How ironic. The seasonal banquet was where he first encountered the greedy king. Probably about a week and days later, he even had his first conversation with him. Yet now, Sungho was attending the grand funeral for the king at the royal cemetery region of Hwangmok.
Everyone was covered in hemp clothing when they audited. The men paired their attire with hats while the women wore their veils, all were made out of the same fabric of their clothes. Sungho was dressed the same as women, the long veil was stretched out on the back of his head.
Some wept while the others silently mourned as they watched the palace guards gently lowering the coffin—the rectangular, black lacquered wooden casket containing the king's body—into the pit dug in the ground.
The grand funeral was held without a speech from the royal family. They remained quiet as they waited for the palace guards to finish burying the coffin. They were grieving in silence—or were they really?
Heya, how are you doing? I'm doing perfectly fine. Life has decided to continue and torment me again last week, which why I asked for a break. And yes, I'm getting busy but I want to finish this novel and move onto another.
I'm coming back with a new schedule update. I'll be updating a minimum of two chapters a week every Monday and Wednesday.
Regarding the second novel, I'm still deciding either to continue with modern or make it traditional. But I'm comfortable with the last one, therefore there's a great chance it'll change to traditional.