Little did anyone know that beneath Jo Yuseolâs delicate and graceful appearance, there hid such immense ambition. The ambition she currently displayed was so intense that it couldnât be dismissed as the whims of an ignorant woman regarding worldly affairs.
Most men dared not meet her gaze, as her eyes burned with an intensity that was almost unbearable. But, Pyo-wol silently met her gaze.
Their gazes heatedly intertwined in the air for a while.
At that moment, Zhao Yuseolâs blood ran cold.
It was because Pyo-wolâs gaze, as he looked at her, held no trace of emotion.
He did not possess the look of a man who had been seduced.
As if that werenât bad enough, his following words were exactly what she expected.
âI donât want to live as someone elseâs man.â
âThink about it one more time.â
âNo, Iâve already thought about it enough.â
âYouâre heartless.â
âItâs not like thereâs love between us.â
âWell, fine, then just kill Yiguang.â
Zhao Yuseolâs expression changed drastically when Pyo-wol didnât give in.
The passionate gaze and wounded expression she had shown a moment ago vanished, replaced by a cold and composed face.
This current expression was her true self.
It was a waste of time to maintain a pretense when seduction didnât work on an unyielding opponent. Thatâs why she quickly changed her demeanor.
âDo you really want me to kill Zhao Yiguang?â
âOnce you do, then the Zhao family will be mine.â
âLet me think about it.â
âWhat is there to think about? With your abilities, it shouldnât be a difficult task.â
âYouâre not the only one who wants him dead.â
âWishing for his death and having the ability to actually kill him are two different things. If merely desiring his death could kill him, why would I even ask you for your help? I may not know who wants Yiguang dead, but itâs impossible for them to kill him, not unless theyâre in the same level as you.â
âYou underestimate a personâs tenacity.â
âHoho! Arenât you the one overestimating a personâs determination? Itâs merely a mindset that has turned toxic. Determination without action is useless. Just be honest and say if you donât want to or if youâre afraid.â
Zhao Yuseol thought that Pyo-wol was making excuses because he didnât want to fulfill her request.
Her eyes also turned cold as she looked at him.
Unperturbed by her gaze, Pyo-wol continued,
âJust wait a few more days.â
âThen what happens after that? If thereâs still no movement, what will you do?â
âI will decide then.â
âReally? Thatâs how youâre going to do it? How can a man be so irresponsible? Am I just a one-night stand to you?â
âDo you think that just because we spent one night together, you can take advantage of me and use me as you please?â
âThatâsââ
âWhether Zhao Yiguang lives or dies, I will be the one to decide. And it would be best for you to stop thinking that you can intervene and manipulate my judgment, because if you continue to do so, Zhao Yiguang may end up outliving you.â
Zhao Yuseol bit her lip.
Pyo-wolâs words didnât sound like a simple threat.
He was a man who bore the title of Reaper.
It might sound ridiculous for a man to have such a grandiose title, but when it was bestowed upon someone with such abilities, the weight they carried was different.
Pyo-wol possessed the abilities befitting the title of the God of Death.
A man who had reached the level of a god when it came to killing people.
There was no one whom he didnât manage to kill before, which is why Zhao Yuseol had tried to use him to her advantage by ensnaring him under her control.
If he was on her side, there would be no one more reliable. But if he became her enemy, he would be the most fearsome presence in the world.
Zhao Yuseol regretted revealing her true intentions too soon.
She had made Pyo-wol wary by exposing her ambition too early.
âI made a mistake. I should have waited a little longer to draw him in.â
But regrets, no matter how fast, were always too late.
âIâm sorry. I made a mistake. My narrow-mindedness has gone too far.â
She quickly apologized.
When it comes to apologizing, one should do it wholeheartedly.
It would be foolish to think of oneâs pride and be stubborn.
Although she made a mistake because of her impatience, it would bid her well to try to fix it as soon as she realized her mistake.
