New Vengeful Life - Taekook
Helping the worthy candidate
People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
The world is a dangerous place to live, not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if
evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows
disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people.
Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.
The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.
Or is it that slow paced evil creeps in when it espies and envies happiness, and then takes a deliberate foul delight in spoiling it?
The devil did not need to work at all when people were so willing to do his dirty work for him.
Here also, the level at which people were falling down day by day, proving there own self, how low they are, how shameless they are is just the beginning.
And he is advancing Advancing in slow pace cause he is being provoked. Each word they say, each emotion they prevail all just shouts all along once - "We need Jungkook dead. "
But the truth is they have underestimated some one whom hell as sent back for vengeance. He is not the naive, innocent, flower boy any more. He has came back for revenge and so shall he get cause these people were the same - bent tail of a dog, never to get straight.
In the garden’s reception pavilion, Xia Yan was dressed in a primly-coloured short-sleeved satin lined jacket and a cyan woven silk pleated flare skirt. The garments were tightly fastened around her waist without any ease to spare. Although she was already a mother of two, she appeared to remain slender; just like the young girls in the cusp of their spring.
When compared to the many concubines in the residence, she was precisely like a slender and elegant silhouette of a pure white lotus. On top of that, she had a faint image of a scholarly, literary lady and hence, seemed like an extremely rare, and beautiful woman.
As Jeon Jung Hoon gaze fell upon her, it became rather gentle.
Jeon Jung Hoon
salanghaneun anae !
Xia Yan ( Jungkook's step mother )
nampyeon ! ( smiled widely )
Jeon Jung Hoon
It must have been hard for you. All these years. . . . ( gaze filled with tenderness )
Jeon Sui
( stepped forward with a smile ) Father has returned.
Jeon Jung Hoon
I brought some playthings for you; later, I will have someone bring them to your courtyard. ( smiled with all love and gentleness )
Jeon Dong Ah, who was talking with the Old Jeon Madame, suddenly thought of something as he said. . .
Jeon Dong Ah
Didn’t second hyung just return home too, why have I not seen him in person yet?
Jeon jungkook
Jeon Jungkook greets Esteemed Father.
Simultaneously, both Jeon jung hoon and Jeon Dong Ah directed their gazes toward the direction of the voice, and then saw a young boy with beautiful demeanour, dressed in a crimson hemstitched double layered jacket, move forward. His clothes seemed simple yet vibrant. He looked eternally handsome as well as beautiful at the same time. He looked like a small innocent boy but his demeanor was someone from royalty. The way he took his steps, stood, looked a here and there with dark brown orbs shuffling and his voice showing authority even if it was gentle froze this father-son duo.
Jeon jungkook
Aboji... ( said as he stood before Jung hoon)
In disbelief, the two people could hardly take a measure of him; this was the second young master of the Jeon mansion that had just returned from the village manor? In comparison to himself from five years ago and now, Jungkook seemed like a changed person. From inside and out, there was hardly any trace of the figure of the little boy of the past.
At that instant when he had looked at him, Jungkook was, for a split second, distracted. In his heart, a trace of indecipherable emotion, that seemed like both sorrow and joy, emerged.
At that time, just like this, his own biological father ruthlessly had him dragged into the main Buddhist hall of the imperial mausoleum. In the full presence of all the civil and military officials of the imperial court, he had been labeled and prosecuted with the criminal charge of being a seducter that ruined the country.
Lying face down on the floor, he could barely believe what he had heard as hiz eyes widened. In contrast, his gaze towards Jungkook was one of an extreme indifference and heartlessness.
After he had been imprisoned and tormented by Jeon Sui, in addition to hearing news of his implicating the entire Park family, he had heard of his own father’s steady rise in officialdom.
In his advancement, he had been promoted to the highest rank among the officials and ultimately, becoming recognised as the extended relative (an esteemed figure) of the Empress’s family.
