The Joseon Prince Went To America And Didn’t Return – 122



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“Welcome Deputy Morgan. It’s been a while Mrs. Morgan.”

This banquet will be held at our home for couples only.

Morgan Jr. has been traveling and working out west with his wife for the past six months.

I’ve been living with my wife until now.

Just think about calling him alone on the last day.

It’s going to look very strange.

“Okay sit over here. Mrs. Morgan you can sit right next to Vice President Morgan.”

“Yes thank you.”

Tomorrow afternoon Morgan Jr. leaves the West by train.

So I invited all the famous Westerners who had been close to the Morgan family for the past six months to my house.

“Ah! Hello? Representative Smith.”

“How have you been?”

“Yes sir. How is your child doing?”

“Thanks.”

On the surface it was to commemorate his homecoming.

But there was another meaning.

‘Are you saying these are all Morgan’s people?’

I wanted to absorb Morgan’s western connections.

Because the Western celebrities who gathered at our house seemed like a quality human resource.

‘Out of sight out of mind’ they say.

Well it’s okay if you don’t become my person.

That means he’s Morgan’s confidant.

This means that I am someone to be wary of in the West.

‘Most people have more of a connection to JP Morgan than to Morgan Jr.’

Even if you don’t know your son Morgan Jr. your father JP Morgan is a man who can hit you in the back of the head at any time.

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This time too it was like that.

Didn’t they try to make a profit by buying Japanese government bonds at a cheap price?

Going back further he tried to take all the credit for overcoming the financial crisis for himself.

‘Who is Morgan’s western henchman?’

There might be someone here who can diligently relay my news from the West.

I rolled my eyes intently and observed how the people gathered here behaved.

“Okay let’s start with dinner. I hope you all like it.”

“Your Majesty.”

“Huh? What’s going on? Vice President Morgan.”

Morgan whispered softly.

“Thank you.”

“No.”

Morgan Jr. thought that the banquet was truly showing his appreciation and that they were treating him so extravagantly.

Maybe that’s why as soon as he saw the faces of the people attending the banquet he kept smiling brightly.

“Oh my it’s so delicious.”

“Okay. What’s the recipe for this?”

Until dinner we will all be together regardless of gender.

After that the men-only business talk will begin on the second floor.

That means women dominate the conversation until dinner time.

Women tend to speak faster higher-pitched and more like a machine gun than men so once they take the initiative they don’t let it go.

Look.

Aren’t the women already leading the conversation by talking about recipes?

“Oh my prince.”

“How are you feeling?”

The ladies gathered at our house began to pour out what they wanted to say.

Among them were my health issues.

Everyone pretends to know me scanning my body with sparkling eyes.

“You’re not feeling too well yet are you?”

“That’s not true. Thanks to the concern and prayers of the distinguished guests I was able to recover my health. I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to everyone.”

The wives of the celebrities stopped swinging their knives their bodies shaking as if their mouths were itching.

“The bad guys who attacked the prince. Have they all been arrested?”

This news is already widely reported in the newspapers.

But people want to hear the hidden story from the person involved.

Because it is considered a privilege that only a select few can enjoy.

“….”

As I hesitated for a moment a broad-minded lady spoke first.

“You said that everything was wiped out thanks to Inspector Francis here?”

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“Oh really?”

Francis is the prosecutor who arrested Abe Luap who had been keeping me in check during my early days of immigration on corruption charges.

I smiled brightly and lifted Francis who was sitting next to me because he could be seen as a benefactor.

“Thanks to Francis’s outstanding investigative skills I can now sleep soundly. The federal government must have heard about this because they offered me the position of Deputy Director of the Bureau of Investigation at the Justice Department. Oh! That’s right. Inspector Francis. That position. What are you going to do?”

“I intend to accept. I will move to Washington next month.”

“Oh really?”

“yes.”

“That went well.”

The Bureau of Investigation is the predecessor to the FBI.

For his work in this investigation Francis was promoted to Deputy Director of the Investigative Bureau.

‘And go on to become the FBI Director.’

I took a step closer to Francis and whispered something to him so that only he could hear it but not in front of everyone else.

“Go higher. I will cheer you on with all my might.”

“yes.”

People wondered what the two of us were talking about.

But when I kept my mouth shut he frowned slightly and continued talking.

“This prince?”

“Please speak Mrs. Jason.”

“They say that due to strong protests from Washington all the ringleaders who were staying in Japan were repatriated.”

As I nodded this time too the timid guest began to pour out all the information he knew on my behalf.

