Chapter 35
Yi Bang-won raised the mace.
Kim Daebung, the man who had stepped out in defiance of the will he himself had set.
He was trying to clear away the one who had blocked his own grand cause of saving the people through currency.
Even if he was older now and his body wasn't what it used to be, he still had enough strength to lift a mace.
So all that remained was to bring the mace down on Kim Daebung's head. With this one act of mine, I can sternly warn everyone who opposes currency.
Let those who oppose currency, those who do not use currency—all of them—know that they will meet the same death as Kim Daebung.
It is the natural duty of a ruler to bring forth the right policies for the people.
Thus, if a ruler, after much thought, determines the right path the people should take, but foolish commoners, ignorant as they are, refuse to walk it and try to go the wrong way.
Sometimes it is necessary to cut them down decisively so they can return to the right path.
Just as he had made Shim On drink poison, just as he had nearly wiped out the Yeoheung Min clan.
This was something he had to do for Joseon, to grant a better future to the people living in Joseon.
"If that truly is your will, then there is nothing for it."
The instant he said that and was about to bring the mace down, Yi Bang-won's motion faltered.
It was not because he disliked killing people or was afraid to do it.
Yi Bang-won loved the poor people, the frail people, more than anyone.
Even the children who played with balls bearing the names Yangnyeong, Hyoryeong, and Chungnyeong—children who, without even realizing it, had cursed the three grand princes—he forgave.
In Joseon, cursecraft was an outright capital crime, and if the target was royalty, it was supposed to be treated as an act equivalent to treason.
Yet if the target he had to kill was family, he would kill even family. He had even killed Jeong Do-jeon, the very pillar of Joseon and the minister his father loved and trusted most.
Yi Bang-won was a man who felt no guilt at all about killing those who had to be killed.
The reason he hesitated was.
For an instant, Kim Daebung before his eyes looked just like Jeong Mong-ju, whom he himself had killed.
The finest civil official in Goryeo, the man whom his father Yi Seong-gye had feared and watched with more caution than Goryeo's kings.
Yi Bang-won had never seen such spirit and such loyalty since the founding of Joseon.
No—if one judged only by spirit, there was exactly one more. Sambong Jeong Do-jeon, the man who burned himself out for an ideal Confucian state, declared that he would make Joseon a kingdom of Neo-Confucianism, and laid its foundation.
Even the famed ministers who shone in Sejong's era would seem shabby beside those two.
Was that why? Yi Bang-won decided to swallow his pride, to take in Kim Daebung—a man like those two, a man resembling those he had wanted more than anything to get his hands on.
"Currency will revitalize Joseon. The Yuan Dynasty used jiaochao and succeeded in greatly expanding the realm. I saw with my own eyes in Dadu, the Yuan capital, how wonderful jiaochao was, so I am certain of it. Joseon will undoubtedly prosper greatly through the circulation of currency as well."
The ministers, who had seen the early days of Joseon—namely, the process of Joseon's founding—had their eyes go wide as those memories came vividly back to them.
Yi Bang-won, who had beaten Jeong Mong-ju to death with a mace and who had brought down the mace of purges mercilessly on opposing factions, had declared that he would "purge" him.
Then that fellow was definitely going to die.
It was only too natural. So Hwang Hui, Heo Jo, and the other ministers all thought that Kim Daebung would soon be beaten to death by the mace.
His conduct, filled with loyalty and sincerity, even moved the other ministers...
He had planned to do everything he could so that even if he died, the rest of his family would not be harmed.
Seeing Yi Bang-won halt like that, they could only go blank for a moment.
'There has been only one person who tried to persuade him to the very end while holding a mace.'
The man who had tried to persuade him right up until the instant before the mace came down at Seonjuk Bridge: Jeong Mong-ju.
"I am not saying that His Majesty the Grand King's sacred intention is wrong. However, in order to implement currency, markets must first be established in every county of Joseon. Commerce must then develop. Every commoner must become so inconvenienced by trading with oseungpo and baekmi that they can no longer bear it."
