Chapter 487
The Youngest Son of the Eunhae Trading Company Chapter 487
Chapter 487. Naming Ceremony (4)
In response to my question, Mister Yoo Jin replied with a perplexed look.
“What do you mean?”
“Yes?”
“I'm not sure what I saw that I shouldn't have seen.”
“Ah...”
After all, even though Young Master Yoo Jin seems mature, he is only ten years old.
He is still too young to judge what he saw that he shouldn't have seen.
There's no way they wouldn't know that.
Then what they are wary of is something that even a ten-year-old child would find suspicious and tell his parents or other people.
I smiled and said, “Tell me something that you saw recently that you remember or found strange.”
“Just tell me something you saw recently that was particularly memorable or strange.”
Mister Yoo-jin groaned and thought hard, but he didn't seem to remember anything.
He looks like he's about to cry.
I don't like making children cry, so this was a difficult situation for me.
I felt that it was dangerous, and he seemed to have instinctively buried the memory.
Is it right to bring back his memory?
But it would be even more dangerous to let it go.
Then, a thought crossed my mind.
He said he saw something he shouldn't have seen.
That means I should focus on his sense of sight, not his sense of touch, smell, or hearing.
People's memory is better than we think.
That's why when something triggers a memory, other related memories come flooding back.
Even buried memories.
And the thing that our eyes react to most sensitively is color.
“Please wait a moment.”
I left the annex. My uncle was just coming to the annex.
“Uncle!”
“Are Young Master and Jeong-ho all right?”
“Yes, everyone is safe.”
“That's good. The head of the Trading Company has returned to the company.”
It seemed that my uncle had seen the head of the Trading Company off.
“He asked me to tell you the details.”
“I'm sure it's urgent.”
The head of the Trading Company must have told my uncle that because he knew that it was impossible to hide the Trading Company's shame.
An assassin had infiltrated another Trading Company and targeted his grandson, and the Trading Company had mobilized its warriors to stop him.
It was impossible to hide, and it would have been disrespectful to the other party.
“Actually...”
I told my uncle the whole story.
“What! How could that happen!”
My uncle sighed deeply at my explanation. It was understandable.
“I have a favor to ask of you, Uncle.”
“What is it?”
“May I borrow some silk samples?”
I borrowed the silk samples from my uncle's office.
It was a book with small pieces of silk of various colors and textures, each with a serial number.
We would use this to place orders as needed.
When I entered the annex, Young Master Yoo Jin bowed his head with a dejected look on his face.
“I'm sorry. No matter how hard I think about it, I don't understand.”
“It's okay. That's why I brought this.”
I placed the silk samples on the bed and said, “If you look at the colors of these silks, something related to that color will come to mind. Shall we begin?”
“Yes.”
I slowly turned the silk samples and talked with Mister Yoo Jin.
Blue...
“Many people in Beijing wore clothes of this color.”
“It's the color of the season.”
“This green...”
“It's also called jade green.”
“My mother's hair ornament is this color.”
In this way, I relaxed Mister Yoo Jin and helped him recall his memories.
We went through many colors, but nothing that stood out came up.
Finally, we came to red.
It wasn't the bright red that women usually preferred, but a slightly dull red.
Was it blood red?
When Prince Eugene saw it, his face froze. Something was up!
“This... I've seen this color before.”
He explained slowly.
“When I went to Beijing with my parents this time, I was bored, so I begged my nanny to play hide-and-seek. I hid in a dark corner of the mansion, and a man came there. Then another woman approached and they talked.”
Nothing unusual so far.
In a large mansion, it's not uncommon for men and women to engage in romantic encounters in secluded places.
“Then the woman turned her head and saw exactly where I was hiding. So the woman and I made eye contact.”
“Oh no!”
“But... the woman's eyes...”
Yoo Jin pointed to the blood-red silk sample I had spread out and said.
“It turned this color.”
What?
Yoo Jin continued.
“I was so startled that I was discovered... I shouted out to ask who the man was, and when I came out... the woman's eyes weren't that color.”
