Chapter 93

Without thinking for herself, she was still squeezing our balls.
“In any case, the patriarch has just over a month to choose a successor.”
Dangsun said in a low voice.
“I think you should forget about the third Confucius for now, and try to convince more of the elders in the inner circle to help you build your power.”
“Well…… we’ll deal with him later.”
Tang Bi’s eyes widened.
The Tang Ling is the first to be favored by his clan, but his weakness and elusive nature make him a poor choice for successor.
Tang Bi must quickly change their minds and have his successor approved in a month’s time.
“Good. Then let’s try roasting the old people in the cartoon garden again.”
“I see.”
With his head bowed, Tang Soun carefully stepped outside.
“Whoa.”
I sigh.
Tang Bi is arrogant and self-righteous even though she is not the official heir. If she were to be recognized as the heir, her nasty personality would only get worse.
“You’re worried.”
He shakes his head as he exits the gates of Suyun Palace,
“Huh?”
A crystal clear voice spoke, and a beautiful ghostly woman blinked.
“Miss.”
After locking eyes with the beauty, Tang Xuan politely clasped his hands together.
She was none other than Tang Jiazhu’s youngest daughter, Tang Qing.
“Looks like he’s been broken by his second brother again.”
Tang Qing laughed at Bashishi, and Tang Xuan shook his head in disbelief.
“No.”
He quickly changed the subject.
“But where are you going?”
“I’m going to see my third brother.”
“You mean the Three Gongs?”
Dangsun’s eyes wavered.
Tang Cheng is a woman and cannot succeed to the throne, but she captivates the hearts of the elders in the Tang family.
In terms of support, it has surpassed the party’s cost and is on par with the party’s strength.
“I’m in trouble.
The problem was that Tang Qing kept expressing interest in Tang Gong, the servant.
‘The lady can be fickle…….’
The succession battle has already been split between the party lord and the party secretary.
But what if the Party bends over and supports Dangon on a whim? The game would change dramatically.
“What, the youngest is here?”
Just then, the inner door burst open and Tang Bi rushed out.
“Cheong-Ah, what’s going on?”
Tang Bi said gently to Tang Qing with an unprecedented expression of compassion.
“Have you come to have tea with this brother?”
“No, I was just passing by and saw Soun, so I talked to him.”
“I see.”
Tang Bi said wistfully.
“Suyun Gak is always open, come and play if you’re bored.”
“Yes.”
Smiling, Tang Qing waved at Tang Bi and Tang Shaun.
“See you then.”
Tang Xuan’s eyes clouded over as he watched Tang Cheng leave.
I have an ominous feeling. But the moment you say it out loud, Tang Bi’s fiery nagging will begin.
“What are you doing standing there?”
Tang Bi’s words made Tang Xuan shake his head with a forced smile.
“No, then.”
He threw his hands up in the air and stormed out.
* * *
The Office of the Tang Dynasty Leader.
The office of the revered Tang dynasty was not filled with luxurious gadgets, but with bookshelves lined with books.
Rectangle.
Tang Fei was sitting in his office, reading a tattered booklet called The Thousand Poisons History.
“I have heard that your lordship has authorized you to bite the poisonous tree.”
And the middle-aged man who stood silently before him said cautiously.
He was Tang Xuan’s father and Tang Fei’s brother, Tang Sheng.
“Hoo hoo hoo, that’s a complaint.”
“How could that be?”
Tang Xiu waved his hand as Tang Xiu’s face changed color.
“The eldest has ejaculated. I don’t need to see blood between brothers at the gates of the house.”
“There were a lot of eyes on the article…….”
The words were spoken, but the look on his face was not pleasant.
Whether he realized it or not, Tang Fei’s gaze was still fixed on the book.
“This time, the third one brought along a substantial assistant.”
After coughing, Dangsung opened his mouth again.
“That’s the winner of this tie-breaker and political contest.”
“You mean the non-martial arts tournament at the Nangyin Market in Guizhou?”
“It’s usually a low-key competition, but with the Consular Shinkansen on the line, it was of a high standard.”
“Hmm.”
“Rumor has it that he’s quite skilled, as he’s defeated the controversial Grandmaster Ying Zhiyu and even the Sword Demon of the Seventh Household, Lord Xu Wen.”
“Yeongjiwi and the West Gate Sutra…….”
Tearing his gaze away from the book, Tang Fei smirked.
“They’re both known for being shitty, so you can’t really say they’re great with that.”
When Tang finally looked up from his book, he began to get to the point.
“Why do you have to put it off until a month from now, why don’t you decide sooner rather than later?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think the succession battle is getting a little too heated.”
“Let it go. It’s just labor pains for the main house anyway.”
Tang Sung looked disgruntled.
Even if it was a request from the Tang Clan, if Tang Fei hadn’t allowed it, the Tang Clan would have been cleaned up this time.
But when Dangon walked into the house unharmed, he became uneasy.
In his eyes, Dangon had so much potential.
‘You don’t have to be him. Dangon, don’t be him.
Tang Ling and Tang Bi are heirs by blood. Regardless, they prioritize their blood relatives first.
But Tangon had no good feelings toward the kinsmen and elders who had ostracized him, and he was uneasy about it.
“Third, the Lord must like the child.”
Eventually, Tang said what he’d been meaning to ask all along.
Unlike other families, in the Sichuan Tang clan, Xu Chul is not a candidate for succession.
