The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

246th Chapter: Father and Daughter

“That’s right, Yeomwang. You little brat, I’m talking to you.”

Juga-yul said, her lifeless eyes fixed on Yeomwang Jeoksawol.

Jeoksawol’s mind was in chaos.

She anticipated the Crown Princess’s scolding. However, the content of the scolding was to criticize her for being younger.

Isn’t the Crown Princess herself not of a young age?

That was a contradiction.

“It’s contradictory for me to criticize you for being young. You would think so, right?”

As if piercing through her heart, Juga-yul spoke.

Juga-yul laughed.

A chilling light flashed in her dead eyes.

“But it’s not a contradiction. I’ve… actually lived more years than you, Yeomwang.”

“……”

Jeoksawol was left speechless in the face of the true madness of the Crown Princess.

She wanted to deny it.

But Jeoksawol’s instincts rang alarm bells. The fact that she had lived more years. The way Juga-yul’s dead gaze held wisdom felt all too real.

Her eyes were not those of an innocent young successor. They belonged to a ruler who had gone through countless years, a completed monarch’s eyes.

Confidently overwhelming everyone, the Crown Princess Juga-yul said, “I have returned from a future over seventy years from now to the past. In the future, I was the Ten Thousand Victories Emperor of this nation. And the nobleman who placed me on the throne was this nobleman, Dongchang’s Jangintae-gam. At that time, I called this nobleman Noya.”

Absurd words poured from the Crown Princess’s mouth.

The girls could not believe that she had returned from the future, especially when she claimed to be the emperor of that future.

Yet, Juga-yul’s calm and steady gaze remained.

“If you find it hard to believe, you don’t have to. Whether you believe it or not, it is a fact. Therefore, I’ve been tied to this nobleman, no, this Noya for the longest time. Fifty years. Yes, for just over fifty years, I have always been with this Noya. Unlike you.”

Juga-yul’s lightless eyes scanned everyone.

Indeed.

It’s different.

She had been with Noya for over fifty years.

For more than eighty years, she had nurtured feelings for him in her heart.

Yet, how dare…

“Now, from a future that no longer exists, Noya was a eunuch. He yearned for a lifetime of Cloud and Rain Pleasure and dreamed of the Three Storey Tea House’s Wine Pond and Meat Forest but was unable to fulfill those dreams due to being a eunuch. He lived his entire life for me, yet he could never find happiness. Thus, having returned from the future to the past, I decided to live for Noya this time. I would deal with the slave trader who tried to sell him as a eunuch, guide him to become a martial artist, and fulfill his dream of the Three Storey Tea House’s Wine Pond and Meat Forest on his behalf.”

Juga-yul’s hand trembled. A surge of excitement filled her body.

Her red robe sparkled under the sunlight.

“That’s why I called all of you here, facing you. I am the planner and executor of Noya’s dream, the Three Storey Tea House’s Wine Pond and Meat Forest. As an official concubine, I called you to see if you are suitable women for Noya’s Three Storey Tea House. Because…”

Juga-yul’s gaze sank heavily.

“I am Noya’s daughter, sister, disciple, and beloved. The feelings I hold for Noya are not simple love. It’s not something you can define with such a lowly word… It’s not a simple feeling. Noya is everything to me. You and I have different mindsets.”

Juga-yul’s eyes swept over everyone.

“And if Noya had not dreamed of the Three Storey Tea House’s Wine Pond and Meat Forest, I would have monopolized him. But because he dreamed of it, I am granting you all an opportunity. Compassionately, of course.”

Juga-yul blushed slightly as she spoke.

She was genuinely extending compassion.

If Noya hadn’t dreamt of the Three Storey Tea House, Juga-yul wouldn’t have gathered the girls here to give them a chance.

Everything Juga-yul said was unbelievable.

In that moment of confusion for everyone, Geumhu’s eyes trembled.

‘Is it true that Sangong was originally a eunuch?’

The Crown Princess stated.

In that now non-existent future where she lived, Sangong was indeed a eunuch. Not just any eunuch, but the Dongchang Jangintae-gam, the nobleman who helped the Crown Princess ascend.

It was absurd. To defy the flow of time was an unbelievable statement. Yet, Geumhu’s mind held that memory.

Geumhu Bidong.

When she fainted there, the image of Sangong facing a huge black lightning was still vivid in her mind.

And when she confronted Hyulma, and he used his Mind’s Martial Arts.

Geumhu recognized the identity of that black lightning.

At that time, the black lightning in Geumhu Bidong was Hyulma’s Mind’s Martial Arts, Black Thunder Infinite.

Sangong had clashed against a master of the Boundary of Life and Death to protect her.

But Sangong at that time was not the same as he was now. He appeared to be a young man a bit older than a boy, dressed in the robes of a eunuch. The martial arts he used were not those of Gongdong’s Martial Arts but Dongchang’s Supreme Technique.

At first, she thought it was just something she hallucinated while unconscious.

Yet after the Black Thunder Infinite was truly unleashed from Hyulma’s hands, doubts about that situation began to arise.

Sangong was a disciple of the Gongdong Sect. But why had he used Dongchang’s Supreme Technique in the form of a eunuch?

In Sangong’s life, the only connection to the palace was during the Yongbong Society. Besides, she herself confirmed Sangong’s title. A eunuch? That was impossible.

But if that wasn’t the reality, there was no way to explain Hyulma’s Mind’s Martial Arts.