“I see.”
That was exactly what Yoo Jin-gong shouldn't have seen.
“Huh? But why didn't you remember that until now?”
“Because it was scary.”
I gently stroked Yoo Jin-gong's head.
“It was scary, so your subconscious mind hid it deep inside.”
“...
At my words, tears streamed down Mister Yoo Jin's eyes.
”Yes, that's right. I was scared. I felt like he was going to tear me apart."
I really don't have a hobby of making children cry...
But right now, making Mister Yoo Jin cry is the right thing to do.
No matter how deeply such memories are hidden, they will never be forgotten.
It is better to solve the problem in advance than to have problems arise later.
Then how can we solve it?
The method is simple.
We need to change the frightening experience into a good experience or an experience that means nothing.
“Thank you. Thanks to your memory, I was able to protect the Trading Company.”
I continued.
“You said you saw that woman in a mansion in Beijing, right?”
“I know who that woman is.”
“You know who she is?”
“Yes. She is Uncle Joon-min's maid.”
“...What?”
“And I heard people talking. They said she's going to become Uncle Joon-min's concubine.”
I recalled my memories from my previous life.
At that time, Sung Joon-min, who was the junior leader of the Myeongmyeong Trading Company, took over the position of leader, but he already had a wife.
However, shortly after, his wife died, and his concubine, who was originally a maid, became his wife.
By the way, her eyes turned red and then returned to normal...
I don't know why, but something definitely seemed strange.
From their perspective, they had a reason to kill Yoo-jin.
However, this does not mean that I sympathize with them. Regardless of the reason, killing an innocent child to achieve their own goals is absolutely unacceptable.
They will be punished by God.
When I returned to my room, I stopped in my tracks.
Miss Seo was asleep with her hands resting on the wide table.
Come to think of it, it was already the end of the first hour of the night (1:00-3:00 a.m.).
It was time for her to be fast asleep, but she must have fallen asleep here while waiting for me.
By the way, she will be sore all over tomorrow if she sleeps like that.
I took the blanket from my bed, picked her up, and laid her on my bed.
Then I covered her with the blanket.
I could have taken her to her quarters, but it was winter and colder than usual outside.
I didn't want to wake Miss Seo Hyang.
I was always grateful to her.
Without her help, someone could have been killed or injured.
The same was true this time.
With her ability to see the future, I wondered if having her by my side was perhaps what heaven wanted.
Was it heaven's will to save her?
Or is it heaven's will that I complete my revenge with her help?
Maybe it's both.
I turned away from the bed and sat down on Seo-tak's chair, recalling the words of Young Master Yoo Jin.
A woman whose eyes turned red like blood...
I'll have to ask Master about this.
It was clear that the woman had approached Captain Sung Joon-min of the Myeongnam Trading Company with the intention of causing trouble.
Then, here's a question.
Is that woman giving orders to Sung Joon-min? Or is she working with him?
In any case, she wouldn't be happy to see Sung Joon-min being questioned by the captain of the trading company.
She would do one of two things. Either save Captain Sung Joon-min or kill him to silence him.
In my opinion, the latter was more likely.
The faint aura of black energy I felt when I saved Captain Sung Joon-min was that of a sleeping poison.
It was a vicious sleeping poison that weakened the will.
I had encountered similar things before, and in every case, the Martial Alliance had been involved.
In any case, the fact that they were willing to go to such lengths to make Sung Joon-min the captain of the Trading Company meant that if he was expelled from the Ming Trading Company, he would be of no use to them.
Would those who ordered the murder of their nephew leave Sung Joon-min, who knew so much about them, alone?
No way.
That means we have to move now to catch them.
I got up from my seat.
Well, I slept well again today.
The only reason I can stay up all night like this is because my Master knocked me out and let me sleep soundly the other day.
I don't want to admit it, but it's true.
For a moment, I froze.
Huh? Then that means the woman with red eyes and the Martial Alliance are somehow connected?