As he put on his official robes, had he ever thought of the blood of JungKook's that he had spilled in sacrifice for his official seal?
Moreover, Jeon Jung Hoon was precisely such a person. For Jeon Sui , for Jeon Dong Ah, for Xia Yan and most of all, for himself, he would have him and Park Min Ji, Jeon Namjoon even the entire Park family become the paving stones to lay a road for his success. In his past life, or even now, had Jung hoon ever truly regarded them as his family?
Hate. . . . how could he not be filled with hatred. When he had become a human swine that was completely non-ambulant because of Jeon Sui, when he had personally seen his young child being raped by a powerful official, who could possibly be able to understand the extreme sorrow, suffering and anguish that one would feel to the very core of their bones?
Since the underworld would not receive people like him and had made him return to the human world, then, how could he not resign himself to let these people have a taste of what it felt like to experience hell on earth. From the moment of his rebirth, he had already renounced all kinship with Jeon Jung Hoon and was bent on revenge.
Jeon jungkook
It’s good that you have returned.
Jeon Jung Hoon
( just nodded )
Jeon Dong Ah
( bowed a little and came closer to Jungkook )
Jeon Dong Ah
I never thought hyung would become such a eternal one while staying in the rural area.
Jeon jungkook
Rural village is a place of naturalism's birth. Mountains and rivers you see... all crystal clear...
Jeon Dong Ah
That hyung has returned with such a grace and examplary looks, i wish for his well being.
Old Jeon Madame
After the passing of the New Year, Dong Ah would then need to participate in the imperial examinations; did the teachers of Imperial Academy say anything? ( said suddenly )
Jeon Dong Ah
They did not say anything yet, halmeoni.
Jeon Jung Hoon
Passing the imperial examination will not be an issue, it’s only uncertain how you would rank.( pats Dong Ah's back )
Jeon Dong Ah
Whatever the case, everything that should be put in order (bribes) has already been settled.
Just at this time when everyone was in an amicable and friendly mood, abruptly, a voice interjected. . . . .
With a faint smile gracing his face as he walked forth, he had a sort of misty-soft beauty. Unexpectedly, unlike the usual tenderness and suppleness of the men's of government officials, his delicate bearing did not have the slightest trace of artificiality and seemed as if it had been deeply engraved into his very bones.
This precisely described the Fifth concubine, Eun woo.
Regardless of any protests or obstruction given, Jeon Jung Hoon, a person who had quite a reputation, had stubbornly bought this star courtesan from the male brothel of Fireworks district.
Initially, he had wanted to gift him to a superior, however, he had eventually become the Fifth concubine in the mansion . Due to this, considerable harm had been brought to Jung Hoon's reputation. At that time, there had been rumours that Xia Yan had even made some noise over this with him, but finally, the matter had remained unresolved.
In his past life, by the time Jungkook had returned, Eun woo had already reached the point of being a rival to Xia Yan that could equally match up on par.
Nevertheless, due to Xia Yan being pregnant once more, Eun woo had then bribed some servants to induce Xia Yan into a miscarriage. However, in the end, he was unsure of what happened but his plot had been exposed.
Jeon Jung Hoon had become furious and then had Eun woo confined to his courtyard. Yet, Eun woo had, by his own accord, ultimately hung himself .
In contrast, for a person that had come from the Fireworks district, a place of brotherls and courtesans Eun woo possessed the charmingness that a young boy from an official family would not have. For men, this would aptly be filled with loveliness that was extremely attractive and mesmerising. Jung hoon was fond of talented young boys and girls , Xia Yan had talent and Eun woo did not lack any either; he was capable and well-educated.
Therefore, ever since Eun woo had entered the Jeon's mansion, the reality was that Xia Yan was no longer only intelligent and charmingly understanding beauty anymore.
The new year had just begun, and the days seemed to carry within them the hint of spring. The sun had actually shone brightly for a few days, and the capital was especially bustling with noise and excitement. An atmosphere of joy was everywhere.
