I know.

No dissenting voice was raised against the marriage.

Chong Mong-ju, clipped of power, in disgrace, had retired to sulk somewhere on the far north-east coast.

Yunsan was absolute.
Nightly the single beacons flared their message of peace across the land.
The Emperor grew more weak-legged and blear-eyed what of the ingenious deviltries devised for him by Yunsan.

The Lady Om and I had won to our hearts' desires.