Chaotic Nights — Chapter 211. Marriage

Translator: Atlas

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“Are you certain you’re feeling better?”

“Absolutely.”

At the captain’s command, they hauled the fish out of the boat. The waiting women then sat down to clean the fish.

Yongi also sat down.

“You gave me the porridge?”

Dolsoe replied,

“When I visited your house, I saw a man searching through your kitchen. He didn’t look like a thief. He told me you had a fever. Your face was so pale I thought you needed to eat.”

Yongi lowered her head to calm her heartbeat. She grabbed a handful of salt.

“I owe you a great deal.”

“Who is he? Is your lover rich?”

She pretended she hadn’t heard because she didn’t know how to respond.

Last night they talked while lying in a small room. The room had grown cluttered because of the buildup of household goods. When she moved, their hands touched. She felt nervous.

When she inquired about Eunha’s well-being, he suggested she see for herself. His response was so insensitive that Yongi voiced her discontent.

—I am merely following orders. My Lord desires for you to visit them.

—I don’t get it. He attempted to separate me from Eunha.

—Perhaps he was scared. My Lord believed you might take Eunha.

—We are blood sisters. How can he separate us?

Recalling Eunha’s struggle with morning sickness, Yongi remained quiet. Jihak was the man who impregnated her sister. They hadn’t even married.

That’s why she wanted to distance Eunha from him. However, once she realized his feelings were genuine, she made an effort to comprehend the situation.

She knew love. It was like a thorny path where it hurt to take a barefoot step.

Yongi had no faith in aristocrats, especially the one responsible for their father’s death. That is why they suffered persecution. No one protected them…

She made every effort to survive and didn’t hesitate to undertake hard work.

She consistently held Jihak responsible, believing her circumstances would have been different if her father were still alive.

She remembered the day some naughty children teased Eunha. They called her a beggar.

Yongi became furious. She was reprimanded for throwing pebbles at those children.

That day she went to a stream that was not frozen.

Eunha removed her clothes to bathe, her body covered in mud.

From that day forward, she became a child susceptible to fever.

—I don’t think it’s suitable for Eunha to be with that man.

—My Lord wants to protect the woman. He even wants to live with her.

—Are you serious?

—I always do.

Receiving no reply from her, he concluded that she had fallen asleep.

In the morning, Yuljae held her hand. She quietly opened her eyes.

—The sun’s already risen.

Yongi pushed aside the distracting thoughts.

She felt pain when her hand touched the salt. After she salted the fish cut into pieces, she wrapped them in straw. It was hard work.

***

“I’ll be away for a while.”

As Yongi collected his salary, she informed Sir Sim, who frowned.

“Why?”

“My younger sister is getting married. I need to go to Harye.”

“Eunha?”