Chapter 351

Chapter 351

Time to rise sweet child, sunlight waits for no one.

Groaning in reply, Yan retreated to the comforting darkness beneath her firm pillow and away from the dazzling light of the morning sun. Merciless as always, Eun yanked the silk covers off of Yans body and tweaked the back of her thigh, the chilly morning air and painful pinch burning away the last of her grogginess. Sitting up with an aggrieved pout, Yan moaned in wordless complaint and stretched her weary limbs before falling back into her comfortable, feathered mattress. Shed never been one to sleep in, but that was before Yan had her first nights rest in a proper bed. Sinking into the mattresss embrace, with soft, satiny covers over top and quin pups in each arm -

Oh, right. There would be no more cuddling of quin pups, theyre with Rain now.

Hateful man. After receiving Rains invitation to a banquet in honour of his new concubine, Yan decided it was high time she officially returned Rains betrothal gift. With Zabu, Shana, and their beautiful pups nipping at her heels, Yan walked into Rains camp as if she were just another Sentinel and set to searching for his sleeping quarters. After stumbling across his command-tent-turned-private-latrine, she concluded the hut in the centre of camp with the Divine Turtle-sized ditch and rabbit hutch beside it must be his. Saying goodbye to the quins was the hardest thing shed ever done, but Yan still had her pride. Rain had three wives to keep him company and warm his bed, so what use did he have for an orphan who he once mistook for a boy?

A small part of Yan hoped Zabus overprotective fathering would interfere with Rains marital duties. Not that she wished harm on his concubine, just a few tiny scratches to scare her and sour the mood...

A spray of cold droplets shocked Yan out of her revenge-fantasies, flicked in her direction by the unrepentant Eun. Well arent you a moody one this morning, all full of groans, glowers, and glares. Wheres my sweet child and her lovely smile? I know shes hiding somewhere inside this grouchy, slovenly mess of a girl. Lets see if we cant find her with a touch of water, hmm?Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Sorry Eun, Yan muttered, sliding out of bed and dragging her feet to the vanity table. Dropping into the chair with a yawn, she added, Couldnt fall asleep until late last night.

Grief over losing those sweet quins and their adorable pups, most like. Running a cold, wet cloth gently over Yans face, Eun huffed and added, I dont see why you had to return them. A gift is a gift, not a price for your hand in marriage.

It is the way of my people, Eun. I shouldve given them back the moment we arrived, but I wanted a little more time with them. And she didnt know what to say to Rain. Sorry, I cant marry you because Grandpas allies dont like you? They were a betrothal gift, which I cannot accept in good faith if I dont intend to marry him. Pursing her lips in a wry pout, Yan added, Even if he didnt mean it as a betrothal gift, being the dense, tent-shitting, slut fu-

Language dearie, language. Most unbecoming of a Du family gentlewoman. Running a comb through Yans hair, Euns aggressive strokes gave away her surly mood. Never you mind him then. His loss it is. Be it strength, skill, beauty, or bearing, theres nothing lacking about my sweet girl, and thats the Mothers truth.

Warmed by her matronly affection, Yan smiled at Eun through the polished mirror. She wasnt sure where Grandpa found her, but Eun was a Mother-sent blessing in human form, pampering Yan to no end and teaching her the ways of womanly wiles. Hair, clothes, makeup, poise, Eun taught all this and more while refusing to let Yan do a thing for herself. It wouldnt be proper, shed fuss, scandalized at the thought of Yan moving a chair or dressing herself. Youre a Lady of the prestigious Du family now, not some scullion maid or common labourer.

There was no arguing with Eun. Shed always get her way and Yan quickly became enamoured with her pampering. Euns brusque demeanour, miraculous hands, and lecherous comments made Yan love her like family, a surrogate mother of sorts. Squeezing Euns hand, Yan held it to her cheek and sighed. Thank you Eun. For everything.

Merely speaking the truth, sweet child. Stroking Yans cheek softly, Eun lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. The hard truth is girly, youre better off without him. I seen it before, so believe me when I say Falling Rain is a man in love with death. Charging into danger twice without a care in the world. You can see it in his eyes and his smile, he lights up in the face of death and relishes the thrill. They call him the Undying, but I wager its not for a lack of trying.