Yi Bang-won was being unreasonable in response to Kim Daebung's words this time.
"Bend your will. I and His Majesty will make great use of you."
Kim Daebung was actually a man with little interest in power. His real dream was to work a little for Joseon's development and then retire to his hometown with Kim Gye-wool and live in comfort.
But that was only how he saw it himself, and even Kim Gye-wool thought Kim Daebung was aiming to become a "Chief State Councillor for Life."
"Wealth, honor, and power do not matter. This subject only seeks to serve the royal ancestral shrines and altars, and if it can help even a little in making a country where all the people rejoice, that is enough. After that, this subject wants to retire to the countryside, build a house of a few rooms, and live peacefully with my wife and children in a Joseon that has achieved great peace—that is the true dream I hold."
If Ryu Jeong-hyeon or Hwang Hui had said those words, it would just be a "I only wanted to look poor and incorruptible" kind of remark.
But Kim Daebung had even received a Songdeokbi stele in Jinhae-hyeon, and even a Cheoninso petition for extending the term of Joseon's first magistrate—a genuine incorruptible official.
His words moved Yi Bang-won's heart. So he brought it back up again.
That is, the contents of the memorial he had submitted before Kim Daebung submitted the provincial remonstrance.
With his head cleared now, as he thought about it again... doubt began to creep into his mind.
The thought that perhaps his judgment was not truly correct.
"...... Wait, let me..."
"Currency is necessary for Joseon. However, the Joseon of now cannot bear currency. Just as if you fed honey, which is good for the body, to an infant not yet a year old, the child would die suddenly. Joseon cannot bear currency."
Kim Daebung's words flowed on as naturally as water.
"What Your Majesty is trying to do now is exactly like making an infant not yet a year old who hasn't even learned the Thousand Character Classic take the civil service exam and tell him to pass. No matter how sternly Your Majesty teaches him, that child will never even be able to master the Thousand Character Classic. It is because he is not mature enough to take it in."
"What are you saying..."
Yi Bang-won could not find an immediate rebuttal to Kim Daebung's words.
Currency is absolutely necessary for Joseon.
If currency is used, if it becomes widely used in Joseon, then Joseon can prosper just as the Yuan capital Dadu did.
So currency must be used.
Currency must be issued to benefit more of the people, but something contradictory came to mind.
He knew his own thinking was wrong, but when he couldn't put into words exactly how it was wrong...
Kim Daebung's words continued again.
"A child not yet able to learn the Thousand Character Classic failing to master it is perfectly natural, but can a parent truly call it education if he raises a switch and strikes his child's calves because the child failed to pass the civil service exam?","No, Your Majesty, that is nothing more than child abuse."
Kim Daebung had bluntly told Taejong Yi Bang-won that what he was doing now was nothing more than child abuse.
His boldness made the ministers flinch for a moment. In front of Yi Bang-won, who could crack open a skull with a mace, it was as if he had asked, "How does someone who claims to love the people make sense of trying to kill them?"
"I did it for the people, for Joseon.... Joseon needs currency..."
Hearing those words, Kim Daebung quietly pressed his forehead to the ground and bowed. Then he spoke to Yi Bang-won.
"To achieve success in the world and realize one's ambitions, to be loyal to one's lord and love one's country—that is man's duty. Your Majesty's will to spread currency widely throughout Joseon is also an absolutely necessary thing for Joseon's development. However, right now the court does not even accept currency as tax, so forcing this on the people is no different from using a switch to beat a child's calves because he cannot pass the civil service exam yet. So please, I beg you to look upon this with understanding."
Yi Bang-won was furious. Furious enough to want to argue back.
But he could not refute those words.
Even he did not fully trust currency and was not accepting it as tax, so there was no way the common people could trust it.
"....."
Tears fell from Yi Bang-won's eyes, drip, drip.
At the same time, he let the mace fall.
