"But, your majesty… It appears that she did sent you letters…" The royal astronomer quietly points out and when his eyes move to the pile of unopened letters from Jung, a lump rises in Wang So's throat.
He thought that she didn't love him anymore, that she decided to spend the rest of her life in the country with Jung.
(And he didn't blame her for that, couldn’t blame her for that; not her, not after everything she has been through in the palace.)

He takes the letters and with trembling hands forces himself to open one. The lines wiggle and blur and his eyes sting the more he reads and the more he reads, the more he feels like the world is swimming out from underneath his feet; like a part of his heart is being violently ripped out and a gaping hole of painful emptiness is replacing it.

And just when he finishes reading them all and feels completely hollow, dried and empty, Jimong's hand lands on his shoulder.
"Your majesty…there is something important I haven't told you about Hae Soo...and her origin."