Black Corporation: Joseon - Chapter 634

Episode 634 Now in Beijing… (4)

The aftermath of Emperor Gyeongtae’s edict was enormous.

As soon as the edict was issued throughout the central plains, numerous Geonmunmun and Jumungyu that had been moving beneath the surface began to rise to the surface in the Gangnam area.

And just as the subjects of the Ming Empire had expected, commerce began to unfold.

“I am the real Hyejero!”

“No, I am the truth!”

“That’s ridiculous! Abamama volunteered! “I am Ju Joon-gyu, who inherited that legacy!”

“no! “I am the real Jumungyu!”

While they were arguing with each other, each claiming to be true, information about them flowed into the royal courts of the Ming and Empire.

* * *

Late at night, Han Myeong-hoe raised a tray full of documents.

“This is new information about the mourning that took place in the Gangnam area.”

“Leave it there and leave.”

“yes. your majesty.”

Hyang glanced at the pile of documents put down by Han Myeong-hoe and stretched out his arm to the brazier placed on one side. After pouring black bean tea from the kettle that had warmed up on the brazier, he mixed it with tarak (駝酪 milk) and candy, and then brought it to his mouth and looked at the new documents.

“Hmm… Hmm…” Hyang-

hyang, who was looking at the documents with a somber expression, suddenly spewed out the black bean tea he was drinking.

“Puhup! Wow! Cough! “Cough!”

“your majesty! Are you okay!”

“I will call the doctor!”

Surprised by the sight of Hyang pounding his chest, the merchants tried to urgently call a medical doctor, but Hyang waved his hand to dissuade them.

“Oh no. are you okay! I just heard a rumor. “There is no need to make a fuss.”

“No! I will call the doctor right away! What are you doing! “Hurry and call the royal doctor!”

The merchant ships, full of professionalism, were shouted at and the officers ran outside to diligently search for the fishermen.

“It’s okay…”

Even as she said that, Hyang’s eyes were shaking violently as she looked down at the documents.

It was because of the title written at the top of the document.

-Those who claim that they are the reincarnation of Hyeje or his son.

* * *

After a while, Eui hurriedly ran over to Hyang, grabbed Hyang’s arm, took her pulse, and reported it to Hyang.

“It doesn’t look like there’s anything major wrong. However, since the case has shocked your vitality and heart, I will provide you with a decoction.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s too much praise.”

When the doctor withdrew, Hyang looked at the documents again with a serious expression.

‘Let’s see… when the rebellion broke out…’

The 7th year of King Taejo of Joseon (1398) was the ‘year of the coup’ for the Ming and Joseon Dynasty.

In Joseon, the ‘First Prince’s Rebellion’ occurred, and in the Ming Dynasty, the ‘Rebellion of Jeongnan’ occurred.

‘According to what I learned, Joo Yun-moon was approximately in his early 20s at the time. If he survived then, he would now be in his early 70s. My son, Joon-gyu Ju, is approximately in his early 50s…’

Hyang, who had been doing the calculations, looked at the documents again and nodded.

‘Most of those who claimed to be reincarnated are in their 30s. In that case, I would have no choice but to claim that I was a reincarnation. The problem is…’

Hyanghyang, who had been thinking that far, said something without realizing it.

“Is it really real?”

“yes? your majesty. “Your Majesty, could you please say it again?”

The officers and magistrates who did not understand properly complained to Hyang, but Hyang waved his hand.

“It’s nothing. “I read such an absurd story that I was left speechless.”

“yes.”

Ching! Okay!

Hyang muttered to himself as he looked at the historians and bookkeepers writing down those words in type.

‘I said it was absurd, but I feel uneasy that it may not be so. Because that person is here!’

Since he himself was a reincarnation, it was a scent that could not be dismissed as nonsense.

* * *

The next morning.

The hottest topic among the ministers attending the assembly was ‘reincarnation’.

“Are they really reincarnated? “Is reincarnation even possible?”

Minister of Foreign Affairs Heo Hu answered Lee Sa-cheol’s question.

“In Toban (old Tibet), it is said that when the Dalai Lama dies, he is reincarnated as the next Dalai Lama, but this has not been confirmed to be true.”

“What were the followers of those claiming to be reincarnated thinking? “Is there any physical evidence?”

Kim Jeom responded to Kim Jong-seo’s point.

“When I looked at the reports, they all contained similar information. ‘He showed an extraordinary appearance from a young age, and his demeanor and words and actions were of extraordinary class.’ ‘It was as if I had learned it in advance because I had studied it for a long time.’ “Perhaps it was as if he had been reincarnated because he behaved differently from others and had a brilliant mind.”

“Hmm…”

Everyone nodded at Kim Jeom’s explanation. Looking at that, Hyang asked a question.

“Do you think those who claim to be reincarnated have a chance of winning over other competitors?”

Hwang Hee was the first to answer Hyang’s question.

“They will be the first to be eliminated.”

“Hoo? The reason is?”

“First of all, if we think about the case of those who say that Hyeje’s son was reincarnated, it is like this. He was only six or seven years old when he disappeared from the palace in Nanjing. No matter how much he was crowned as crown prince, at that age he would have been learning the thousand characters, let alone the Emperor’s studies. Even if such a young child was reincarnated, what experience would he have to discuss the world? If his followers think even a little calmly, they will be immediately abandoned. The same goes for those who claim to be the reincarnation of Hyeje. “The fact that he is so young compared to those who claim to be the actual Emperor Hye or the son of Emperor Hye, not a reincarnation, will tie their own necks.”

“What would it be like if you were truly reincarnated?”

