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戀潸: to shed tears because of longing
In 1498, an incident occurred in which the new scholars, including Kim Il-son, were harmed by the Hungu faction led by Yu Ja-gwang. This incident is called the Muo Incident.
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The sky wept. It wept that day, too. It felt like a hole had been ripped through the sky.
Even on that day when heavy rain was pouring down, the sky roared loudly as if the heavens and the earth were being created.
I cried. Was it anger at those who defied the fate ordained by heaven? Or was it?
Was it a welcome to those who defied fate and thrust their heads into the maw of hell? Foolishly, I still can't forget that day.
Is it because of regret that I didn't kill you, or because I just left you there?
It is unclear whether it is regret for turning back.
Because I can only miss you like this.
The day when the drought that all the people had been waiting for ended,
A day when even the sounds around me were drowned out by the heavy rain pouring down on the floor.
The sharp tip of the blade was pointed at the neck of the man who was desperately sitting down.
Shin Je-in, the youngest daughter of Geochangbuwongun Shin Seung-seon. The precious body of the queen of this country was lying on the floor, trembling like an aspen tree.
When even the voices that were struggling to ask what they wanted from me were drowned out by the sound of the rain,
A small figure appears behind the man with the sword pointed at him. As he pulls back the long robe draped over his face, his face, faintly visible, becomes distorted.
'Why are you...!' Blood seeped out at the end of the words he couldn't bring himself to say.
A light body that collapsed, and another woman just watching it.
And there was even a still young-looking man looking at her.
"Taeya"
"Yes, sis."
“Do we really have to go this far together?”
"It's just my personal revenge."
"Your work is my work, and your will is my will."
"My whole family died that day too."
The blood flowing from the tip of the sword created a river, just like the day her father died. In 1498, the king, a mad tyrant, mercilessly murdered the new scholars, including Kim Il-son, a court official in the Ministry of Personnel, and executed Kim Jong-jik, the editor of the "Jouijemun," with a vice-ministerial decree. He even ordered the death of his father, who had assisted in its compilation.
He said that it was that day that his life changed completely.
She is self-deprecating. She was once the daughter of a prominent noble family in Gyeongnam, but in an instant, she was left alone.
Cho Yeo-ju, that was her name. But now she wants to give it up.
It's just a woman's body, but that's why there are things that are possible.
I will abandon this name and be reborn as another.
...I will become your companion, the one who killed my father and ordered my mother and brother to take poison. That is how I will live. Even if I have to die doing so.
So, he takes revenge. So.
As the heavy rain covering the entire country began to subside, a palanquin was brought into the palace.
The one sitting like a doll in the palanquin heading straight to the palace
Queen Shin, who had gone on a mission. No, she was a different person now.
I opened the window and looked around the palace. The lights of Sukwon Palace were flickering. The king was just
Wasn't it rumored that he was obsessed with a gisaeng? It's actually a good thing. The more astute a monarch is at managing state affairs, the more difficult it is to keep him in my hands. In fact, I found it easier to be in love with a womanizer and indulge in pleasure. Joseon.
He is the tyrant who reigned over this country.
Fortunately, none of the palace servants recognized my changed face.
Even the Queen of the Palace just glanced at me for a moment, so I have nothing more to say.
I don't think so. I can feel how much the king treated her as the queen.
I was playing with my concubine until dawn, when the sun was rising dimly.
What can you expect? She is no longer the queen she was back then.
I must put the king under me by any means necessary. He does not love me.
Even if it doesn't work, you have to stab the dagger called trust into your chest.
What should I do then? Should I first kick out that concubine, the courtesan? I've been pondering this for seven days since she took up residence in the palace as the Queen.
That was it. Fortunately or unfortunately, the king never once approached her. Perhaps the queen had gone out in secret and returned without her knowing.
She took a sip of the sweet honeydew tea and swallowed it before getting up from her seat.
Today was the day of the royal conclave, a day that came around every other day, and I had heard about it well. I was starting to wonder about the king's face, so there was no better time than now.
Where could he be? I wonder what the face of that author, who annihilated my family and now leisurely flirts with courtesans looks like.
Herbal medicine that makes your skin beautiful and flower petals floating around
Her eyes narrowed as she bathed in the bath. Of course, I already did.
He looks similar to the former queen who had a different name, but he is self-deprecating.
What if I find out? Even though he looks like this, he was my husband, so I'm quick to notice his changed face.