Euns warning brought to mind a distant memory, of Yans first time fighting beside Rain. Theyd been sent to a hidden plateau which contained a treasure trove of herbs and a giant garden snake who took them by surprise. Back then, shed hated him and made no effort to hide it, yet when the beast lunged towards them, Rain risked his life to shove her out of harms way. He could have slipped aside and left Yan to be caught by the serpents maw, but he didnt and it cost him dearly. She remembered the overwhelming panic settling in, her mind screaming and legs trembling as the creature reared up with Rain in its maw. Then came the anger and shame, knowing her inaction might have cost Rain his life, followed by disgraceful impotence throughout the rest of the battle. So useless, she could have done nothing and the outcome still would have been the same. Rain freed himself from the creatures fanged clutches and charged back into the fray, a furious, vengeful god of battle as he carved the creature apart in a shower of blood and viscera.

And after all that pain and suffering, not only did he share the profits with everyone, he even gifted Yan a Spiritual Weapon crafted from the snakes tail-blade. An idiot, but a sweet one, so forthright and benevolent, his actions left her speechless. He never brought up saving her life, nor would it be the last time he did so. She still remembered the feeling of his arm wrapped around her waist as they rode away from their attack on the Society camp, blood spilling from her belly after a disastrous exchange. So warm and comfortable, shed rested her head on his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek, wishing she werent so tired so she could tease him more...

Ah, my poor girl, that boy has his fangs sunk in deep. Eun tsked and tutted while shaking her head, though she ruined it with a sly smirk. A first love is hard to forget, especially if youve given him any other firsts. You devilish girl you, weve known each so long and you never shared this juicy story? Come, come, tell Eun all about it. Was he rough and savage, or sweet and gentle? Did he take you in a meadow beneath the nights sky, or was it in a tiny tent in the middle of camp, with your comrades-in-arms within earshot? Fanning herself with both hands, Euns eyes went wide with eager anticipation, utterly unbecoming of her usual mature and respectable appearance.

Cheeks burning beneath the older womans heated stare, Yan shook her head. We never... you know. We shared a tent, but it was during wartime when we were always dirty and exhausted. Not entirely true, but close enough. She couldnt blame him for not embracing her when he only had one broken arm to work with.

Tch. If a little dirt, sweat, and blood is enough to scare him off, then youre truly better off without him. My beautiful girl goes so far as to slip into his tent and still he does nothing? If I were him, Id curl up and die of shame. Spineless cur. Cowardly eunuch. Feeble, limp-... Muttering a string of decidedly unladylike curses directed towards Rain, Eun didnt stop even after Yan was fully dressed and out the door, only falling silent once they reached the dining room and Yan left her behind. As usual, Grandpa was nowhere to be found, hiding somewhere so she would arrive first and not feel guilty for making him wait. Shed tried waking earlier but Grandpa would remain hidden until exactly eight in the morning, pretending he didnt wake at the brink of dawn so she could sleep in a little longer every day.

Grandpa wanted to let bygones be bygones, but Yan would never forget those whod wronged him, especially Cho Jin Kais family. Although Yan didnt like the man, Grandpa saw Kai as a son and Jin-Tok as a grandson. After Kais passing, the family asked Grandpa to take Jin-Tok as his Disciple, but Grandpa refused. Du Min Yan is my Terminal Disciple, he told them. Ive few years left and no time or energy to teach another. He offered to find Jin-Tok another Mentor but Kais family would not hear it and soon publicly severed all ties with Grandpa. Worse, they even lied and claimed Grandpa tried to extort them for coin in exchange for Mentoring Jin-Tok, lamenting at how Grandpa cared nothing for his first Disciples family.

So enraged by their slanderous lies, Yan wanted to challenge Jin-Tok to a duel to the death, but Grandpa wouldnt let her, telling her to leave it be. Let the people talk, he said, waving her concerns away. Strength is all that matters.