âPlease understand with an open mind.â
Zhao Yuseol bowed to Pyo-wol.
As Pyo-wol gazed at her, his eyes sank into the depths.
âA Jianghu EmpressâŠâ
There was a strong scent of danger coming from the woman who dreamed of ruling.
* * *
Zhao Yiguang left the Bluefield Estate and headed towards the downtown area of Lake Tai.
âNothing seems to be going my way.â
Everything went awry when Zhao Jakyung entered the Bluefield Estate yesterday.
Because he was cautious of Zhao Jakyung, Zhao Yiguang couldnât focus on the things he needed to do.
One of them was finding Zhao Yuseol.
In the end, he never figured out where Zhao Yuseol was hiding.
She was like a thorn stuck in his fingertips.
While thorns arenât that painful enough to kill him, they still caused enough discomfort to bother him.
Although she had always acted cautiously in front of their father, Zhao Sumok, Zhao Yiguang instinctively sensed that she had something up her sleeve, which is why he had assigned guards to watch her, but she slipped past them and disappeared without a trace.
Just the thought of what kind of scheme she might be plotting while she was gone annoyed him. It wouldnât change anything, but just the fact that something was happening in a place he didnât know made him uneasy.
Zhao Yiguang thought that he should increase the surveillance by more than double as soon as Zhao Yuseol returned.
Lost in thought, he walked on, and before he knew it, he found himself in the downtown area of Lake Tai.
The place he was heading to was the busiest square in Lake Tai.
During the day, the square was empty, but at night, merchants opened their stalls, forming a night market.
There was a large well in the center of the square, and all the merchants who opened the night market drew water from this well to prepare food. Because of that, they paid great attention to the management of the well.
He decided to meet Bok Hojin here.
Zhao Yiguang would have originally slept in the Bluefield Estate, but he chose to sleep outside because Zhao Jakyungâs presence felt burdensome.
The fact that he had to be cautious even in his own residence, Bluefield Estate, annoyed Zhao Yiguang even more.
âLooks like heâs not here yet.â
âIsnât Master Bokâs personality a bit laid-back in the first place? Iâm sure he will come out if we wait a little longer.â
At the words of his subordinate who was by his side, Zhao Yiguang nodded in agreement.
Zhao Yiguang rarely had his subordinates travel with him.
This was because he was confident that no one would be capable enough of harming him. However, due to the recent situations, he brought his subordinates with him.
There were dozens of skilled warriors around him.
And all of them were elite members of the Nanjing clan.
They were all fiercely scanning the area where Zhao Yiguang was.
Those who saw them would either turn away or kept their distance. After all, they didnât want to be caught up and receive unnecessary trouble.
They knew that getting tangled up with martial artists rarely ended well.
It was better to avoid the danger altogether.
As a result, Zhao Yiguang and his men could sit back and wait for Bok Hojin comfortably.
As time passed, the sunlight shining on the square grew hotter.
A hint of annoyance began to appear on Zhao Yiguangâs face.
No matter how skilled he was in martial arts, being out in the sun for such a long period of time made him uncomfortable.
Nowhere in the square was there a place to get out of the sun.
That was why the street vendors didnât open during the day and only operated the night market after sunset.
Zhao Yiguang inwardly cursed Bok Hojin for choosing such a place to meet.
It was then.
Clank!
He heard the sound of something rolling towards them.
Zhao Yiguang and his men naturally turned their attention to where the sound was coming from.
Where their gazes were directed, a young boy was struggling to pull a cart.
Whatever it was carrying, the cartâs wheel seemed to scream with each roll on the stone pavement as if it were going to break at any moment. It was a clear sign that the cart had heavy objects loaded onto it.
Such a sight was not unfamiliar or uncommon in this place.
People living nearby often came here to fetch water, and among them were many children of the boyâs age.
Not many had the luxury of receiving abundant care from their parents at such a young age. As soon as children started to walk, and were old enough to think for themselves, the children would all help their parents with their work and prepare for independence.
