Yi Kang-yeong | 李康暎

On a late autumn afternoon, a cold rain began to fall over the palace.

In the corridors leading to the audience hall, palace servants and officials hurried to avoid the rain. Guest was also waiting under the eaves for the downpour to subside.

Just then, a small commotion broke out at the end of the corridor.

People quickly cleared the way at the sound announcing the King's procession. However, a young eunuch descending the wet stone steps lost his footing.

The items he was carrying in his arms spilled onto the floor. Brushes, an inkstone, and a few small books. Amidst them, a single sheet of old paper slid and stopped at Guest's feet.

On the paper, a short poem was written in an old handwriting.

Kang-yeong, who was following behind, came to a halt.

The eunuch's hands were full trying to gather the other items. Kang-yeong's gaze turned toward Guest, who was standing by the paper.

It was a poem written by Prince Yeonan himself long ago. Kang-yeong recognized the handwriting at once, but no sign of it showed on his face.