Chapter hundred and twenty-two:Pride always comes before a fall

While people mourned the departure of a lovely woman whose chronicle was filled with praises, others schemed for their personal gains.

A man whose features were hidden inside his robe seemed to be more irritated by the sudden turn of event but wasn't that perturbed till he received a report of his investigation. In a scrunching motion, the paper laid waste at his feet.

What? Daejong has a secret woman?

He sat down hurriedly on an armchair bedecked with animal print furs and got to writing. He wrote hurriedly but neatly and passed it to his messenger.

"Give this to her highness, make sure she replies before leaving the palace," the messenger was obedient as he nodded in acknowledgement then bowed out.

As he left, the man banged his fist on the table and uttered profanities. He retrieved the portrait from inside his sleeve, unfolded it slowly, traced the well-depicted features and frowned deeply.