However, the defeat of Tang Dynasty was fair to Tang Gon, as he was the heir apparent.
“Favoritism?”
Tang Fei’s eyes grew fierce, and Tang Sheng broke out in a sweat.
“I was just wondering if I was making a mistake.”
“You’re talking about nothing.”
Tang Fei’s eyes sharpened, and he realized what he had done.
“I don’t care which child you support. Isn’t that your prerogative?”
“Although…… because I think my choice might offend Gazoo.”
“You mean it looked like it.”
With a sigh, the party leader closed the book on the table.
“I have placed him, Dangon, equally above the heirs for one reason only. Not talent, not brains, not character…… because he’s not lacking anything compared to the others.”
“Is that so, then he’s qualified enough to be your successor.”
Tang Fei smirked at Tang Xiu’s words.
“If you show you deserve it.”
A terrifying prayer rose from his body.
“The position of Gaju must be one of unwavering strength and ruthlessness, for that is how the Bon family has survived generation after generation in the Murim.”
Tang Sheng suddenly realized that he had misunderstood Tang Fei.
‘The patriarch only wanted a good heir. He did not favor this child.’
Tang Fei laughed lowly, as if he’d guessed Tang Xiu’s secret.
“First, he’s a great people person, but he tends to be too cerebral…….”
“That’s right.”
“Second, he is very talented in martial arts, but he is impatient and tends to make enemies of people easily.”
Tang Fei smiled bitterly.
“Actually, the best candidate for succession is Tang Cheng, the child. He should have been born a boy.”
Tang Cheng had excellent jimo and martial arts skills and a temperament that impressed those below him.
But he was born in a woman’s body and was unable to receive a kazoo stomach.
“The third one is as good as Cheng Yi if he changes his personality, so I gave him a chance. Does that answer your question?”
Tang Xiu bowed deeply and clasped his hands together.
“I did not realize the depth of your concern. Please forgive me.”
“Never mind. It’s just…… unfortunate that personalities don’t change easily.”
Tang Sheng nodded.
Personalities don’t change easily.
Dangon possesses great qualities, but unfortunately, he is too loyal and trusts others too easily.
He could be called a hoyin or a daihao, but his personality is not compatible with his status as a gaiju.
“Then I’ll let them do whatever they want to do.”
Tang Fei nodded.
“Good idea. It’s something that needs to be done between the parties anyway.”
“I see.”
Tang Sung swallowed hard.
Finally, there’s a bloodbath within the party.
* * *
“Hmmm. Hmmm.”
Tang Cheng was humming to himself.
Leaving the clinic, she made her way to the outer courtyard, where the Tang family and outside masters were gathered, and headed for a small building on the western edge of the grounds.
That’s where Dangon is staying, at the Qingyang Shaolin Temple.
Inside the Qingyang Temple, there is a beautiful garden with vaporizing plants. It was originally the home of Tangon’s birth mother, and Tang Fei created the garden for her.
“Hmm.”
And in the garden, a young man with a heavy sword on his back was admiring the flowers with his arms crossed. It was Bu Eun-sul.
“Huh?”
When Tang Ling arrived at the Qingyang Temple, he saw Bu Eun-sun standing alone in the flower garden and marveled.
“Isn’t there a third brother?”
Bu Eun-sul, who had been looking at the flower garden and lost in thought, suddenly turned her head.
Her face is as innocent and full of life as a lotus flower in bloom.
Bu Eun-sul glanced at Tang Cheng, who was glaring at her, and nodded.
“You’re the one.”
His courage is remarkable, and the prayer that emanates from his body is beyond compare.
Above all, the mention of a third brother made her realize that she was the youngest daughter of the Tang family and the Tang family’s Zhang Zhongjiajiao. I could guess that she was Tang Cheng.
“You must be the winner of the political contest your third brother brought. Bu Eun-sul, Bu Xiaoguo?”
At Tang Cheng’s casual tone, Bu Eunsul nodded.
“He went to the martial arts center.”
“Aha, you went to give a gift to the squire boy who accompanied you.”
Dangon takes him to the martial center, saying that he will give him a memorization for all the hardships he has endured on his journey.
Surprisingly, the authorities seemed to be keeping a close eye on Tangon’s every move.
“How did you know?”
“The man in charge of the armory, Dong Zhu, told me that the third brother was taking out some memorizations, so I asked him why.”
Snowflake’s eyes twinkled.
“Whoever is in charge of the armory, reports to her at …….
Not only was Tang Cheng as talented and martial as rumored, but he also seemed to have a fairly high standing among masters both within and outside the country.
“Ugh.”
Tang Qing suddenly sighed and muttered lowly.
“He took me to a martial arts school where he said he was giving me memorization…… so he must be teaching me memorization techniques as well.”
As she suspected, Dangon had been passing on some rote techniques to Black Pyo.
He was also the seed of Bu Eun-sul, but Dangon was very fond of the sturdy, sticky black mark.
“My third brother had been wishing for a younger brother since he was little, and maybe he liked the boy that Vu Sohao brought.”
The authorities rambled on about things that weren’t asked.
Annoyed, she left the flower garden without a word.
“Hold on a second.”
She asked, nudging Bu Eun-sul.
“Where are you going?”
“Do you have a job for me?”
“Originally, I came to see my third brother, because I thought I would probably decide to move back in now that I’m in the main house, but…….”
Tang Cheng laughed wryly as he stared into Bu Eunsul’s still eyes.
“I guess it’s better to talk to you after all.”