Hwang Hee answered firmly to Hyang’s question.

“It may be Hyeje, but even if his son is real, there is absolutely no chance.”

After answering that far, Hwang Hee carefully asked Hyang.

“Your Majesty, you have rarely asked such deep questions. Are you interested in reincarnation?”

Hwang Hee’s face as she asked the question was full of worry. Since ancient times, when the monarch of a country dreamed of immortality, it most likely led to the ruin of the country. In particular, if a person with outstanding ability falls into such a path, it can lead to an even more fatal catastrophe.

Hyang, perhaps aware of Hwang Hee’s feelings, smiled and answered.

“ah! It’s no big deal. If reincarnation is possible, I thought, why not reincarnate again with His Majesty Sang-tae and you all and try to lead this country? “If we serve His Majesty the Sangha and lead the government together with his officers, wouldn’t we be able to easily overcome any difficulty?”

Hwang Hee bowed her head and responded to Hyang’s words.

“I am truly devastated that you think so highly of my beliefs, which are full of shortcomings!”

“I am devastated!”

The ministers responded by bowing their heads at the same time as Hwang Hee said, but inwardly they were crying out something else.

‘Let’s work together again? Even if I have to grab Buddha by the collar, I won’t be reincarnated!’

‘No matter what happens at that time, I won’t go to work!’

Hyang continued speaking with a smile, as if he knew how the ministers felt.

“ruler! “Let’s stop here and move on!”

* * *

That night, alone in the bed, Hyang sat with his arms crossed and lost in thought.

‘It’s not a joke, it could be a really serious problem. I’m the one involved. ‘There’s no law preventing cheaters from appearing in that neighborhood, right?’

Hyang, who was thinking about various cases, burst into laughter.

“Heh! “Let’s just sleep.”

‘You said you were surprised when you saw the lid of the pot, right? If you were like me, you would have stood out a long time ago. But there isn’t one, right? The thief said, “Please, I’m going crazy….”

He was sighing, settling the situation, and going to sleep.

* * *

When Gangnam in the central region was in full swing, Giovanni from Florence visited Joseon alone.

“Why did you come alone with those who came with you then?”

Giovanni answered quietly to Huhu’s question.

“There has been some secret cooperation between us in Florence and your country.”

“secret? Cooperation? what?”

“It has to do with Suez.”

“huh? “Let’s talk about it in more detail.”

After hearing Cosimo de’ Medici’s suggestions brought by Giovanni, Hu Hu compiled them and reported them to the governor.

Hwang Hee, who heard Heo Hu’s report in Daejeon, immediately asked a question as soon as Heo Hu finished speaking.

“Do you have any documents proving that what that guy named Giovanni said is true?”

“doesn’t exist.”

Hwang Hee’s face frowned at Heo Hu’s answer.

“Then how can you believe that what he said was the will of Cosimo de Medici, the head of the Medici family? “Couldn’t it have been a scam done out of a desire to make a name for oneself?”

“He said he couldn’t keep the documents because it was being carried out secretly between the Ottomans and the Portuguese.”

“Hmm…”

In response to Heo Hu’s answer, Hyang and Hwang Hee nodded with expressions of agreement.

What Medici was doing now could be seen as a stab in the back of Portugal and the Ottomans. Of course, they had to move in secret and could not receive Ottoman or Portuguese escort. However, if he led a large guard force, the Ottomans and Portuguese would immediately notice. In the end, they had to make the dangerous journey to Aden with only a small escort.

Therefore, Giovanni’s words about not creating documents for security reasons made sense.

“Even if the document is okay, the proposal is a bit odd. Minister of Foreign Affairs. “Please bring Giovanni here immediately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

After a while, Giovanni entered Geunjeongjeon at the command of the head.

“I come to see His Majesty the Emperor of the Korean Federal Empire.”

Giovanni faced the incense and bowed politely.

“Despite the difficult road, I am glad that I came this far.”

“That’s too much praise.”

The scent that praised Giovanni like that began to put pressure on him in earnest.

“I know that your family, the Medici family, is a great family. Even though we are from a merchant family, many nobles cannot do anything rashly, and even the kings of great countries listen to what you say, right?”

“It may seem like I’m showing off, but most people are.”

“And yet you brought this as a suggestion?”

“yes? “What do you mean?”

“Are you saying that the proposal you mentioned is really Cosimo de’ Medici’s proposal to shake up Europe?”

“yes? “Oh, that…”

Giovanni was lost in the sudden ferocity of the scent’s words and began to panic, and the scent hit him fiercely.

“I heard that I asked you to hand over 5 pennies out of the 40% share that our empire requested! What can you do with these 5 pennies? If you think about this again, you can calculate that out of the 60% share that you and the Portuguese Ottomans will take, you can only get about 100% at best! “Is what Jim said wrong?”

“That thing…”

“Why can’t I answer!”

Giovanni, who could not give a proper answer, had to be beaten back and forth by the perfume’s harsh words.

“Even if you add up the 10% share that your family owns, it is 50%! 50%! If a conflict arises between Portugal and the Ottomans, it means that there will be a tug-of-war! I’m glad it just ends in a tug-of-war. In order to pass the agenda, you have to make concessions that you don’t have to make! Then why should we suffer a loss of 5 pennies!”

“Oh, that’s it…”

“There’s nothing more to say! If your family wants to talk about this with Jim, secure at least 10% of the stake plus at least 1 penny! If you exceed 50% when you join us, I will listen to your story again then! Go back! Go and tell this to your matriarch. ‘If you want to act as a counterweight, take the right weight!’”