However, the students of the Imperial Academy were in no mood to enjoy the happy atmosphere of the new year, as they were all preparing for the preliminary round of the imperial examinations taking place in less than two weeks’ time.
Within the academy, the students were busily discussing strategy, while in the courtyard outside, the Master of Records was in conversation with the Chancellor of the Academy.
Manager of records
This lowly official thinks that there are several promising candidates in this round of the examination
Chancellor of academy
Come, tell me what you think.
Manager of records
Min Yoongi, Sung Sae Joon and Seok Jin.
Manager of records
These three have achieved exemplary results, whether it pertains to the Four Books, the Five Classics, the Law, or the Art of Mathematics.
Chancellor of academy
( just looked otherway without reply )
Manager of records
Does Sir think that this is inappropriate? Would it please you to share your thoughts?
Chancellor of academy
Seok Jin is not bad, but the essay he submitted to the Emperor on current affairs, giving advice on policy, was somewhat biased.
Chancellor of academy
His grasp of the current political situation in the dynasty is not sound, and thus he cannot help being rather extreme.
Manager of records
Min Yoongi is from an impoverished family, so it is no wonder that he is unclear of the current political situation.
Chancellor of academy
I think Jeon Dong Ah is not bad. I have read his essay, and he attends to all aspects. He is talented.
Manager of records
He is too polished. He puts forward bland but empty arguments- which cannot be a good thing.
Chancellor of academy
What you and I say is of no importance. In the end, it is the Emperor’s opinion that matters. ( smiles lightly )
When the morning classes were over, the students walked out of the Imperial Academy in twos and threes.
The crowd of high-spirited young men walked out, smiling and chatting. However, behind them, a lone figure remained at the gate of the Imperial Academy. His figure was tall and slender, and he wore a blue garment which had been washed so often that the colour had faded. He was fair-skinned and his features were delicate. However, he gave off the aura of barely concealed resentment and isolation.
He looked from afar at the backs of the young men in front of him, and disdain briefly flashed across his face.
This person was Seok Jin, whom Recorder and Chancellor had been talking about earlier. He was unlike the other scholars preparing for the imperial examination in that he was not from the nobility.
Seok Jin came from an impoverished family background, and his only family was a widowed mother. Seok Jin's mother had an old friend in the capital who was a member of the upper class, and she found a way to have him admitted into the Imperial Academy.
When Seok jin entered the academy, he swore that he would excel in order to repay his mother’s sacrificial love and nurture.
Most of the young men from noble families in the academy were of the idle sort; all they had were their names and reputations, which they did not live up to. Seok Jin despised them heartily.
Seok Jin returned to the academy’s study residence, where he was the only person in residence.
As he placed his textbooks on the table, he turned his head and was startled to discover that a letter had been placed on the table at some indeterminate time.
The academy’s servants would only enter the study residence to tidy up, so he had no idea who could have left the letter there. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked the letter up and opened it. As he did so, a sheet of snow-white paper fell out.
When he unfolded it, he was greeted by a line of vigorously written, cleanly delineated characters...
The text in the letter. . .
I heard that in the past, wise men governed the nation by emphasising honour, morals and customs, and the nation flourished. When these wise men departed, the nation declined. Therefore, the right way to govern a nation is by honour, morals and customs. However, others say that, while all these sentiments are good, they are not effective in controlling and managing the people. Balance must be achieved by means of law and order that all people adhere to so that the nation can experience prosperity and stability. This person is a foolish child who is still perplexed by this despite much thought, and I seek my gracious lord’s opinion (that is, which do you believe works better and why).
This was a common practice among the Academy’s scholars. If there was a topic or question which one could not understand and needed to discuss, then one would write a letter detailing one’s doubts or queries.
