Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Wei Yan-ho was immersed in a sweet dream like honey.

The funny thing was that, as much as I slept, it was never enough. You would think that sleeping too much would take your sleep away the next day, but it wasn’t.

The day after his deep sleep, he was sleeping even earlier.

Wei Yan-ho’s dream had accumulated layer after layer in this way, and now, if he did not sleep more than eight shijin a day, fatigue would overwhelm him and he could not maintain sanity. [TL/N: Shijin () is an ancient Chinese time unit equal to two modern hours.]

Wei Jeong-han foamed in his mouth and cursed every time he saw this, but what could he do with the constant sleep? It was not Wei Yan-ho’s fault that the dream came. How could it be Wei Yan-ho’s fault? It was the dream’s fault.

That’s why Wei Yan-ho was right even today.

The sunlight that warmed his face seemed to force him to sleep deeply.

At that moment, the door opened.

“Brother, wake up!”

Wei Yan-ho wrinkled her face and hugged her blanket tightly.

He could feel the strength pulling his blanket.

Wake up, wake up, bear, wake up!

Wei Yan-ho grabbed his blanket harder, but this little demon trying to wake him up today didn’t seem to have any intention of surrendering.

“Wake up!”

“Wow!”

Wei Yan-ho popped his face under the blanket and screamed.

Why are you bothering people since morning and making such a fuss?

Normally, Wei Su-ryeon would have already been angry and gone. But today’s Wei Su-ryeon didn’t understand the meaning of surrender. Wei Su-ryeon hit the blanket, “zas!”, “zas!”, and shouted.

You have to wake up, or you’ll get in trouble, hurry up and wake up!

Why are you giving your heavenly older brother trouble again in the morning?

“You have to go out and train quickly!”

“You do it. Huh? Su-ryeon, this older brother is very tired right now, so go train.

Wei Su-ryeon’s pretty cheeks swelled.

“You’ll regret it”

Wei Yan-ho, receiving the adorable threat, could not help but laugh.

This little thing was already trying to play with people.

“Repent of what?”

“I warned you clearly, brother. Don’t say anything different later.

“Whatever.”

Wei Yan-ho wrapped himself in the blanket like he was a jerk.

Wei Su-ryeon frowned and let a scream escape!

“Smash you to death or not!”

After Wei Su-ryeon spit out his curse and left, wei Yan-ho, irritated, buried his body in bed.

What girl likes to train so much? What name did she choose so well!

Having escaped from his sister’s claws that bothered him since the morning, Wei Yan-ho happily closed his eyes again.

The fact that Wei Su-ryeon came to look for him was very painful, but there was something to gain. His arrival meant that Wei Jeong-han, who used to try to devour Wei Yan-ho, would not return, and from now on could sleep more deeply.

In this world, if you lose something, you also win something.

Should I get some more sleep?

So now it was time to sleep sweetly.

Crack.

But right then, the door opened again.

Wei Yan-ho, who was about to fall asleep, woke up.

‘That fucking girl seriously!’

Deaf noise.

Deaf noise.

‘Huh?’

Wei Yan-ho, who was about to get angry, closed his mouth. He thought Wei Su-ryeon had returned, but something was different.

The steps were too heavy and deaf to be those of Wei Su-ryeon.

‘Is it Dad?’

The steps slowly approached him.

I would say I trained. As I really did, he won’t say anything. If he insists on why I did it so briefly, I can excuse myself by saying that he didn’t tell me to do it for long. Then tomorrow he will tell me to do it longer, but today I can rest a little longer…

“Get up.”

A quiet voice was heard.

But Wei Yan-ho didn’t move.

If he stayed there a little longer…

Hit!

At that moment he felt an unbearable headache.

“Aaaah!”

Wei Yan-ho screamed and jumped up. “Where was there a law that said that you could hit someone in the head so suddenly just because he didn’t listen to you after you were told once?”

“You could just talk, why!”

But Wei Yan-ho’s words could not continue.

He was not his father, but a robust young man who looked at him with a stiff and hardened face.

“Brother?”

“How many Shijin do you think you’ve been sleeping?”

“When did you come?”

“I asked first.”

Wei Yan-ho looked out the window.

The sun was high in the sky.

“It’s half…day…”

The young man’s face hardened a little more.

Wei Yan-ho made excuses with a desperate face.

Wei Yan-ho knew very well that his brother was more dangerous when he made that kind of face.

No! No! Brother! I trained at dawn! I trained so intensely that I was tired and slept a little. Really, brother!

Wei Yan-ho put excuses frantically, shaking his hands desperately.

Had his father or his mother pressed him, Wei Yan-ho would never have acted like this. Rather, he would have come out of the situation with a calm answer.

But such things didn’t work with the person in front of him now.

‘When did he come back?’

Wei San-ho!

The eldest son of the Wei family of Guangdong and the only brother of Wei Yan-ho.

Compared to Han Sang-ah, who could not scold Wei Yan-ho because of the guilt of not being able to take care of him, or Wei Jeong-han, who felt distant from Wei Yan-ho because he had been away from home, Wei San-ho had no reason to make concessions to the circumstances of Wei Yan-ho.

And Wei San-ho was the kind of person who valued martial arts training even more than Wei Jeong-han and couldn’t bear to see his younger brother drift off the road.

And…

“Have you trained?”

“Yes!”

“Get out.”

“… eh?”