Which if true, made all of Grandpas woes Yans fault. If shed been strong enough to defeat Ryo Geom-Chi or Tam Taewoong when she first arrived, no one would have dared questioned Grandpas mental health or judgment, but shed been far from capable. A year ago, she couldnt even beat Mitsue Hideo and both Geom-Chi and Taewoong ran circles around him. Hell, even now she wasnt sure if she could beat Hideo, and certainly not as readily as Rains handsome subordinate Dastan had. When her time to shine arrived, she faltered and lost to the stony Wu Gam, failing to prove to the Empire that Du Min Gyu was still sound of mind and had picked his Terminal Disciple well.

Stupid Wu Gam and his ridiculous, overpowering strength and handsome, stoic face. Hmph. For ending her dreams of a Hwarang Harem, he deserved what Rain did to him, the big, lumbering oaf. As for Rain, he was probably still asleep in his concubines arms, with that stupid, goofy smile pasted across his face. She was probably exhausted from all their passionate lovemaking and dreaming about his beautiful amber eyes and charming laugh.

...

Why were the pretty ones always so stupid?

Even if she were relegated to fourth wife, Yan wasnt entirely opposed to marrying Rain. He was still her first love and probably still the same, carelessly-arrogant blockhead beloved by the Mother. Problem was, Grandpa didnt approve of Rain. He never said as much, but Yan saw the face he made every time Rains name was brought up. Grandpa didnt think him worthy of his only granddaughter even after the Legate crowned Rain the number one talent in the Empire, saying shed soon surpass that manner-less fool by leaps and bounds after she formed her Natal Palace.

Grandpas dislike of Rain made it difficult to bring up the matter of marriage, so Yan long since resigned herself to comply with whatever arrangements Grandpa had in mind. If her betrothal could help recoup even a fraction of what hed lost, shed gladly marry the fattest, ugliest, sweatiest young noble in the world.

So long as she didnt marry Jin-Tok. Thats where she drew the line.

Morning to you, Lady Yan. Striding across the street with parasol in hand, Ryo Dain sauntered out of the Ryo family manor with a dazzling smile. Is Teacher Du in? Dain wishes to offer congratulations for his foresight. Father was truly blind to criticize his judgment and hopes Teacher Du will not take it to heart.

Yan had no idea what Dain was talking about, but she assumed it was more political nonsense. Still, she treated Dain with courtesy, for without the Ryo familys backing, Yan might not have even earned a place in the Hwarang, her challenges ignored and left unanswered. Unfortunately, that was where their support ended, as relations were strained between them after Grandpa refused to teach Ryo Seoyoon, yet another reason for Yan to feel guilty. Im sorry, but Grandpa just left. I dont know when hell be back, but it should be before the festivities begin. Youre welcome to come in and wait. Our balcony doesnt offer the best view of the harbour, but its rather enjoyable sitting up on the roof.

Why sit on the roof when our humble balcony has a clear view of the bay? Father tasked Dain with inviting Teacher Du and Lady Yan to visit as honoured guests, so why dont we head over first and Teacher Du can join us when he returns. Taking Yans hand, she pouted in a charming and ladylike manner and leaned in to whisper, You know, Chi-Chi cant stop talking about your bout with Wu Gam and how you were robbed of victory. I think hes smitten. Without waiting for an answer, Dain dragged Yan away despite her best efforts to fight free. She didnt intend to refuse, she just wanted to show she could fight free, but no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to free herself from Dains vice-like grip.

After passing through the Ryo manor gates, Yan finally stopped struggling and gave in. Smiling as she pulled Yan closer, Dain linked their arms and said, So tell me about the Undying Falling Rain. You knew him, yes? Grew up together?

Ah. No wonder the Ryo family extended them an invitation today, but not yesterday. They wanted to know more about the new number one talent of the Empire. Knew him but didnt grow up with him. We havent spoken since I left though. Unable to resist, Yan casually asked, I was too injured to attend, but how was the banquet?

Oh you havent heard? Placing her hand over her heart, Dain sighed in admiration. He was magnificent. The rumours dont do him justice. After what he did last night, I almost walked right up and demanded to join him on his marital bed. Ive never met another man like him, so bold and daring, talented and intelligent...

As Dain regaled her with the details of last nights events, Yans smile grew wider and wider. Cutting himself open on stage sounded just like the Rain she knew and loved, a daft but lovable idiot lacking in all common sense.

And with his new status as Imperial Consort, perhaps Rain could finally earn Grandpas approval

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