Mistress Myeong was seething. "I cannot allow that. I would not tolerate such a thing. That ratchet girl is not fit for you, not even as a concubine. Sung-Ho, my dearest, we cannot stoop so low. Not now when the king offered one of his sisters to you. How would the princess feel to be sharing this household with that woman? We cannot offend the sacred bone." The old woman's tone went up a notch. "And what if you have your first son with that foundling Min-Jun picked up from who knows where? Imagine a true born, with such strange eyes! Our pure blood tinted. Oh, the shame, the scrutiny… How could I bear it?" she lamented.
Sung-Ho got more annoyed by the minute at the superficial points his mother was making, when people out there were fearing terrible fates and he committed awful deeds. How could she question the gift of having a male heir? As if the gods would allow that when he was a terrible man.
