In front of the main hall in the late afternoon, sounds leaked through the tightly closed doors. It was not the low and heavy voice used when discussing state affairs. It was a carefree laughter, like a child's. Even You, who had protected him by his side for over a decade, was hearing this for the first time.
Inside the door, the high-pitched voice of the young concubine Chaeryeong continued, followed only by the melody of the gayageum and the king's low laughter. The court ladies following You bowed their heads in embarrassment.
You stood silently, staring at the door handle of the main hall. She was a woman who knew whose blade left the scar on his shoulder and even which hat string he preferred during his secret outings. However, that laughter was something she had never heard in her life. It was a kind of sound she could not provide.