What should I do if he reacts? Should I kneel down and embarrass him, or should I maintain a dignified attitude until the very end?
It's a rare moment of tension and excitement. I see myself having unexpectedly many thoughts.
After bathing, I put on my silk robe and the long walk to Gangnyeongjeon. I heard the king originally disliked the queen. No, it's just that
I know without even looking that it's a more complex and tangled emotion than 'I hated it.' I walked this road over and over again to see my husband, who never even glanced at me.
How must she have felt? Memories linger on the road, and resolve is etched into her every step. Whatever happened in the past, Shin Je-in is already dead.
Therefore, since I am here now, the future is different.
And so I gaze at that splendid face. My back, stiff with tension, straightens for no reason as I gaze at that face. How young. The lord of this country, who spends every night in pleasure with gisaengs, hangs the heads of his loyal subjects high, and sleeps wrapped in the skirts of a mere concubine. You killed my family. I strain my cold eyes to look at him, and I see, one after another, skin as white as jade, as if it were sculpted from white porcelain, a graceful nose, and beneath that, tightly pressed lips. But what of those eyes? Those sharp, upturned eyes stare askance at me. My throat feels parched as our eyes meet. To think the king has such a large scar on his eyelids.
"Who are you? You are not the queen."
"Do you dare to make a mockery of this palace?"
" ........ "
"Your Majesty, I am the Queen."
“I, the queen, am now in front of Your Majesty.
Where on earth could anyone else be? "
A trembling, uncontrollable, emanated from his throat. The king's sword touched his neck. Was the blade, unable to reach him that day, finally reaching him now? The young king was so immature. He truly could not fathom the significance of the cut he made with that light blade.
He couldn't do it. He had his claws out like a vicious beast on guard, and he soon let out a hissing breath. He was just like that. A tiger in the palace, a tiger in the world.
I can't even shout. I'm just young, fragile, and sensitive, so I'll be fine at any moment.
It feels like it's going to break.
The fact that my family was destroyed so miserably by the order of such a person
It came to me with a sudden jolt. My stomach was churning and I was so nauseous that I couldn't speak properly.
I couldn't even bring myself to say it. My suppressed voice burst out, unable to hold back.
"Are you really trying to kill me?"
"Are you planning to brutally dethrone me and make me vomit blood by giving me poison?"
"...I am the queen. In this country, I am the only queen."
"It's unfair."
Yes. I feel wronged. Not now, when I am misunderstood as not being the queen.
I feel wronged by the life I've lived so far. They say there are memories in the road.
Since you trampled my life to pieces, my path has been filled with thorns. So these tears are my tears.
....But why? Why are the eyes of yours, the ones that point the knife at me, so red and piercing?
" ............. "
" ............. "
That night, the king left Gangnyeongjeon without saying anything more.
Where did he spend the long nights that remained? At Sukwon Palace, where his beloved concubine, Jang Nok-su, resided? Or perhaps for the gisaengs?
At Gyeonghoeru, where the lanterns are said to never go out in any season?
The man I now face, the lord, is an unprecedented tyrant. He severed the legs and tongue of Kim Cheo-seon, a revered and loyal subject, and even dug up the grave of a deceased person and decapitated him without hesitation. Could such a man have simply abandoned me without reason?
Could it be so? Even though it clearly offended him.
That morning, as I strolled through the palace grounds, my thoughts piling up, a letter arrived. It began with a brief greeting, informing me that preparations were underway for the ceremony and that I would be in Hanyang by the time it arrived. And then there was the news I'd been waiting for: the king.
According to the scriptures, the king's childhood was lonely. His father was
King Seongjong never gave proper love, and the king lived alone in the large palace.
He lived a life ignored by the court ladies. Ah, perhaps this is why the King relies so heavily on Lady Jang, aka Jang Nok-su, who is older than him. Perhaps it's the comfort he finds in this, a small part of his inner self, having grown up without the love of his mother, the Queen.
Lady Jang must have seen through his fragile nature and thus stayed in this palace. Her actions, so transparent, made me chuckle. Ah, she's so foolish after all. In fact, even Tae, who sent me a letter to offer his help, still didn't know something. The queen, the king's mother. What was her fate like?
She was demoted to deposed queen Yun and died by drinking poison.
Now I know why the King's eyes were so red and teary last night.
Now I know why he couldn't kick me out.
Now, ...I knew how to get him under my control.
I too must take advantage of his weakness, his loneliness.