That was the reality of the current Jiangsu Province.
The boy seemed to be one of those children.
A common existence that could be seen anywhere.
Normally, such a person would not attract their attention. However, Zhao Yiguang and his subordinates couldnât easily divert their gaze from the boy.
There was something about the boy that drew peopleâs attention, which was why they began to pay attention to his every move.
The boy took something out of the cart.
At first, it seemed like he was taking out a container to hold water. But upon closer inspection, it was not a container.
âA stone?â
The black, blunt object was undoubtedly a large stone.
Plop
The boy threw the stone into the well.
Zhao Yiguang raised an eyebrow.
âWhat is he doing?â
It was a well that everyone used.
It was extremely disrespectful to throw a stone like that into such a well.
Zhao Yiguang was not a righteous man.
He did not have a broad enough mind or a big heart to involve himself in matters unrelated to him. However, he was sensitive enough to be alert to matters related to him.
The water from the well where the boy had thrown the stone would end up in the food of any food stall or inn, and that food would enter his own stomach.
So, he couldnât simply overlook the boyâs actions as mere mischief.
Even after throwing the stone into the well, the boy did not leave. He just continued to gaze at the well.
His posture seemed as if he was waiting for something to happen.
Zhao Yiguang ordered his men.
âBring that brat here.â
âYes!â
Without hesitation or questioning his command, two of his men immediately sprang into action.
The two men who approached the boy by the well were among his youngest warriors.
Zhao Yiguang and the others believed that they would soon bring the boy to them without any difficulties.
But, thatâs when something unexpected happened.
The men who had approached the boy suddenly collapsed as if they had been shot.
They lay on the ground, motionless.
âWhat happened?â
âWhy did they collapse?â
Zhao Yiguang and the rest of his menâs eyes widened.
They strained their eyes to see, but it was difficult to assess the situation near the well from where they were.
They caught sight of the boy, who seemed startled, then tried to run away in a panic.
âDonât let that boy get away!â
Zhao Yiguang urgently ordered.
His subordinates rushed toward the boy, with him following behind.
The boy ultimately failed to escape from the well area. It didnât take long for the boy to be surrounded by Zhao Yiguangâs men.
The boy aimlessly shuffled his feet, unsure of what to do.
He was clearly terrified.
âWho are you? What have you done to them?â
At that moment, Zhao Yiguang pushed his way through his men.
He examined the condition of the fallen warriors on the ground.
They were already dead.
Their faces were pale, and there was no trace of warmth that a living being should have.
âTheyâre dead!â
Zhao Yiguangâs eyes turned ferocious.
There were no visible wounds on the bodies of his subordinates. But there was no way they could have suddenly lost their lives for no reason.
All of them were highly skilled experts who had trained in martial arts for many years.
They were naturally much healthier and physically stronger than the average person, so the chances of them suddenly dying were almost nonexistent.
It was obvious that the boy had done something.
Zhao Yiguang stood up and glared at the boy.
âYou bastard! Did you kill them?â
âMaster Zhao Yiguang, right?â
âDo you know me?â
âOf course I do. Who in this region would not know about Master Zhao Yiguang?â
âYou! Who are you?â
âDo Yeonsan.â
âDo Yeonsan?â
Zhao Yiguang furrowed his brow.
It was a name he had never heard before.
Upon seeing his reaction, the young boy, Do Yeonsan, looked at him and smiled.
âAs I expected, you donât recognize me. Then, how about if I say it like this, Iâm the older brother of the girl you murdered not long ago.â
âYouâ?â
âYou now know me, right?â
Do Yeonsan smiled brightly.
In contrast, the expression on Zhao Yiguangâs face became as stiff as a stone statue.
âYouâre the brother of that girl?â
âYes.â
âYou crazy bastardââ
âWell, youâre the one who drove me mad, heh heh!â