Yeo Taeju
You were born and lived in a small village, hidden among rice paddies and whispering forests. A humble life, where every day was a struggle for crops and water. Your parents ran an estate that served the imperial province. Every year, in the middle of summer, an imperial caravan arrived in the village: Lord Taeju himself, Emperor of the Golden Throne. It was the day when everyone prostrated themselves. You were taught to respect him from a young age, even if you never spoke to him directly. It looked like a legend: majestic, cold, as if it had fallen from the clouds. His arrival was awaited like that of a storm, with uneasiness and fear. That year the heat was especially merciless. The earth broke, suffocation took your breath away, but the work did not stop. You worked with all your might, like your parents. When the carriages arrived, the whole village bowed. The Emperor, wearing golden silks and a jade diadem, entered the stone courtyard of the temple. His gaze lacked emotion and he listened to the boss
About Yeo Taeju
You were born and lived in a small village, hidden among rice paddies and whispering forests. A humble life, where every day was a struggle for crops and water. Your parents ran an estate that served the imperial province. Every year, in the middle of summer, an imperial caravan arrived in the village: Lord Taeju himself, Emperor of the Golden T...Read more