All this time, Lady Jang could only have considered his loneliness and kept him under her wing. But did she truly love him just because she felt pity for him? Ultimately, the one his thirst and love and hate were directed towards was his mother, the queen. A surge of elation washed over me as I realized the truth. Must I love him after all? Why is truth so cruel? I clenched my trembling hands into fists, and the pain of my nails digging into my flesh was palpable. Yes. Hadn't I entered this palace prepared for something worse?
So, ...now I have to tame that young tiger and make it mine.
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It was a quiet night. The promise I made while biting my lip seemed meaningless.
For the past few days, he hasn't been able to leave the palace. He was also like that because an assassin had broken into Gangnyeongjeon. In a way, it was natural. The palace was easier to invade than expected, and the palace servants had become lax due to the king's neglect of the government. The assassin who entered Gangnyeongjeon is said to have died immediately there. Without asking about the reason, the cause, or who was behind it. It was a death without excuses or begging. Such trivial incidents were important.
I wonder if it's not even here.
Even in his own bedroom, Gangnyeongjeon, the king drew his sword and tried to kill himself.
He killed a man. What his life was like, even when he was asleep in bed.
It was sad to live with a knife by my side, but I didn't want to give a reason.
I didn't. Even I, who had entered the palace to kill him, felt bitter.
I often find myself lost in thought in the palace.
So, the face I finally saw was...
Still arrogant and cold.
“I know today isn’t the wedding day.”
"I heard that there was an assassin in Gangnyeongjeon."
"The Queen is really behind the times. This happened a few days ago."
"So I also heard that the guards at Sukwon Palace were increased."
"There was no one in the palace, so news was often late and only now
Okay, I understand."
Inside the Gangnyeongjeon Hall, lit only by a small lamp, the room was quiet, as if preparing to leave soon.
The king's face, clad in a dragon robe, tilted in a puzzled manner. His eyes remained wary and sharp, as if I had come to a place I shouldn't have been.
The king's face is the second I have seen today, but it is never the same.
It wasn't awkward. Even on the way to Gangnyeongjeon, I couldn't help but think of that face. Even though this face was distorted and ugly, it eventually became
It will make it collapse.
"So? What on earth does it mean for the Queen to know?"
"The reason you temporarily moved your residence to Sukwon Palace was because you were secretly worried about me, right?"
"What?"
A mockery flashed across the king's face for a moment. His eyebrows narrowed in a mocking manner.
The corners of his lips quirked up in a smirk. Was my words truly absurd?
The expression on his face slowly hardens as he sees my calm expression.
"You were worried that if you stayed at the main palace, you might be attacked by assassins, so you stayed at the Sukwon Palace. Instead, you increased your guard."
"Your Majesty, even if it is secretly, thinking of me and worrying about me.
I am very aware of this.
So, from now on, I will also take care of Your Majesty. "
"Ha..! Now that I look at it, you're even being arrogant. What can you say-"
"It's the queen."
" ....... "
"The one who is the monarch and husband of a country
"A person who has a duty to take care of you."
"Until now, I was foolish and negligent,
I won't do that from now ondo.
I may be immature, but... I am the queen. "
"Get out."
" ......... "
"Get out"
The doors to Gangnyeongjeon closed behind me. The king had spoken so unhesitatingly and unkindly to me, and I expected I wouldn't be able to see him face-to-face for several days. I've only had two private meetings with him, but I know what kind of person he is. Rotten pity, twisted hatred, and unattainable, burnt affection all slammed into my face.
A frozen, frozen mass of humanity, like ash mixed with ashes.
I have lived well until now, with a mind that is turbid and dizzy and can only be sane if it relies on pleasure and alcohol.
Now that the lake has hardened and become safe, it looks like a stone has been thrown into it.
How about it? It is absolutely impossible to cause a vast lake to ripple with a single stone.
But all I wanted was a thin thread. That's why I
I'll throw stones again and again. In a way, it was a gamble, a luxury I could take because I assumed he could never kill me. But alas, that's all I have left. Even if my hands are swollen, torn, and broken, I'll still throw stones. At that lake, at that frozen memory.
A month passed since that day. I visited Gangnyeongjeon almost every day, and he would shout and rage at me for my shameless intrusions, even spewing out vulgar language without hesitation. But even that was fleeting. Seeing him always felt like handling a vicious hoe. Even though each day felt like walking on thin ice, I simply felt uneasy. In any case, the days he visited Sukwon Palace gradually became shorter, and the tension in our faces each day became less intense.
