I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 34

Episode 34: I’m Back

After a long time, the trapped believers returned to their seats, praising each other.

What was left were Joo Ki-jin and the soldiers who had been imprisoned with him.

Through them, I was able to confirm once again that the person I had been dealing with was Yasun Taesa, the leader of the Oirat.

‘As expected, it was the ultimate flame emperor.’

I was also able to hear more clearly about what Ju Ki-jin’s situation is these days.

There was no place for him to return to, and it was clear that if he did return, he would be exiled by the new emperor, Zhu Qiyu.

“Are you sure it’s okay? No, well. Then why don’t you come to Cheonsan with me?”

He said it sheepishly, but he meant it.

It wouldn’t be easy for the emperor to stay in a traitorous cult.

Senior Zhuge Tong and I are here too, so what can’t we do as the emperor?

But he smiled brightly and shook his head.

“Didn’t I tell you? Even if everyone doesn’t want Jim, there’s one person who will be waiting. I have to see the Empress.”

Joo Ki-jin continued speaking, patting my arm.

“Even though I have lost the throne, there must be something I can do. Even if I am exiled, even if I am wearing some kind of clothes, if there is something I want to do, I can do it, right? Right?”

His bright and smiling appearance was bright and honest.

“……okay.”

I nodded my head repeatedly with a hollow smile.

“Can I see you again…?”

A look of regret appears on his face.

“If we meet again, you’ll still be a traitor, right?”

I shook my head and answered with a mischievous smile.

“Haha, after all, wasn’t I also a thorn in the Emperor’s side, the former Emperor?”

“That’s true too.”

“Next time we meet… …take off that mask.”

“Look.”

He turned around with a smirk.

Now it’s time to go back.

Just as I was about to walk away, leaving them behind.

Joo Ki-jin’s voice could be heard passing by very quietly.

“Thank you.”

I turn around with a start and he turns around as if he hadn’t said anything.

“Ji-ju-jin… … .”

“See you later.”

Joo Ki-jin leaves with his soldiers.

I laughed and soared into the sky.

Somehow I felt much lighter than before.

Let’s go back.

To Cheonsan.

And… … to Myeonggyo.

* * *

There was no one to welcome Ju Gi-jin as he entered the city.

The people did not even kneel down to make a path; they just rode in a palanquin pulled by two horses and entered alone.

There was no one to praise the safe return of the Grand Emperor, who had been abandoned by his younger brother, Emperor Gyeongtae.

Slowly, slowly.

Upon entering the Forbidden City, Zhou Zhijin was unable to enter the Taehwajeon Hall through the southern gate, Tiananmen Gate, and had to leave through the eastern gate, Donghwamun Gate, alone.

Now, the place where he was staying was not the splendid Geoncheonggung Palace, but a shabby and old house.

As I got out of the palanquin and looked around, I felt the hot sunlight and the murderous surveillance of my classmates who were standing silently all around.

Perhaps this was just the beginning. It was clear that King Gyeongtae would pressure him and accuse him of treason.

So this was another brainwashing.

But still, Joo Ki-jin smiled brightly and sincerely.

Then, with trembling steps, I tried to make sure my steps were firm and went inside.

Squeak.

The front door opened, and a shabby-looking woman appeared, sewing, something she had never done before.

What if it weren’t silk?

That this woman’s beauty cannot be hidden.

What if it weren’t Geoncheonggung Palace?

If I’m with this woman, it’s heaven.

“… … I’m back.”

My heart aches. My lower abdomen aches and my eyes feel heavy.

“iced coffee…….”

The Empress was speechless. How much she had missed him. How many times had she repeated this face over and over again, fearing that she would not remember it.

Slurp. She sank to the ground helplessly.

Joo Ki-jin stopped walking in surprise. In case it was a dream. In case she disappeared if he took a step forward.

I couldn’t bring myself to approach him so I asked.

“How have you been…?”

“Sigh… … Huuugh… … .”

Before she knew it, tears began to fall from the Empress Dowager’s eyes without stopping.

Then he ran towards me barefoot. One step, two steps, three steps.

When Joo Ki-jin’s vision became blurry and he finally burst into tears that he had been holding back.

Wow!

Her scent, which could not be erased even in my dreams, brushed the tip of my nose, and she touched my arms.

“I missed you… … so much that I couldn’t forget you for even a moment.”

Joo Ki-jin cried like a child and repeated what he had wanted to say so much.