Yi Bang-won had yielded his stubbornness to Kim Daebung's loyal remonstrance, which held the loyalty of Jeong Mong-ju and the spirit of Jeong Do-jeon.
Seeing that, Heo Jo and Hwang Hui muttered to themselves.
"For the day to come when His Majesty the Grand King would stop mid-swing with the mace—what on earth is going on?"
"How should I know? There's only one thing that matters."
Heo Jo's face broke into a smile.
"Assistant Compiler Kim is alive now. That fellow is alive."
Yi Bang-won looked at Kim Daebung with a hollow gaze.
And then he turned his back and started walking away with heavy steps.
He went over to Sejong and, with a sigh, said,
"I think we need to review whether the words of Jiphyeonjeon Assistant Compiler Kim Daebung are right or wrong, Your Majesty."
"......"
Sejong was surprised by Yi Bang-won's capitulation, but he did not show it on his face.
Because he knew very well how big a deal it was to bend one's convictions before one's father.
To say anything more or let doubt show on his face here would be filial impiety.
"Yes, Father."
After that, Kim Daebung was escorted to Jeonokseo (the prison) amid everyone's cheers.
Even the Jeonokseo jailers broke protocol and let him walk there himself.
Naturally, he was assigned the best solitary cell.
After Yi Bang-won and Sejong returned to the palace, the people shouted, "Ten thousand years!"
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Several days had passed since the provincial remonstrance was submitted.
Yi Bang-won did not even go to the morning court, instead holed himself up in his room and kept agonizing over whether implementing currency was truly right. He had been doing this because of Kim Daebung.
At first, it had irked him that the man who had originally been ready to stake his life on pushing currency through had now stepped out to oppose it, so he had wanted to use this chance to properly tame him and make him into an obedient minister like Hwang Hui...
But once he had actually thrown him into prison and chewed over it again and again, he realized that what he had been trying to do was no different from driving the common people toward death.
"The court doesn't accept coins as tax while telling the people to trade in coins—that is truly a baseless, nonsensical act from start to finish. Why on earth did I think such a thing?"
Thinking about it, it was true. When he had issued and used jeohwa the moment he ascended the throne, they had circulated fairly well among the people. But from the moment he declared that he would not accept jeohwa as "tax," jeohwa had become, literally, trash.
"I had been blinded by my own conviction. What I was doing out of good intentions and concern for the people nearly ended up killing them all."
The tears flowed from Yi Bang-won's eyes as he realized the cause of his mistake.
Then he found the copy of Kim Daebung's memorial he had often recommended that Sejong read and looked through it.
That story about how the common people had all been delighted when the market opened, that passage about giving a poor widow a peaceful and prosperous life.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. Truly, thank goodness..."
If he had pushed the currency policy through and repeated his earlier mistake, he would have been the one pushing all the people into a tiger's jaws. Even Sejong would have had the blood of the innocent on his hands.
A king sometimes has to be cruel for a great cause, but taking innocent commoners' lives for something with no meaning at all is a great crime that must absolutely be avoided... Thanks to Kim Daebung, he had been able to finish without committing that crime.
What caught his eye then was a memorial submitted by Hwang Hui, the Minister of Taxation, and several other ministers.
The memorials all said things like: there is nothing wrong with Kim Daebung's words, so please reconsider. What he did was impious, yes, but you must not punish and dismiss him for it.
They were all loyal remonstrances that could touch his reverse scale.
"..... Is the Sangon (the eunuch bureau's second-in-command) here?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Grand King."
"Let's go to Jeonokseo for a moment. I need to see Kim Daebung. I'll have to release him myself."
At Yi Bang-won's words that he would not punish Kim Daebung, but instead free him, the Sangon was horrified inwardly.
Because the man who had been obsessed with consolidating royal authority was now, by admitting his own fault, undermining that royal authority himself.
So Yi Bang-won trudged through the curfew-bound streets of Hanyang and had a private audience with Kim Daebung inside Jeonokseo.
Then he opened his heavy lips and said.
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