That night was just another ordinary night. It had been about a month since I'd walked to Gangnyeongjeon to see him. Seeing him still refusing to look at me, I rose from my seat to head back to the main palace when he spoke to me for the first time. Not in a harsh tone, not in a deep, penetrating voice, but simply in his own words. A slightly lower, almost unconcerned voice.
"Aren't you afraid of me, Queen?"
" ............ "
"Are you asking about fear?
Or are you asking about fear? "
"What difference does that make?"
"When I meet Your Majesty, I am not afraid, but I am afraid."
"If we use the word fear to refer to feelings of hesitation or anxiety...
It always is. "
"So, I asked, what does that mean?"
" .......... "
"Your Majesty... It seems like you live every moment without letting go of your guard. If there is even the slightest threat, you do not hesitate to keep a sword by your side.
I'm afraid that one day I'll cut down Your Majesty. "
The king's words stopped for a moment. The weather was particularly nice that day, so he looked out the open window.
Because a cool breeze came in, I looked back at his face with cold eyes.
I was able to capture it. The sitting king looked like a child for a moment.
It must be the wind's fault. And so, my eyes became cold, and I didn't even realize it.
He approached the king, who was wiping away his tears, and hugged him.
In the end, it's all the wind's fault.
And he changed like a lie. He often walked to the palace, and sometimes
He would sneak snacks and put them in my hand, and even sleep next to me at night. It was strange. In a way, I had to make countless wasted steps for over a month to get to these days. But now, the way he looked to me was so docile, like a lamb. It felt exhilarating and even alien. He would talk to me, making eye contact, and every moment, he would smile faintly.
Even the appearance of it being released.
The king was finally missing his mother. After all, he was the queen.
Existence was love and hate. Like all children, he hated me so much that it felt like the world would crumble, yet he opened his heart to a little affection. The truth I realized anew made my heart ache. I even wondered, "How could someone like this be the one who killed my family?" Had I finally lost my mind? Had I even changed my resolve to become a queen with a heart like Hahae's? Tae, who sent me letters every three days, reported on the progress of the uprising every day, and I monitored the king's movements and instructed him on the details.
That's how it was from the beginning. They were crushing each other for revenge.
Dark night. I woke up shivering. Even though summer was just passing, my hands and feet were cold, and the cold sweat running down my body was cooling down, leaving me with a chill.
They came rushing in. The king, who had risen up after me, looked at me in surprise. I couldn't speak properly.
Worried about me, unable to forget, wiping away my sweat, wondering if I had a nightmare.
How can such a thoughtful question be so cruel? He carefully touched my forehead.
Hands are warm, and the words that touch my ears are affectionate. All of this is passing by.
The embrace that whispers and hugs me is also cozy, as it is only for a moment.
It's cozy and distant, yet somehow scary. Now even I'm afraid.
A few days later, someone came to see me. It was a face I'd never seen before, but I wasn't particularly impressed. I'd expected them to come in person someday, but...I didn't expect them to come this early. Perhaps they lacked patience. Or perhaps they were so anxious that they couldn't even handle the current situation.
Lady Jang, the queen. Until recently, she was the king's favorite.
The owner of Sukwon Palace. Jang Nok-su.
I opened the door to the main palace and went out, and there she was, standing there calmly. A love rival, perhaps. Perhaps she was the object of my jealousy, but in a way, she resembled me so much. But foolishly, bound up in her own stubbornness and selfishness, she couldn't see ahead, and just stood still. I looked down carefully and met her eyes, and she met me with a calmer expression than I expected. Of course, I didn't know how long that would last.
"I meet the Queen. Why, it feels new every time I see you.
"I'm not sure how to greet you."
"Just keep doing it like you are doing now. Be polite."
" ......... "
“The wind is nice, so how about going up to the pavilion and sharing some refreshments?
"I don't want to keep talking here. " ((Smile
His tone was gentle, as if he were addressing a child. It was a ridiculous pretense, as if he were saying, "I'm the adult, I've been here longer than you, so you should obey me." His gaze, as if he already knew the layout of the palace, was slow, scanning the backyard and the pavilion.
"No, you can just talk here.
"I think you came here because you had something to tell me."
"I've been having trouble sleeping lately and I'm feeling bored, so if you have something to say, say it quickly."
" ............. "
"I heard that Your Majesty is spending the night at the palace these days.
"I've been spending the nights we used to spend together all the time, but these past few days I've been alone, so I feel lonely even during the day."
