Chapter 415: Beijing (7)
Two cups of wine were placed side by side.
One reflected the perfect full moon, and the other, with an exquisite and refined curve, was like a crescent moon, symbolizing a broken full moon.
Each was for Saerye Grand Elder and Jeong Yeon-shin.
Beyond the neatly arranged table, Saerye Grand Elder's pale face twisted into an expression hard to describe.
"...He is truly his grandson."
With the finger that had touched Jeong Yeon-shin's cup, he lightly tapped the table. The soft sound echoed under the moonlight.
Her enormous frame, born from martial strength, lent a sense of authority and weight even to the smallest gesture.
"I have rarely heard such arrogant words from the imperial family..."
Saerye Grand Elder seemed to be struck by some peculiar emotion.
At his age, being of the same generation as the legendary fighter Ma Yeon-jeok, his gaze, once looking down upon subordinates from an exalted status, now seemed to be filled with a certain reminiscence.
‘Does he have some connection with my maternal grandfather?’
As Jeong Yeon-shin tried to gauge the inner workings of the high-ranking official before him, Saerye Grand Elder's eyelids, which had briefly lowered, lifted again.