When Jang Bong Hwan woke up in his own body at the peak of the critical moment, he couldn’t believe fate decided to joke with him in that way. First, when he slipped into the Joseon era against his will. And the second time, when he was yanked out of there, once again against his will.
Nothing regarding Joseon ever went his way and coming home felt like a real curse.
When Wonbeom decides something he becomes unstoppable…and maybe a bit too diligent. At least this is what his wife told him at one point in her second pregnancy. She had asked him to go all in and not skip anything related to the prenatal activities, but she still ended up complaining he had overdone it. His never-consistent wife sometimes reminds him of a cat, one that asks for a pat and then bites the hand.
Wonbeom’s excitement about having another baby is so adorable that it seems like no one in the palace has the immunity to resist his enthusiasm.
Every single day he and Soyong talk about babies. With each other. With friends. With attendants. With Hyun-ki, who doesn’t understand a word, but nonetheless smiles happily seeing his parents so delighted.
The scarlet Gonryongpo slips off Wonbeom’s shoulders…
The crown is placed on the table.
The white, almost see-through hanbok covers Wonbeom’s bare chest.
The knot ties his clothes together.
Wonbeom’s steps are slow.
He feels the refreshing cold of the wooden floors as he steps barefoot down the hallway to the bath chambers. He whistles some silly song, locking his hands behind his back.
The rays of the morning sun light up the room where Wonbeom and Soyong are getting ready for their day. They are separated by the screen and on either side servants help both of them to dress. On one side the King stands, his arms parted sideways as the eunuchs place the gonryongpo on his shoulders. On Soyong’s side, her maids help her with a complex hairstyle and Hong Yeon ties the knot on her dangui, completing her attire.
The nights in Wonbeom’s life had been painted in horrors of his countless nightmares and fears which only grew worse when he stepped foot on the inner palace grounds for the first time.
The following mornings started with headaches Wonbeom had to soothe with calming jasmine tea.
His days were full of humiliation from the people who executed his whole family under false accusations of treason. Those horrible people sincerely thought he must be grateful to them for becoming their puppet King.
Plotting against the people in power who led Joseon to poverty and destruction was a challenging task, but Wonbeom did not give up. From a boy who had to run away, he grew into a man who stayed and fought.
When Soyong hears “His Majesty” and “training field” in one sentence, a mix of worry and anger rises in her.
It is too soon for any training activities… What is Wonbeom thinking?
Considering how her friend is concerned too, it must be very serious, but Soyong doesn’t bother to hear the end of the sentence. She runs across the palace yard, between various hanoks, taking the shortcut to the training field. She used to spy on Wonbeom’s training all the time, and she knows the shortest path there by heart.
Inner court business keeps Soyong busy the whole morning and by noon she already feels completely exhausted.
Her day started with waking up next to Wonbeom, and as a worried wife, the first thing she did was carefully check his heartbeat and whether he had a fever or not. Only after making sure he was alright could she peacefully observe his sleeping features, which she could not resist as a woman in love. Time passed slowly and Soyong wished to wait until he woke up; however, she had too many plans and she reasoned that the sooner she started, the sooner she would be finished and able to meet her husband again. Giving him the sleep he needed, Soyong briefly kissed his cheek before she quietly left his chambers to attend to her plans for the day.
Wonbeom’s dream is a mix of pain and confusion. His heavy chest suddenly struggles to breathe, and every movement echoes painfully through his whole body. As time passes, even more dizziness comes, but the pain mercifully slowly dulls down.
In his dream, Wonbeom sees his future wife, the Destined Highness, tenderly taking care of his wounds. Her kind voice softly assures him everything will be alright soon.
She is plotting something, he initially thinks. Probably trying to win his affection to help her clan claim complete control over him.
Wonbeom wonders if he has gone mad for wanting her constant presence beside him even if it is a part of her cunning scheme.
A true blessing was gifted to Kim Soyong.
The best pleasure known to humankind.
She felt a positive effect right away as her healthy appetite was back for the first time since labor. Her boundless energy made Court Lady Choi suspicious she was up to some mischief. She just felt so light and relaxed – oh, she never felt happier!