Volume 8, Chapter 20: Life on the Ship (2) (1/2)

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Title: Holy Emperor’s Grandson is a Necromancer Synopsis: Our MC dies from an accidental electrocution and ends up inhabiting the body of a young prince in another world, his new profession being the Necromancer he chose in the game he was playing before his untimely demise. However, things are not what they seem - including his own Necromancy skills! Tags: Antihero, Firearms, Goddesses, Necromancer, Male Protagonist.

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“I don’t want tea,” Maomao told the attendant with the plain face.

“Alright then.”

Though it was hard to call the attendant a beauty, would it be rude to say her looks were calming on the contrary?

(There are too many beauties in the world.)

Suiren was probably quite beautiful in the past, and there was still enough traces of it.

The other attendant, who was in her forties, was a beauty despite her harsh looks.

“We can look at Suiren-sama later, so can you start the examination with me?” The attendant in her forties put out her hand.

(Hm?)

Oh? Her face looks familiar.

If she were a little younger…

“Oh my. Is there something on my face?”

Her face reminded Maomao of a raptor.

“Maomao, Taomei(桃美) is Basen’s mum,” Suiren said.

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“Mum?” Maomao said.

As Basen’s mum–

“Have you met his older sister, Maamei, by any chance?” Taomei asked.

Of who she resembled, it was Maamei. The woman who delivered the baked pastries last time. If Maamei were twenty years older, she would be a spitting image of this attendant called Taomei.

“Umm.”

In this case, should she say I am grateful for your help? No, Basen hadn’t helped her in any way. Neither had Maamei.

No, wait, there was one person who had helped her.

“I am grateful for Gaoshun-sama’s help,” Maomao said.

That diligent man. If she is the mother of Basen and the others, that would make her Gaoshun’s wife.

(Ah, this is bad.)

There was a time she recommended prostitutes from the pleasure district to Gaoshun. That time, he had said that he was hen-pecked.

Maomao didn’t think her work was outed, but she felt kind of awkward now.

Anyway, she took the woman’s arm and read her pulse. Her pulse was normal; rather, Maomao’s heart rate was faster. The woman’s health was sound, but there was one thing that concerned Maomao. The colour of Taomei’s eyes was somewhat mismatched.

“…”

“What is it?” Taomei asked.

“Nothing.”

It looked like the movement of one of her eyes lagged behind the other by a fraction. Maomao suddenly twirled her left hand. Then she twirled her right hand, and Taomei’s gaze shifted.

(Is she blind in her right eye?)

Some people are born with different eye colours, and there are others whose eye colours can change later in life. The latter case is commonly caused by the loss of eyesight.

“Ah, are you testing out what you’ve noticed?” Taomei seemed to have noticed Maomao’s reaction. The woman pointed to her right eye. Being Gaoshun’s wife, she was quite astute.

“Excuse my rudeness. Does it get in the way of your lifestyle?” Maomao asked.

“Please don’t mind it. I’m used to it since I lost my eyesight a long time ago.”

“Alright. Then, do you have any physical abnormalities in particular?”

“No.”

“I’ll be checking your eyes and tongue.” Maomao pulled down the attendant’s lower eyelid and looked at her eye. The woman was certainly blind in her right eye. Many eye diseases that cloud up the eye are due to aging. However, to have her lose her eyesight a long time ago meant that it was from injury. “Footing is unsteady on ship, so please be careful.”

“Understood.”

Maomao reflected that she had said the obvious. Since there was no way the woman wouldn’t know.

“More importantly, did you think that there are no flowers among the prince of the moon’s attendants?” Taomei raised the question that was difficult to affirm. “Truth be told, if my daughter Maamei came, a granny like me would have no need to come.”

“Oh? If Taomei is a granny, would that make me dried goods?” Suiren suddenly retorted.

“I have three grandchildren. Treating me young is out of the question, right?”

From her direct rebuttal to Suiren’s quip, Maomao felt some strength from that woman.

It seems only a small fraction of tempered women are left around Jinshi.

Maomao quickly ended the examination and moved onto the next attendant, the young woman.

“My name is Chue(雀, que in cn).”

She had a dango-like nose and small eyes. She was also dark-skinned. It can be said that she was just like the meaning of her name, a sparrow.

(She’s not a beauty though.)

Her face gave off a sense of familiarity. Rather than serving the imperial brother, she was more suited to a vendor of a street stall.

“Chue is my son’s wife,” Taomei said.

“Son’s wife… it’s not Basen-sama, right?”

“Yes. She’s my older son’s. I want that child to get married already.” Taomei clicked her tongue.

Gaoshun’s family is close.

“While we’re at it. I’ll introduce you to my older son too.” Taomei walked briskly and came to stand before the curtain in the corner of the room. She flipped the curtains; inside was a pale man who was solving go problems.

“Wh-what is it, esteemed mother?” the pale man asked.

“Baryou, you can’t even say your greetings?”

“Ah, greetings, you say.”

The man called Baryou resembled Basen greatly. He was a little short and had a face that seemed like he hadn’t seen the sun for half a year.

“P-please to mee….. ohhh.”

Baryou crashed onto the floor, barely meeting Maomao’s gaze. He was clutching his belly. From his appearance, he looked sick, so Maomao thought it was time for work, but it seems she wasn’t needed. Chue immediately showed up and shut Baryou behind the screen again.

“Mother-in-law, he’s bothered with meeting new people if he doesn’t start with letter exchanges to get used to them first, and then have them chat with a bamboo screen between them. We don’t have enough stomach medicine for sudden face-to-face meetings.”

“That’s true. You’re skilled at handling Baryou. Rather, he’s gotten worse than before.”

Maomao witnessed an in-law relationship she had no idea how to cut into.

“Should we have left Baryou and brought Maamei instead?”

“If sister-in-law comes, who is going to look after my child?”

“That’s true. You have no intentions of raising your child.”

There were a number of things Maomao wanted to retort to, but she felt like there was no end to it.

Let’s put it together in a simple way.

Gaoshun’s wife: Taomei.

Gaoshun’s son: Baryou.

Baryou’s wife: Chue.

Alrighty. There’s no problem with this.

Should I go back now that the medical exam is up in the air, Maomao thought, when Suiren nudged her.

“What is it?” Maomao turned around, and bumped into a persistent gaze.

Jinshi was scowling from behind the folding screen.

“M-may I call you Jinshi-sama?” she asked.

“…yeah,” he replied.

It seems he had been waiting behind the folding screen the entire time. She wasn’t finished, so it seems he was looking over, but she felt his watching a medical examination of women was improper.

“Only here, is it fine to use that name.” Suiren guided Maomao to a seat. “The ship is swaying, so it’s more stable to sit.”

“Understood. But the medical examination is still…”

Suiren grinned and started to prepare tea. Maomao had said that she didn’t want it. It was the other person who did.

As it turns out, the medical exam was a cover for the main topic.

Jinshi moved over from the other side of the folding screen.

The attendants were around them, but it seems they had no intention of joining into the discussion.

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By the way, there was the sound of stones from behind the curtain, so it seems Baryou had started to play go problems.

“Yup.”

“Yes.”

“Um…”