“Let’s see how much you’ve improved during the three years I’ve been away.”

“…”

Wei San-ho was also the same person who taught Wei Yan-ho while his father was away.

“If I’m not satisfied, you’d better be prepared.”

Wei Yan-ho’s face was sorely distorted.

‘I’m fucked.’

Wei Yan-ho and Wei San-ho faced each other at the training camp.

The two who held wooden swords looked at each other.

“I really trained…”

Despite Wei Yan-ho’s excuses, Wei San-ho stood firm.

“Then show me.”

“Puaj…”

Wei Yan-ho let a deep sigh escape.

Wei San-ho had been a martial arts fan even when he was home.

And he was the person who had pushed Wei Yan-ho harder than anyone else.

He often went out of the house or went into detention to train, but when he didn’t, he was someone who couldn’t stand seeing Wei Yan-ho being lazy.

If I hadn’t been there, Wei Yan-ho would have become an even worse slacker than he is now.

Although they were brothers, there was a age difference of six years, and as I had cared for him since he was a baby, Wei Yan-ho did not dare rebel against Wei San-ho.

At least for Wei Yan-ho, Wei San-ho was much more like a father than Wei Jeong-han.

Three years ago, after leaving home saying that he was going to enter the Martial Academy of the Hidden Dragon, Wei Yan-ho’s life had flourished, but now he had returned without saying a word.

“What are you doing?”

Faced with the pressured words, Wei Yan-ho shivered and looked at Wei San-ho.

‘Oh, whatever!’

Wei Yan-ho grabbed his sword hard.

“Hello!”

Wei Yan-ho’s sword cut the air.

It was the Biryong Bicheon technique of the Biryong Cheonsang sword, the secret martial art of the Guangdong Wei family.

Punch!

But Wei Yan-ho’s Bijong Bicheon did not seem like a flying dragon at all. Wei San-ho’s wooden sword moved slightly, and Wei Yan-ho’s wooden sword was shot down and blown up.

Wei San-ho, who had diverted Wei Yan-ho’s sword, raised his wooden sword.

“Ah!”

Wei Yan-ho covered his head with both hands.

What would happen next was obvious. That cruel wooden sword would surely try to hit and check if Wei Yan-ho’s head was well cooked.

But curiously, Wei San-ho’s wooden sword did not impact Wei Yan-ho’s head. Wei San-ho, holding his sword tightly, stared at him for a long time with a rigid face before lowering the sword.

A low sigh naturally escaped from his mouth.

“It’s been three years.”

“…”

“Three years is enough time to learn a sword technique, enough time to make way into a kingdom.”

Wei Yan-ho couldn’t answer.

“But… you’re worse than three years ago.”

Wei Yan-ho felt like getting into a mouse hole.

It was not for Wei San-ho’s scolding. Scolding was something he always listened to, and common criticism could not penetrate Wei Yan-ho’s hard skin.

What made Wei Yan-ho shrink was the sincere disappointment that appeared on Wei San-ho’s face.

But Wei Yan-ho’s feelings were not compared to those of Wei San-ho. He was really disappointed at the time was Wei San-ho.

Wei Yan-ho was not weak. Wei San-ho knew too.

Among others of his age, Wei Yan-ho’s skills were quite outstanding.

Wei San-ho, who had seen countless people in the martial academy, was fully aware that his younger brother’s level was not something that could be underestimated.

However, the reason Wei San-ho was disappointed was that Wei Yan-ho’s level had dropped more than three years ago.

Now Wei Yan-ho may have gained a little more strength than in the past, but his mastery of the sword was incomparable to his past self.

Wei San-ho’s feelings as he realized that his younger brother, who should have been called a genius at the age of nine, was now on an ordinary level at the age of twelve, were devastatingly tragic.

‘What do I have to do.’

Obviously, during his absence, Wei Yan-ho had left the training aside and had done what he wanted lazily.

Wei San-ho was only able to stay there for about two weeks. Following his return to the martial academy, Wei Yan-ho repeated his life for the past three years.

Wei San-ho had no intention of standing by and observing such a thing.

“Go to your room.”

Wei San-ho left those words and turned his body abruptly to get away.

Wei Yan-ho watched with hesitation how Wei San-ho was leaving. In the past, he would have caused a great stir, but curiously, his brother simply left.

‘It’s good they didn’t hit me, but…’

Wei Yan-ho was somewhat more anxious about the unusual situation.

If he had been violently angry or beaten, he would not have felt so anxious, but now that he had left like this, he felt even more anxious.

“Kik kik.”

At that moment, a laugh was heard from behind. Wei Yan-ho abruptly turned his head.

“Wei Su-ryeon!”

“Yes?”

– You knew that, didn’t you?

“What?”

Wei Su-ryeon played dumb.

Don’t pretend you don’t know!

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Wei Su-ryeon asked calmly.

“Did you ask?”

“This one…”

Wei Su-ryeon laughed and ran away.

Before you tell me something, you have to think first about what the older brother will do, right?

Hey, don’t you stop there?

Wei Yan-ho became angry and then let a deep sigh slip away. Well, what would have been different if I had known? Wei San-ho’s anger was not because Wei Yan-ho was lazy, but because his training level had fallen.

If martial arts could be improved by studying thoroughly, no one would bother to train.

“Eing.”

Wei Yan-ho walked into his room with his shoulders down, with heavy passage, presenting the coming storm.