"I came to share refreshments with the Queen and to say hello to her.
I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"Don't be sorry.It's something you'll be happy about.
Wouldn't a happy couple lead to peace in the country?
I think it would be a good idea to start looking for a new hobby now. "
I smiled and answered in a calm tone, but the corners of her mouth curved for a moment. Perhaps the conversation wasn't going as planned. The precious norigae and various hair ornaments, clearly gifted by the king, stood in stark contrast to my modest attire, yet they didn't look impressive at all. I don't have the leisure or the interest to enjoy being the target of someone's speculation, but if someone is trying to trample me down, it wouldn't hurt to remind them of their situation.
In some ways, it was a pity. Human nature is like a moth that flies to a flame, ultimately seeking greater wealth and fame, but he gave everything to just one possibility. The king's empty affection and hatred for the queen. Believing in that one thing. Disappointment and hatred inevitably stem from having great expectations or affection for the other person. No matter how much you hate someone, if you keep reminding them of them by your side, they will eventually be the first to be kicked out. Why couldn't I overlook that?
His gaze, looking up at me from afar, was filled with a multitude of emotions. ...So, Jang Nok-su, you were mistaken. If you truly wanted him under me, you should have coveted this position, not that one. Of course, I don't know if you were dreaming it.
Leaving her speechless, I entered the main palace, and strangely, I felt suffocated. This palace, this castle, where I now reside, was so narrow and stifling. I turned my head and looked around, seeing the spot where the ink had been ground on the inkstone. Now, this place smelled like someone else's scent, not mine, and I found myself more often with her than alone. As the unanswered letters piled up, I would grow numb.
I opened the most recent letter and read it. It was Tae's handwriting, which was familiar.
For a moment, my head felt like it was going to split open.
Who came to the palace?
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"Your Majesty, I, Shin Seung-seon, the Prince of Geochang, report to you..."
"Three months ago, my daughter, the queen, Shinga Jane, died."
"Your Majesty...! Please take better care of the royal family and correct any mistakes strictly."
" ............ "
"What makes you say that?"
".....The queen was with me until this morning."
"You are the one who dares to frame this noble palace."
" ....majesty..! "
"Put that man in prison who dared to speak carelessly in this palace."
"The queen is dead.... Is she getting senile or something? Haha."
" .......... "
The corners of his mouth, which had risen in a look of bewilderment, quickly lowered. The king, seemingly unfazed, stepped down from his seat and left the main hall. The sorrow of the man left alone became a wailing that pierced the heavens. It was the last day of August.
Backyard of the Palace_
It was the first time. He had asked to meet somewhere other than the Junggungjeon or Gangnyeongjeon. Ah, was I finally meeting him..? The letter Tae had sent originally stated that the Queen's father, Shin Seung-seon, had entered the palace. It had been almost three months since I entered this palace, and if I had hurried my steps after finishing my daughter's funeral, it would have been around this time. Now, rather than feeling anxious about the hazy and uncertain future, only bitterness took precedence. Even at this moment, as I faced the king.
If he were to get angry and demand the truth, how should I respond? At first, I was brazen, but now the situation itself has changed. Yes. I wish he'd be that angry. He'd point a sharp blade at me, spew all sorts of vulgar language, and curse me, saying he'd kill me mercilessly for insulting the royal family. Perhaps I vaguely hoped he'd do just that.
" ............ "
"...Geochangbuwongun Shin Seung-seon visited."
"He's getting old now. It's no wonder he's starting to lose his mind."
" .......... "
"I heard you died."
" ........... "
"Isn't it funny? You're standing right in front of me."
" ....The queen is dead. In this country, you are the only queen."
A calm voice, as if he had never doubted anything. The hand that reached out and carefully tidied the stray hair that was blown by the wind was also present.
As if to confirm the existence of the country standing before me, the hand that had been resting on my forehead for a moment slowly began to move downward.
Then, finally, he stopped at the sternocleidomastoid muscle, then gently squeezed my earlobe and released it, as if urging me on.
A gaze fixed solely on me. The hand that had been holding my earlobe is now gently stroking my earlobe, and the thumb that occasionally brushes my cheek seems ready to wipe away any tears. It's hard to breathe properly, and my teeth are trembling. Because the gaze is staring straight at me without any wavering, I don't know where to look.
It was so disgusting that my teeth chattered, and my heart pounded as if it were racing. I could vaguely see his face in the gaze I couldn't bear to meet.
