Just as Kim Jong-Seo had anticipated, at sunrise the next morning a rider came with a letter for him. Only it did not contain the expected information. Instead, it was a missive from the court. As soon as he finished reading the letter, he called for his son. Jun-Ho entered his father's room five minutes later, wearing a slightly worried expression on his face.
Kim Jong-Seo was sitting on his mattress, with his feet crossed underneath his robes. His face was serious, and a small crease was forming on his forehead as he perused a large sheet of paper. In front of him laid a small wooden table containing papers and books, stacked neatly on one side. The other side was occupied by brushes and writing materials.
"You called for me, father?" Jun-Ho asked quietly, taking a sit on the floor in front of his father.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about something." Kim Jong-Seo said, placing the letter he had just read on the small table.
