“Oh thank the heavens, Martial Kim!”
The moment Moon Tavern arrived at Mr. Golden’s front door, he was ecstatic.
There was much he wanted to ask, wanted to hear and know! Everything. But the second his servants brought Martial Kim and Martial Yellow Sister into his gathering hall, he immediately grabbed them by the hands and pulled them – somewhere else.
“I am so glad you came!” Mr. Golden cheered as he towed the two behind him. Despite how old and well aged he was, he was very spry on his feet.
His mansion was huge, with mazes of corridors, hallways, and bridges riding over beautiful koi and lotus ponds left and right, he pretty much knew his way around the place. Never did he take a single wrong turn even when his servants struggled to run after him through the same obstacle courses.
“I-is something the matter?” Martial Kim asked, completely confused. “What is wrong?”
“I can’t understand it! Not even the best of the best could figure it out! I should have came to you sooner, bu-but I knew you were busy dealing with Fae Fae’s case!”
Mr. Golden quickly brought them into a room somewhere in the mansion.
To Moon Tavern’s astonishment, it was a bedroom. Rather – a bed chamber. It was three times larger than Fae Fae’s presidential suite back in the brothel. Why, the chamber itself was enough for a family of four just by space alone. Make that TWO family of four.
A large canopy bed with well carved postings made of ancient oak stood as the room’s centerpiece, covered by flowing red and golden curtains. The walls of the chambered were lined with hand-painted screens depicting serene landscapes within mystical portraits, a view of one thousand elegant cranes gathering in a perfect lake. A series of polished lacquered dressers display ornate gold combs, accessories, and jewellery boxes full of gold crafted items and decorations.
So much gold, if the sun peeped inside everyone would be blinded.
There were a handful of male and female servants all crowded around someone. They all came up with various ideas to solve the problem, but it only earned them slaps, name calling, or simply emotional damage from pure yelling.
The chaos was so much even Mr. Golden shook his head. “I need you to help her, it’s urgent Martial Kim!”
“Er.” The young master has no idea how to respond. He had been ready to tell the truth of Fae Fae’s death to the rich old man but, this turn of events took him off guard, “Wh-what seems to be the matter with her?”
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“See for yourself! It’s getting worse!”
Mr. Golden forced the servants to scatter, shooing them gently to give Martial Kim and Martial Yellow Sister space.
A woman of noble like origin. The very moment Moon Tavern laid their eyes on her, her very aura demanded their direct attention. She wore layers of luxurious silk that folded over one another with multiple levels of golden embroidery and decorations, making her sparkle like candles in a dim room. Hair that was well groomed and meticulously coiled and done up in a beehive of golden pins, clips, and hair placements that carried all sorts of exotic gemstones.
Gold jewellery was everywhere on this woman. Neck, ears, chest, waist, wrists, even the tips of her eyelashes were flashed with golden powder.
With all that majesty and the woman was kicking and screaming at her servants, just thrashing around.
Like a god damn brat.
Mr. Golden pinched his eyebrows and reluctantly introduced this woman-child, “My first wife among my harem of three, and matron of the household.” He then nudged at Martial Kim, “Now you know why I want Fae Fae to marry me, of all women.”
Martial Kim gave an understanding nod. Martial Yellow Sister on the other hand just gave Mr. Golden a long and judging stare.
“D-don’t look at me like that,” Mr. Golden sputtered back at the blonde haired disciple. “I have my right for a kind hearted companion!”
Without hesitation, Martial Kim set down his kit and opened it up to procure his needle set. “Please state your medical emergency, Mrs. Golden.”
“This!” Mrs. Golden waved her arms up and down in a tantrum, “It just won’t stop!”
Martial Kim turned around...only to turn pale. Several emotions filled his chest.
The first was surprise: for Mrs. Golden’s hands were bound in thick bandages. The second was horror: unravelling the bandages revealed her hands swollen like a hot red balloon.
The third...was...
“...Mr. Golden,” Martial Kim wheezed, trying to keep a levelled voice. “I know what the problem is.”
Mr. Golden was taken aback, “Even the best physicians I hired had no idea what this is about. You figure it out by a single glance!? H-how high up the mountain is your medical talent!?”
Martial Yellow Sister was about to burst the truth out loud, but Martial Kim shoved a hand over her mouth and dragged her by the face into a corner. Along with Mr. Golden, they quickly acquired some privacy in the far side of Mrs. Golden’s bed chamber.
“Martial Kim?” Mr. Golden asked, confused. “What is the matter? Can you heal her?”
“Yes, sir, I can,” Martial Kim replied, his voice unsettlingly calm. “I have the remedy to treat it. In three days, I can assure you the swelling will disappear like it never happened.”
As Martial Yellow Sister struggled against Kim’s grip with muffled cries barely audible, Mr. Golden let out a relieved chuckle. "Oh, thank the gods. For a second, I thought you were going to tell me I’d have to endure another month of her complaining... Huh?"
He stopped when Martial Kim's hand lightly rested on his arm. The touch was gentle, but an unbearable weight hung in the air.
“Sir,” Martial Kim spoke, his voice dry. “May I ask... how did she end up like this?”
“She told me she slipped in the garden... It hasn’t stopped swelling since, and now it's itching all over her body... Why?”
“I have something to tell you. But how this story ends... will be in your hands.”
Mr. Golden’s throat tightened. “W-what is it? Spit it out, Martial Kim. I-I can handle bad news!”
What would happen next, no one knew. But Martial Kim had to see it all the way through the end no matter what.