“Oh I heard that story too. Among those who were repatriated three were vicious criminals who murdered the prince’s mother. Is that right?”

“Oh my… Really?”

Some women covered their mouths with their hands.

He expressed his surprise with his whole body.

“I heard that some of those vicious criminals committed terrible acts on the prince’s mother after murdering her.”

A clueless noun named David put this fact a little strongly.

A few women sensitive to strong language covered their ears.

But some of them asked him again apparently interested.

“What the hell? What do you mean? Did you touch the body?”

“Yes it will be exactly as horrible as you imagine.”

“Oh my oh my. What should I do?”

Since the table was already set there was no need for me to step forward.

I kept my mouth shut and watched how things would turn out.

“They really were such shameless guys. I didn’t know that until now and I thought everything about Japan was good.”

“me too.”

“me too.”

People are gossiping.

Perhaps they were whispering to each other about how Queen Min was murdered and what happened after that.

It would be very rude to ask me that outright.

‘If it were my biological mother it would make my blood boil…’

As a Korean living in the United States I possessed Lee Kang’s body so I had no personal feelings toward Queen Min.

Of course Lee Kang the original owner of the body had feelings for the dead Queen Min but he was a person who hated her extremely.

That’s why.

I let the rich continue to grind on the millstones of the rich.

If she could be of any help to the Korean Empire in this way then perhaps the punishment for the crimes of the cruel Queen Min could be reduced even a little.

“My husband suffered so much mentally that he tossed and turned in bed a lot until three months ago.”

Ethel who had been quietly standing next to me stepped forward.

Then everyone became quiet.

Everyone looked curious about what she and I would say.

“It’s a lot better now but it still hurt my heart so much for a while.”

Ethel gently takes my hand.

What is this?

Is this a signal?

It’s time to squeeze the juice.

“Yes. I keep thinking of my late mother so I can’t help but stop….”

I interpreted Ethel’s signal in my own way and shed tears.

Men in this era had to be macho and strong.

But since she was telling the story of her mother’s murder at the hands of a murderer it seemed acceptable to shed a tear or two.

“I still dream sometimes. That’s why I sometimes imagine this. If I had been as strong as I am now I could have prevented this.”

“….”

“….”

Women gathered at the party.

And some of the male symbols shed tears along with me.

okay.

Wapanism will no longer have a place in the minds of those gathered today.

Now Japan will be considered a den of unscrupulous people.

That went well.

It went very well.

“Okay let’s change the subject. Why should we write about such gloomy stories on such a happy day?”

At the right time Jason cheered people up.

okay.

I can’t keep dragging my feet like this forever.

“Oh my! This prince.”

His wife looked at my wrist and clapped her hands as if to respond.

“Is that the watch on your wrist? Is that the watch you wore at your last wedding?”

The attention of the guests attending the party was turned to my wrist.

A watch is one of the luxuries allowed to men along with a belt.

Everyone looked at it with envious eyes.

“I don’t think I saw you at our engagement ceremony…”

Mrs. Morgan who had been quiet finally opened her mouth.

She subtly emphasized the fact that she had been invited to the engagement party.

okay.

oh my.

They seem to be desperate to promote their husbands here and there.

‘It looks like she’s going to float me and float my husband at the same time.’

As expected Morgan also seems to have found a good wife.

Looking at her she seems to be a woman with a lot of insight.

“I didn’t ask on the wedding day but I guess you got it made for your one and only wedding.”

Mrs. Morgan asked me for information about the new gift.

I paused for a moment gently pulling my head back with my right hand so that everyone could see.

“Yes. Ethel gave it to me as a gift to commemorate our wedding this time.”

“I see. Somehow….”

“That prince.”

“Please speak Mrs. Smith.”

Mrs. Smith known in San Francisco society for her lack of tact.

I stared blankly wondering what kind of strange question he would ask today.

As expected the words that came out of her mouth were abrupt.

“These days luminous watches that glow in the dark are all the rage right?”

“Oh that radium watch?”

“yes.”

A living radioactive weapon.

Why are you asking me that?

I looked at her with a very curious expression.

Mrs. Smith rolled her eyes and made a strange expression.

“I heard that members of royal families in Europe are buying one and wearing it. What do you think Prince?”

hmm.

I’m not being too sensitive am I?

This prince who is more trendy than anyone else is a member of the royal family so why isn’t he wearing such a modern watch?

It seems to be saying.

“Ah… that.”

When I tried to answer Mrs. Smith’s question.

Ethel stepped in and answered Mrs. Smith’s questions.

