"Hmm..."
As Hwang Hee sat blankly, staring at the personnel records for the appointment of the special administrative officer, Lee Jik called out to him.
"Minister, what are you doing?"
"Oh! I was just lost in thought... I apologize."
At Hwang Hee's apology, Maeng Sa-seong, who was beside him, scolded him.
"There is so much to do... Especially since the king's gaze is not favorable, let’s do well!"
"I'm sorry..."
‘Goodness, that gentleman has become quite prickly! Where has the Maeng Da-gam I used to know gone?’ Hwang Hee muttered to himself as he looked over the personnel records, grumbling about Maeng Sa-seong, who had become irritable due to the harsh treatment from King Sejong and the heavy workload.
"With people like this, it’s easy for the king to get angry... I’d rather..."
Suddenly stopping his words, Hwang Hee sprang up from his seat.
"I will take my leave first!"
"No, Hwang Da-gam! Minister!" Lee Jik and Maeng Sa-seong called out anxiously as Hwang Hee hurriedly left, but he did not look back.
That night.
In the Gangnyeongjeon Hall.
King Sejong had lit incense and was discussing various matters of state.
After some time had passed, he subtly hinted to the court historians and scribes.
"Perhaps it’s time for the historians and scribes to take their leave?"