Geumhu had silently grappled with that contradiction. But today, that contradiction was resolved.

In that now non-existent future, Sangong was indeed a eunuch. Not just any eunuch but the leader of Dongchang. Then, the scene at Geumhu Bidong could also be explained.

All contradictions were resolved. The Crown Princess’s words were truth. Then, Sangong too.

Geumhu’s eyes trembled as possible thoughts crossed her mind.

“Crown Princess, excuse me, but I cannot accept those words…”

“Yeomwang, Senior. Her Highness’s words must be true.”

Thus, Geumhu intervened against Jeoksawol.

[What does that mean?]

In response to Jeoksawol’s question, Geumhu was slightly flustered but answered.

It was as if she had stumbled upon a secret of Sangong. No matter how much Jeoksawol was, she could not carelessly speak of Sangong’s secret.

That was the duty of a virtuous wife.

[…I cannot explain it, but it seems Her Highness is not speaking falsely. There are too many contradictions that resolve only if Her Highness’s words are true.]

Jeoksawol fell silent at Geumhu’s reply.

Her words held truth.

A mere teenage girl would not easily ascend to the palace, especially as a girl.

But if she actually were the Ten Thousand Victories Emperor in the future, and she came back to the past with that experience.

Then the Crown Princess’s actions, and the current inexplicable prestige and aura could also be explained.

“Yeomwang, I don’t know what you’re imagining, but I only speak the truth. Thanks to my mercy, you all…”

Juga-yul continued. The girls had no choice but to remain silent at her words.

It had been over fifty years.

The Crown Princess was confessing that she loved Lee Cheol-soo, having gone against the flow of time. The weight of those years could not be ignored.

The fact that Lee Cheol-soo dreamed of the Three Storey Tea House’s Wine Pond and Meat Forest was simply a side note compared to the shock of the Crown Princess’s confession.

Juga-yul laughed.

That’s it. The initiative of the situation had completely returned to her. Just as she was sure she had seized the upper hand…

“That sounds funny, Your Highness.”

The silence was shattered. All eyes turned toward the girl who broke it.

A gray-haired girl with striking red eyes stood there, a smile on her face.

Sosumahu Baek Rijiak.

As Juga-yul heard Baek Rijiak’s words, her eyebrows twitched.

“What do you find funny?”

“Although Your Highness says you’ve spent a long time with Father, that’s a future that no longer exists. Father probably has little to no memory of you.”

With Baek Rijiak’s comment, Juga-yul fell silent.

That’s not true.

Noya remembered all of her memories with him. She wanted to say that, but Juga-yul held back.

It was an unspoken rule not to careless speak of Noya’s secrets.

The position of the official concubine needed to be secured solely through her own efforts. Therefore, it was absolutely not acceptable.

“So?”

“Moreover, to say you are his daughter… is ridiculous. The only one who can call him Father is me.”

Baek Rijiak smiled.

Even though Sinseung had arrived and her condition had significantly improved through the Upper Clear Secret, she could still not stop referring to Lee Cheol-soo as her father.

No, Baek Rijiak now realized something.

Her childhood persona wasn’t born from the Gold Restriction; it was instead her other aspect, a desire that lay dormant within her subconscious.

She had grown up as an orphan in the demon realm, and the place she had grown up in, Hyunwol Magong, was a place without complete trust, a realm like that of demons. She reached the position of the Heavenly Demon after a fierce competition, but that place was filled only with loneliness.

A life where she could trust no one. Ultimately met with death due to betrayal from subordinates.

She had thought that such connections as family weren’t needed. However, that wasn’t true. Deep within her heart was a lack of something—a lack of family, beloved, and friends that she had never had.

A yearning for trust.

Upon awakening in a body tempered by the Heavenly Demon Zombie, Sosumahu had always denied “Jiyagi.” But no longer. She knew, deep down, that she genuinely wanted a mother and father.

Ultimately, Jiyagi was part of Sosumahu. Thus, she harbored such desires. To accept those yearnings honestly was the core doctrine of demonic ways.

So…

“I am the only daughter of Father, Crown Princess.”

At Baek Rijiak’s words, Juga-yul’s cheeks trembled. Her hands began to shake. Juga-yul knew that Sosumahu, despite her age, had claimed to be the daughter.

Yet, she never expected such audacity to call herself his daughter before her.

“Sosumahu, I’ve heard you’ve surpassed the age limit. At your age, do you not feel ashamed to call yourself the daughter of a boy? You must have become senile. You are not the only one—Yeomwang, Geumhu, Goeui, it applies to all of you. The older we get, the thicker our skins seem to become.”

Juga-yul spoke while scanning everyone.

Indeed. It was utterly shameless.

To dare maintain such audacity while being an old hag.

Just as Juga-yul was thinking that…

“Your Highness Juga-yul, please stop troubling Ji-yagi.”

A strange voice whispered in her ear. Juga-yul turned her gaze toward the source of the voice.

There stood a black-haired girl with a smile, Heuksaryong Wi Soryeon, holding Baek Rijiak’s hand.

Seeing her, Juga-yul frowned.

“What are you?”

“I am Heuksaryong Wi Soryeon, the master of Heukryongbang… and Ji-yagi’s mother.”

Upon hearing Wi Soryeon’s words, Juga-yul clicked her tongue.

What.

A young girl who has yet to reach adulthood claims to be a mother?

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