The day of 5th Princess Wang Min Suh's grand birthday banquet dawned with an ethereal quality, as if the heavens themselves conspired to lend an aura of mystical allure to the festivities. The Choi household, renowned for its architectural magnificence and nestled amidst beautiful gardens that seemed to stretch into eternity, stood as a testament to the wealth and power of the Choi clan. The marriage of Princess Wang Min Suh to Choi Wook was not merely a union of hearts but a strategic alliance, merging the royal authority of the King with the vast wealth and influence of the Choi family. Their two sons, heirs to this legacy, added further weight to the occasion, ensuring that every detail of the celebration was imbued with significance and anticipation.
The banquet was divided into two acts of splendor: an amazing show where gisaengs told tales through dance, and the greatest singers and poets through their songs, and verses, followed by a large feast. The Choi pavilion, renowned for its panoramic views of manicured gardens and celestial skies, the venue whispered of secrets and veiled alliances. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement, and the sound of jewelry clinking could be heard as it was placed on soft cushions. The top gisaengs were practicing their dances with almost obsessive dedication, every movement telling a story through beautiful arcs and soul-stirring music. Their performances promised not just entertainment, but a display of art and skill
Across the bustling town, the atmosphere shimmered with excitement. From the bustling workshops of dressmakers, where bolts of silk and satin were transformed into masterpieces fit for royalty, to the jewelers' boutiques where gemstones sparkled like captured starlight, the anticipation of the banquet seeped into every corner. Nobles and commoners alike vied for attention through their attire, each ensemble a statement of lineage and ambition.
Among all this hustle and bustle was Seo Jin, who usually preferred to stay away from grand events. His friend, Wang Yul, kept nudging him to join in the fun. "Come on, Seo Jin! This is a my sister's birthday! You can't just sit this one out!" Yul urged, looking eager.
Yet, despite the excitement of the impending spectacle, Seo Jin remained detached, a lone figure amidst the throng of social climbers and power brokers.
Meanwhile, at the calm Jang residence, Eun Sook's morning practice was interrupted by Na Bi, who rushed in looking serious. "Young Lady, Head Gisaeng Han wants to see you right away!" Na Bi exclaimed. "You need to try on your hanbok for the banquet tonight."
Eun Sook felt nervousness rather than excitement. "Alright, let's go!" she said, trying to shake off the butterflies in her stomach.
As they arrived at the bustling gisaeng house, filled with the sounds of laughter and the smell of incense, Head Gisaeng Han was waiting for her with a beautiful plum hanbok. "Look at this, Eun Sook!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "This will be perfect for you. The fabric sparkles like stars!"
The accessories were no less magnificent: delicate ornaments of silver and jade, each piece were magical. Also a matching mask, made from the same regal plum and silver, lent an air of mystery to Eun Sook's visage, transforming her into a figure of ethereal beauty amidst the mortal throng. Even without makeup or styling her hair, Eun Sook radiated a natural look that transcended mortal beauty, her presence a testament to the power of quiet elegance amidst the clamor of extravagance. She also handed Eun Sook a silver sword with a plum tassel which matched her outfit for the banquet.
Later on, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, Eun Sook and Na Bi, along with Na Mu, prepared to leave for the Choi residence. The streets were alive with anticipation; ladies were putting on their finest outfits, showcasing bright colors and sparkling jewels.
Among them, Princess Wang Min Suh emerged like a vision from a dream. She was dressed in a golden hanbok dripping with luxury. She also wore so many gold jewelleries, making her look extravagant. Her hair styled delicately and adorned with golden combs and hairpins, she embodied the epitome of royal splendor.
Contrasting the Princess' appearance, Eun Sook appeared like a beautiful fairy. Though her hanbok was simpler in design, it spoke volumes of understated elegance. The plum hanbok complemented her pale complexion. Her hair was styled beautifully and adorned with the shimmering silver and jade hairpins and also she wore beautiful jewelleries-earrings, rings, necklaces, made of silver and jade. Rather than a heavy makeup she wore a simple one that enhanced her natural beauty.
As the golden hour approached , Eun Sook prepared to depart for the Choi residence. She was accompanied by Na Bi and Na Mu, the gisaengs of Hwa-ryeong Jeong and Madam Han. She made her way through the bustling streets adorned with fluttering banners and lanterns aglow with anticipation. Behind them marched the rest of the gisaengs, their skilled musicians and attendants, led by Head Gisaeng Madam Han.
The journey to the Choi residence was like a grand parade, filled with a strong sense of expectation. The streets, usually busy with people going about their daily routines, now carried a quiet buzz of excitement and curiosity.
Eun Sook, though outwardly calm, felt her heart racing with nerves. She turned to Madam Han, with a firm voice. "As soon as my performance is over, I will leave," she said, her eyes meeting Madam Han's. "I trust you will keep your promise, just as we discussed."
"I'll make sure you can, don't worry," Madam Han replied with a reassuring nod. "I will also keep my promise, My Lady"
The Choi residence stood ahead, large and intimidating, with its breathtaking beauty. It was alive with movement, with preparations for an evening that promised to dazzle the senses. The pavilion had been transformed into a stunning garden, filled with the gentle sounds of gayageums and the soft melodies of daegeums, creating music that felt as though it came from the earth itself.
As dusk settled like a smooth, flowing curtain over the scene, casting a warm twilight glow that made everything seem almost unreal, the banquet began in full swing. It was a display of luxury and grace, more than just a celebration—it was a showcase of artistry and ambition. The nobles and important guests, dressed in their finest hanboks and adorned with jewels that sparkled like trapped starlight, strolled through the perfectly kept gardens and grand pavilions. Their laughter, light and sweet like the chiming of small bells, mixed with the rich scent of rare flowers and the mouthwatering aroma of dishes made by the best cooks.