left. The water had finally dried on her little hands, and he could not again force her to undergo harsh experiences while fleeing.
‘Even if we run, we need to live comfortably and generously. Until I arrange that, I cannot leave the Danmok sect.’
So, Danmok Spear was obediently following Danmok Master’s words. As if completely leashed, quietly, so as not to alarm anyone.
But, of course, fatigue was inevitable.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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