“I originally planned to give one as a gift but my husband insisted on it. Unfortunately I had to remove it from the wedding gift list.”

“Is that so?”

“yes.”

At Ethel’s answer several women looked at her with curious expressions.

“What do you mean by ‘I strongly urge you’?”

When Mrs. Smith asks again Ethel puts a hand on my shoulder and glances at me.

“Even though he doesn’t seem like it on the outside my husband has a very strong faith.”

huh?

What are you talking about?

Didn’t you go to church just once more after the wedding?

I wanted to thank Pastor Paul for giving me the Bible.

But he is a true believer.

‘Is Ethel trying to lift me up too?’

I was a professional lobbyist.

One is level 9 in terms of intuition.

That’s why I didn’t show it at all and just pretended that what Ethel said was right.

At this Ethel made a face as if reminiscing about the past for a moment then quickly mentioned this to the women gathered in one place.

“Oh did you see the blood-stained Bible stored in the exhibition hall earlier?”

“Oh yes.”

“This prince’s anecdote is very famous.”

“That’s right. Everyone who lives here in San Francisco has probably heard of it.”

ah!

A story we’ve heard countless times over the past six months is being brought up again.

A touching story of how the Bible protected me.

Ethel subtly praised me and shared some of the conversation we had last time with the guests at the party.

“I think our husband felt an ominous feeling from the radium watch.”

“is it so?”

“Yes. A mineral that glows on its own is said to be against the providence of God or something… Am I right?”

“Huh? That’s right.”

If you wear that you won’t live long.

How bad is radiation for your body?

Well if I explain this openly it won’t be useful for anything else.

I explained to Ethel in order to make up an excuse.

She then packaged it up and introduced it to the celebrities of the West.

“Anyway that’s why I exchanged my watch for a gift. Now that I think about it I think it was a good choice. Classic things don’t go out of style. Trendy gifts are seasonal.”

Ethel tells this story.

She stressed that it was not because her family was ‘poor’ or ‘unwise’ that she did not give him a radium watch as a gift.

“for a moment.”

“Oh my this….”

“This is the famous ‘pink heart’.”

Working hard since earlier.

He was showing his wrists to people here and there.

I think she put on the engagement/wedding ring that she had been keeping carefully.

People began to take interest in Ethel’s ring.

“I heard that the prince even started a company for the lady?”

“Oh my so sweet.”

Ethel is smiling brightly as compliments are pouring in from all over.

My wife Ethel quickly became serious and called out Mrs. Smith’s name.

“Mrs. Smith.”

“yes?”

“I’m sorry but from now on please call me ‘Princess’ or ‘Princess Lee.’”

“….”

“You’re married but aren’t you a bit like that?”

This is like.

It sounded like ‘You and I are not on the same level anymore.’

Some European women who had titles reacted with an expression of surprise.

But some of the western natives frowned slightly and looked at Ethel with envy and disgust.

“Oh yes Your Majesty.”

“thank you.”

Is this a fight between women?

Sweat naturally runs down my back.

“Oh! I brought a gift for the princess.”

Mrs. Jason who had been trying hard to look good to Ethel gave her a gift.

“Your Highness you really like champagne don’t you? My husband brought some back from his business trip to France. Would you like a glass?”

It is a gift that targets personal taste.

Ethel smiled brightly and responded to Mrs. Jason’s suggestion.

“I’m fine.”

“Huh? You don’t like champagne? I heard that the princess likes champagne a lot.”

“No. I don’t mean to disrespect Mrs. Jason’s goodwill.”

Ethel glanced at me and nodded as if talking to herself.

“You shouldn’t drink alcohol from now on.”

“?”

“….”

“….”

The guests all frowned and asked what was going on.

But I alone looked at Ethel’s face with a surprised expression.

Because I knew right away what she meant by that.

“Ethel perhaps?”

We once had a conversation about prenatal education right after the wedding.

During this time harmful foods medicines and wrong behaviors for children were widely spread among the public.

Can’t you get a rough idea just from what we talked about today?

It was a time when people casually wore radioactive watches on their wrists.

At the same time drinks laced with cocaine were sold at the supermarket.

I warned Ethel about some precautions she needed to take referring to royal traditions as I wanted my children to be born healthy.

But you know.

Ethel is mentioning one of these now.

“Yes I am pregnant.”

“Really?”

The guests who were listening to our conversation began to gossip.

I looked at Edelman ignoring the reactions of such guests.

Then Ethel asked for my hand.

“Yes. I think it’s been about three months. Give me your hand. Do you want to touch it?”

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