Before I knew it, I could feel his breath right nearby, and hear his suppressed voice in my ear.
" .......... "
".....You are the queen, huh? "
Now, my breathing is uncontrollably rapid, and my eyes are stinging with pain. Are those tears from the queen who was once my real queen? Now, all I can see is his face.
I can't see it. Oh, there was a time when I wanted to feel that scar around my eye.
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" ............. "
".....I want to go on an outing. "
" uh...? "
"..I would like to go out of the palace with Your Majesty and enjoy an outing."
The king took a step back. After a moment of silence, I raised my head and looked at him. I saw his throat moving. After catching my breath, he replied, "In that case, I'll soon gift you a suit of clothing suitable for an outing." His face was opaque.
I still don't remember what was in my mind when I returned to the palace that night. The king didn't spend the night with me, and thanks to that, I was able to write a letter to Tae, as if in a trance. The handwriting was so faded that it was illegible, but it said the mission needed to proceed as quickly as possible.
The king granted my outrageous request without a word. As he had promised, soon after, the garments, made of precious silk from the Ming Dynasty, arrived, and we left the palace on the first day of September.
As I emerged from the palace, mingling with the departing court ladies, my turbulent emotions, as if by magic, had calmed. I felt as if I'd lost all emotion. Not even laughter, not even tears.
I gazed intently at the king's face as he asked, "Isn't it nice to come out with a smile on his face?" and if there was anywhere he wanted to go. His face, in a way, couldn't be more innocent. As the court ladies who had retired before us all went their separate ways, the wide-open street came into view. It was evening, the sun setting. The area in front of Gwanghwamun was bustling, yet chaotic. Then, suddenly, I locked eyes with someone familiar.
Ah, he beckons me with a confident expression. His eyes are determined. It was a puzzling moment. Time seemed to pass slowly, and I approached Tae instead of the king. As my pace quickened and I moved away from the king, his hand, oblivious to everything, reached out to grab me. But then, unable to reach any further, he fell.
_'Puck'
" ............ "
" ..... "
An arrow fired from the palace pierced his back. Then another shot struck his shoulder and leg. Now Tae was beside me, and I watched the king, his breathing ragged as he knelt on the ground.
Somewhere, the screams of pedestrians can be heard. There is a commotion asking, "What's going on?"
Sound, too. But all of that is opaque. All I can hear is the ragged breathing of someone I don't know. Blood seeping from the arrow embedded in his back gradually seeps down to the floor. He looks up at me with eyes reddened by burst blood vessels. It's like the beginning of time. The day I first met him.
A weak and foolish king who glared at me with a look of wariness all around him and let out a raspy breath.
" ............ "
" ....is it humiliating?"
" ............ "
"Our army will soon occupy the palace."
" .......To you... Besides me, were there... us...? "
" .... is our victory. Your defeat."
".....Your real name...what is it? ...Shin Jaein...no..."
"You abandoned my name when you killed my entire family."
" ...ha...! Ha, haha.... ... "
The king burst into laughter, as if my answer were amusing. His own laughter, too, lasted only a moment before turning into a groan. Blood welled up in his shoulders, which suddenly shook without even being able to properly restrain themselves.
His eyes were piercing. Unlike the upturned corners of his mouth, his eyes were also flushed with red. What would I look like in his eyes? Raindrops began to fall, one by one, quickly drenching the road. As I stared at him in silence, Tae asked me.
"Would you like to cut it here now?"
" ........... "
".....Sister, .. "
"If I kill you here and now, won't we forget the humiliation of this rebellion?"
" ....We must keep them alive as long as possible so that they can be remembered for generations to come."
"Exile him to Ganghwa Island."
" ............. "
My whole body trembled. Even though I had finally taken my revenge, I didn't feel relieved or even smile. Instead, a corner of my heart felt hollow and empty. So I left him behind. Tae followed me. I couldn't see him anymore, but I felt nothing but emptiness.
So I can't forget this day.
It was the end of revenge and a splendid and vain victory.
Somewhere, our welcome was visible.
okay.
A complete welcome.
In September 1506, Yu Sun-jeong, Seong Hui-an, and others drove out the tyrannical king, which is called the Jungjong Restoration.
The king, who was exiled to Gyodong on Ganghwa Island, died there from an epidemic two months later. However, before he died, he said that he wanted to see Queen Shin.
Since the king was dethroned, a military title was established.
Love to be missed, tears to be shed
Do it as a military operation.
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