* *
Seong Joon-min, the fourth son of the Trading Company, was being dragged into the prison of the Ming Trading Company.
He was sleeping soundly when this sudden incident occurred, and he was stunned, but he quickly regained his composure and shouted.
“You guys! What are you doing?”
“We are only following the orders of the Trading Company.”
“What? My father would never do that!”
He grabbed the iron bars of the prison cell and protested, but the warriors who had brought him there left, and the guards on duty ignored him.
Then he heard someone's voice from beside him.
“It seems that Yeoncheon has already confessed everything.”
The voice was familiar, though distorted.
He turned his head and saw Song Pyung, who had been sent to kill his nephew Sung Yu-jin and his brother Sung Cheong-min but had failed.
He was his bodyguard.
With his hands bound to the prison wall, he said to Sung Joon-min.
“I saw Yeom Cheon being taken to the torture chamber earlier.”
“What? Yeon-cheon? That's nonsense... There's no way Yeon-cheon couldn't kill him...”
Yeon-cheon was a warrior at the peak of his powers, sent by those who supported him.
They sent him because they believed that there was no warrior higher than him.
To be stronger than him, one would have to be at the peak of their powers or have attained enlightenment, but there was no way someone like that would be in a branch office of Eunhae Trading Company.
In any case, Yeoncheon's failure meant that he had failed to kill Sung Yoo-jin.
Anger welled up inside him, and he yelled at Song Pyung.
“Damn it! This is all your fault! If only you hadn't failed! If only you had done the first job right!”
Even as he listened to his venomous words, Song Pyung could only look at him bitterly.
When did this happen? When did his Liege turn into this person?
“But my father believed me. Even though you accused me of being behind it, my father believed that I was innocent. He will believe me this time too. Yes! Father! Father!”
Song-pyeong looked at Sung Joon-min shouting loudly with a bitter expression.
He had endured all kinds of painful torture, but he had never revealed who was behind it. How did they know?
Then, it happened.
Thud.
The guards suddenly collapsed as if they had been knocked down. Then, a woman dressed as a maid appeared from the darkness.
Seong Joon-min was delighted to see her.
“Hwang Min! Is it you, Hwang Min?”
“Yes. Seong-rang.”
“How did you get here?”
“My beloved husband is imprisoned here. I had to do something.”
She cupped Seong Joon-min's face in her hands and said, “Look how thin you are. My God...”
“Min...”
“You must escape. Your brother is trying to kill you. But your father is on your side, so just hide for a little while. Then everything will return to normal.”
“We must escape. Your brother is trying to kill you. But your father is on your side, so stay away from him for a while. Then everything will return to normal.”
“That's a good idea.”
A key appeared from the sleeve of the woman called Hwang Min, and she used it to open the locked prison door.
Seeing this, Song Pyung frowned and shouted.
“This is strange. Hwang Min! Who are you?”
“What?”
“You are no ordinary maid! And ever since you appeared, our Liege began to change.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yes! Song-pyeong! Shut your mouth! Hwang-min is a good woman!”
“Seong-rang, follow me!”
Song-pyeong shook his head violently and shouted.
“You must not follow her! My lord!”
However, ignoring his desperate voice, Seong Joon-min followed Hwang-min out of the prison.
All of the guards at the entrance to the prison were lying on the ground.
Perhaps it was because the air was colder than usual.
As Sung Joon-min left the prison, he felt his head gradually clearing.
“Huh?”
For a moment, it was as if he had awakened from a dream. Then he sensed that something was wrong.
Hwang Min was just an ordinary maid.
How could she have knocked out all those soldiers?
What was even stranger was that he hadn't had any suspicions about her.
And...
He felt a chill run down his spine as he remembered what he had done.
“Did I really do that?”
Hwang Min turned around and urged him to hurry.
“Seong-rang! We don't have time. Hurry up and follow me.”
“Min.”
“What?”
“Who are you? And what did you make me do?”
“What are you talking about? I was just doing it for you, the one I love…”
“Who are you?”