I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you so badly. I wanted to see you even if I had to die.

The sadness was felt to the bone. The shoulders of the emperor, who had always had to be upright and dignified, trembled sadly.

“… … I had a dream. Yesterday, and today. I longed for this moment when Your Majesty would return, and I hoped and hoped that I would not wake up.”

Zhou Qijin, the sixth emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Although he had to step down as the Emperor and live a miserable life in Namgung Palace, he was happier than anyone else at this moment.

“It doesn’t matter if you call me an incompetent husband. It doesn’t matter if you call me a miserable emperor. However, I will cherish you and love you even in the afterlife. That’s why I came here now.”

“your majesty…….”

Joo Ki-jin carefully kissed the woman standing in front of him.

It was the moment when the days I had earnestly wished for in the past finally came true.

* * *

Myunggyo Blood Palace.

A huge palace built from the dark basalt of the cooled crater of Mt. Hwabong. It is so magnificent that you would think it was created by nature.

Nearby, there are guards, armed with bows and swords, dressed in black uniforms, leaving no room for any gaps.

As you enter, you will see huge dragons and tigers carved on the left and right of the entrance, and the quarters where the warriors stay will come into view.

Past this, on the long stone path that resembles the body of a snake, archers draw their bows from the upper floors, hiding in the shadows.

When you reach the end and stop at the huge Daeyo Gate, the murderous atmosphere completely faces you.

If you lie, an arrow will hit you in the back.

Even if you barely make it through the gate, it’s not the end.

The Iron Hawk Cavalry, the personal guard, is stationed in front of the Gwangyo Hall where the princess resides, so anyone passing by here will have to walk on all fours because their legs will tremble.

The Blood Palace was such a place.

A place without peers that can only rival Gwangmyeong Palace in terms of beauty.

“Every time I come here, it feels unfamiliar. Haha.”

Squeak. Boom!

The door to the Gwangyojeon closed, and the soft tones of those entering rang out.

The exterior is invisible as it is covered in black fur clothing from head to toe.

“Work.”

The one sitting on the throne asked, looking through the book without even raising his head.

He has an impressive appearance with his old-fashioned lips, sharp eyes, and thick beard. He wears a black robe with gold leaf on the collar.

The highest ranking member of the Ming Dynasty is the Blood Princess Ya Yulcheon.

“As you said, the Heavenly Emperor of Myunggyo is preparing well.”

“I heard that the young leader came out after closing the temple… … .”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s something that can be handled well, as always.”

“… … .”

Yal-Cheon didn’t even raise his head, thinking it was an obvious story. He was someone who thought everything was in the palm of his hand.

That was how confident he was.

“More than that… … The night elf did something. He declared himself the Khan of the Northern Yuan.”

This time, Yul-Cheon didn’t show any particular reaction. He just slowly turned the page and answered absentmindedly.

“It’s about time.”

“How foolish. It doesn’t seem like something that can be easily seen. You’ve handed over the Heavenly Dragon Badge.”

Kuuung!

I just lightly rolled my feet, but there was a vibration in the light room.

For the first time, Yul-Cheon reacted. The man wearing the windbreaker carefully bent down and answered.

“They say that in the world, he is called the Black Star. He suddenly appeared in Oirat, saved the orthodox emperor, and defeated the barbarians.”

The wrinkles under Yal Yu-cheon’s eyes twitched. However, his main interest was not in new talents.

“Handing over the Heavenly Dragon Seal means you’re drawing a line between us. Was that your answer?”

Kuoooooo.

A tremendous momentum fills the empty space, and all sorts of objects that are set up for civil war rise up.

It was truly an incredible sight.

Since the leader, Ma Tae-pyeong, is away, Yelulcheon is the undisputed number one in the hierarchy.

He had already surpassed the flower garden and was looking straight ahead at the real scenery.

Oh my god!

The floating ceramics exploded all at once. The Gwangyojeon Hall was instantly transformed into a battlefield.

Yal Yucheon spoke again.

“Convene a secret meeting.”

“If you wish.”

A man wearing a windbreaker covered his chest with one hand, greeted me politely, and disappeared like a shadow in the night sky.

“Did you think you could escape from the night market?

The turbid tone of the Yalulcheon leaves a deep aftertaste in the Gwangyojeon.

* * *

Myunggyo Somyeonggung.

Creak.