However, because of Seok Jin's low status, no one had ever taken the initiative to seek his opinion on any question. The letter was not signed, so he had no idea who had written it. He pondered over it for a while, but still did not have the slightest clue.
In that moment, his competitive spirit was aroused. He took out a sheet of paper from the writing table, ground his ink stone and set his brush into motion over the paper.
When he had finished writing, he lifted up the paper to blow on it. He was struck by a sudden difficulty – he did not know who had sent him the letter, and thus he had no idea who to give his letter to.
After a moment’s blankness, Seok Jin shook his head and laughed at how obsessed he was. He placed his letter into an envelope, thought for a bit, then placed it on the writing table, deciding to take the entire matter as something of a joke.
However. . . . . .He was not the only person writing. In the Jeon mansion, Jungkook set down his brush. Nam seok lifted the paper from the table and blew on it, while she asked
Nam Seok
Do we send it to the same young man?
Jeon jungkook
Send it a little later, when the day has almost passed.
Nam Seok
Master, this is really not appropriate
Nam Seok
What would we do if others were to find out about it? After all, this young man is a stranger, and the letter is so private . . .
Jeon jungkook
What is there to be afraid of? I didn’t sign the letter.
Jeon jungkook
Moreover, no one is going to make any connection between him and me. After all, we have never met.
Nam Seok
Even so, it’s still strange; since master has never met him, why are you writing such things to him?
Jungkook smiled faintly but made no answer. Seok jin must be reading his first letter at the moment. Jungkook remembered clearly that in his previous life, the top three ranked scholars had been Sung Sae joon, Min yoongi and Jeon Dong Ah. Seok Jin had only placed eighteenth.
However, three years later, the news had broken that the principal examiner at that time had taken bribes. The Emperor, thoroughly incensed, had punished the principal examiner. In the end, after looking through the essays submitted for that year, Seok jin alone had caught his fancy. Seok jin , then a third-rank official, had been promoted steadily, until he finally became the Imperial Grand Tutor.
There was no need to talk about Jeon Dong Ah. In contrast to him, Min yoongi was highly talented. His father, official Min, was the Minister of the Imperial clan, and Min Yoongi was the youngest son.
He was gregarious, excitable and inclined to have less regard for propriety, which could admittedly cause headaches for others. However, his opinions on political affairs were considerably advanced, and must have sounded fresh to the Emperor who had to constantly listen to the safe and conventional views of his gaggle of court officials.
Min yoongi was friendly towards others, and he received favour from the different factions in the imperial court. With someone like this, it was difficult to ascertain which faction he supported, and it could be said that he was neutral. In JungKook's past life, yoongi gave the Eighth Prince endless headaches.
Of course, neither of these two could compare with Seok jin , who had managed to quietly surpass both of them.
While Min yoongi and Sung Sae Joon had the support of their long-standing families, Seok jin was born dirt-poor. Moreover, he was upright and plainspoken when he interacted with others. This kind of person could be appointed to a position without cause for concern. Seok jin was also highly talented.
If, in this lifetime, Jungkook managed to win over such an important person, it would be tantamount to having someone speak on his behalf in the palace.
The night sky was full of lanterns which had been hung up to mark the passing of the year, but had yet to be put away. They brightened the normally pitch-black night with a warm, red glow. Ordinary people strolled along the streets, and the pavilioned stages temporarily erected by travelling performance groups could be seen in all directions. It was extraordinarily lively.
Within the room, a single person leaned against the window, indifferently looking down at the hustle and bustle of the crowds below. The lamp light shone on his profile, which was as elegant as a jade carving.
His long eyelashes were lowered, so that no one was able to clearly read the emotion in his eyes. His clothes were as dark as night, but they were unable to conceal his cold temperament, or his innate grace and elegance.
The curtain was abruptly lifted as a nobleman in green clothes walked in. He was handsome and upright, and his face was wreathed in smiles. This person was Min Yoongi. To the person in black he said. . .