The door opened and a long garden extending between the annex buildings came into view.

As soon as I took a step, I felt at ease, as if I had stepped foot on my hometown.

It was definitely different than when I first came here uninvited.

‘I came back of my own free will.’

Complex emotions seeped through me.

As we pass through the empty outbuildings and reach the inside, Hyeol-ra greets us, sweat dripping down his face as if he had finished training.

Although he doesn’t show any particular expression, his eyebrows go up.

“Are you here?”

“How have you been?”

As we exchanged greetings, a man and a woman came out of another annex and a loud noise was heard.

“Oh no, why are you waking me up!”

“You said you were going to weed the garden today!”

“Why should I do that!”

“You’re just going to sleep without doing anything? Get out of here!”

“Wow, shit. Just do this! Oh, shit.”

“What? What!”

It is Yal-Tak who is pushed out without even wearing his shoes properly, and Eul-Ha-Ryeong who is pushed out with her hands on her waist while wearing an apron.

“What’s the fuss so early in the morning?”

“Uh… …? Your Majesty?”

“Your Majesty!”

As I greeted them with a smirk, two people came running out.

Yul-tak kept examining my body with a worried expression.

Covered in mud and with disheveled hair, he must be feeling anxious.

“Little Leader. What the hell is this? Did you get stoned by the laymen somewhere? Yes, yes. Then why are you wandering around like a child? Are you in the middle of spring? What the heck? You deserve to get hit because of what you’ve done so far?”

It must be the spring awakening period.

As expected, Yul-Tak is… … a guy who is rotten to the core. A guy who will never be rehabilitated.

“What on earth happened to you? Are you… are you okay?”

When Eulharyeong came over and asked while sobbing, I pushed Yayultak away and said.

“It’s nothing.”

“but…….”

“are you okay.”

As I started walking again, leaving Eulharyeong behind, Hyulra came up to me again and spoke.

“If you give the order… I will handle it.”

What are you dealing with? What are you dealing with?

I shook my head and waved my hand as if to tell them to go away.

There is still so much that needs to change.

But anyway, I came back.

To this famous school, Somyeonggung, where my family is.

Damn it.

I was about to go in but turned around again.

The three people look at each other with longing eyes.

Phew. He let out a sigh and smiled again, albeit slightly.

“… … I’m back.”

Everyone smiles brightly.

* * *

Monthly salary, Myeongharu.

If you were to ask where the best base was in Myonggyo, everyone would pick Myongharu as the first place.

The overwhelming majesty of the eleven-story building, reminiscent of a skyscraper.

A reputation so widespread that even those who are considered low-ranking members of the sect or higher, as well as those with high status, seek it out first.

But above all, the reason why it could not be ignored as a mere palace was because it was where the Princess of Hwanhee resided.

“Your Majesty, it is the beginning of October.”

A space painted as pure white as white jade. On the top floor of Myeongharu, the calm tones of the Biryeongdaeju Siwol flowed out.

In front, a sliding door with a bamboo landscape painting blocked the view inside, but Shiwol was more polite and courteous than ever.

Shh, shh.

Instead of the princess’s answer, a sound like the floor was being swept away came from inside, and she swallowed her sighs.

Since he had not brought her here for a day or two, he could now sense her mood just by listening to the movements of the ice white snake she was raising.

This is a brutal murder.

“October.”

Finally, the princess’s voice flowed out.

She is truly beautiful and elegant, like a daughter from a noble family.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Hana Shiwol knows very well that she is as cold as a cold snowflake and more impulsive than a rough storm.

To put it nicely, yes, but if I dare to exaggerate, there was no greater tyrant than her within the Ming school.

As I held back my spit and waited for an answer, she continued speaking.

“Would you mind telling the third room? Tell them to go for a walk to Somyeonggung Palace. I heard that the lotus flower is really pretty.”

Gulp. Siwol finally swallowed. Her hands were trembling.

At first glance, it may not seem like much, but in reality, it was a very dangerous name.

Shiwol knows better than anyone how dangerous the people staying in the guest room are.

Among them, the third guest room is filled with assassins from the palace called Hancheolsamgwi (悍鐵三鬼).

The fact that he came out of the palace with a nickname, known only by his number, without a name, means that he is very skilled.

But he told them to go for a walk to Somyeonggung Palace. This naturally meant murder. Moreover, Hojophwa… … would be targeting a woman staying in the annex there.