Min Yoongi
Aiyaa. . . . I have not seen you for a long time. Why are you in such a rush this time?
black dressed guy
The Emperor does not know.
Min Yoongi
You are the only person under the heavens who dares to flout imperial decrees so brazenly
Min Yoongi
If only you’d arrived earlier, I wouldn’t have had to eat and drink in the company of that bunch from the Imperial Academy.
black dressed guy
How was the preliminary round of the imperial examination?
Min Yoongi
It was all right. I should be able to muddle my way into the top three.
Min Yoongi
Ah, it’s a shame about Seok jin. Such talent and scholarship. If he were not so obstinate, I would actually consider befriending him.
Min Yoongi
If I am reading Chancellor correctly, I am afraid Seok jin is going to unfairly lose out to Jeon Dong Ah.
black dressed guy
Jeon? ( eyebrows knitted slightly )
Min Yoongi
He is the son of Official Jeon in the Ministry of War. He is really amazing to have such a son who is this capable and spirited.
Min Yoongi
Not a day passes when he doesn’t irritate me. Oh, i hate him.
Min Yoongi
But a few days ago the entire capital was abuzz with talk of the business regarding the Jeon's Secong young master.
Min Yoongi
They say he is really amazing.
black dressed guy
( smirked a little, sighed and looked out )
Min Yoongi
Yaah, but i am annoyed over something.
Min Yoongi
I heard Min Ho say that you had asked him to make enquiries regarding a pretty young boy recently.
Min Yoongi
Which family is he from? Do I know him? ( teases )
black dressed guy
( paid no attention and kept thinking )
Min Yoongi
You don’t have to be shy, there is nothing to be bashful about. When we talk about other things, you outclass me, but when we talk about the relations, you are my inferior. ( said teasingly )
Min Yoongi
Another day, why don’t I take you to a drinking party with that pretty person of yours? Come on, tell me who iz he?
black dressed guy
( still no attention and no reply)
Min Yoongi
With your personality, I honestly have no clue what kind of person would catch your discerning eye. ( sighed as if disappointed )
Min Yoongi
As far as I can see, the capital’s beauties are all too common for you. Only someone who shocks all of society will be suitable.
On hearing this, the black-clad youth’s expression changed slightly.
The memory of that night at the temple floated up in his mind; that young boy in plain cotton clothes, smacking of poverty, his appearance which was exceptionally splendid under the moonlight, and the satisfied smile with which he had surveyed the corpse-filled ground, in contrast to his ice-cold eyes.
The next time they met, his black red clothes were fluttering in the wind, and he was like a mysterious fireball with the Myung Mansion's secrets within his grasp.
From his investigations, Min ho had confirmed that it was this boy's first visit to the Myung mansion . There was absolutely no way he could have known about Myung's secrets, but he did not know what remarkable ability he possessed.
Rumour had it that the son of the Jeon clan was weak and yielding, but he had seen for himself that this was completely untrue. Who was he, really?
Min Yoongi
What are you thinking of, that you’d be so lost in thought?
Min Yoongi
Dont tell me its your pretty boy? ( teased with a funny face )
black dressed guy
Aren't you spouting too much nonsense today?
black dressed guy
I hope you have seen all your beloved ones for final and came here to tease me?
Min Yoongi
For all this prasings, i got a death threat. Wow.
black dressed guy
Shut up.
black dressed guy
Eighth Prince, has been keeping close company with the Prime Minister of late. There’s a lot that is fishy about the preliminary examination- you’d better be extra careful.
black dressed guy
The controls have tightened in recent days as well.
Min Yoongi
Hey brother, why don’t you transfer some of your shadow Guards to me; at present, something is not right in the Imperial Academy, and I am uneasy about Dong Ah .
black dressed guy
All right and keep a close eye on that kid and his family.
Min Yoongi
Your pretty boy?
black dressed guy
( glared at him )
Min Yoongi
Got it. ( bowed )
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