The report that the son of traitor Kim Jong-seo was exposed but capturing him failed and capturing only her wife made king Sejo be angry. But, when the king saw the face of the traitor's wife, he couldn't help avoiding to be embarrassed. She was Seryung, who was king Sejo's own first daughter, but when he took the throne from his nephew king Danjong, openly blamed him as the triator. He ordered to execute her under the crime of disloyalty and unfilality, but in 2 days before her execution, the Queen, his wife, told him that she was dead in her cell.

"Did you dare cheating your father and king and living as the wife of a traitor?" The king's angry voice echoed in the trial yard. But, Seryung responded in only cold voice. "King? What king? You betrayed your own nephew and took his throne. You are not a king, but just a traitor! If you want to execute me, please do it as soon as possible!"

His angry voice again said, "Now, I take away your family name. Yor are not my daughter, but just a low person having no family name. And I sentence you, traitor Seryung, to open beheading execution. Tomorrow, you shall pay for your treachery!" With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of furious energy behind him.

The guards dragged Seryung back to her cell, where she was thrown onto the cold, hard floor. The door slammed shut, leaving her in the dark. The reality of her fate washed over her like a cold wave. Despite her fiery words to the king, fear began to creep into the corners of her heart. She clutched at the rough fabric of her prison garb, feeling the coarse threads dig into her skin.

Seryung's mother, Queen, visited her cell. "Seryung, my child," she whispered through the bars, her voice trembling. "Your father is enraged, but he is still your father. Please beg forgiveness to him."

Seryung looked up at her mother, the pain in her eyes evident even in the dim light. "Mother, I know what I am to him now. But I cannot lie, even if it means my death. I will not betray my conscience for his title."

Her mother's expression was a tumult of emotions—fear, pity, and anger all vying for dominance. "But child, your life..."

Seryung took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice firm. "It's not just about my life, Mother. It's about what is right. If I apologize now, I'd only be confirming his lies. I won't let him win that way."

The queen tried to persuade Seryung for a long time, but Seryung did not bend her will. Finally, the queen sighed heavily, her hand tightening on the cold bars of the cell. "I understand," she murmured. "Please come closer to let me touch your cheek last."

Seryung approached the bars, and her mother's soft hand caressed her face, a gesture filled with love and regret. The queen's eyes were wet with unshed tears, but she managed to give a small, sad smile. "I will always be with you," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Remember that."

At noon in the next day, Seryung was escorted to the execution grounds in front of the main gate of Hanyang castle. Big crowd was already gathered there, whispering about the execution of the king's first daughter. King Sejo was there, as the supervisor, with his wife queen.

Even though Seryung was the king's first daughter, she was taken away her family name, so just regarded as a low person, and as a triator, so she should totally endure all of harsh steps of open beheading execution. The first step was stripping all of her garments and shoes.

Guards ripped Seryung's prison garb from her body, exposing her to the biting cold. She felt the rough fabric tear from her skin, leaving it raw and bruised. Her undergarments followed, revealing the contours of her slender body, honed from years of discipline and grace. Despite the chill, her skin remained a warm, inviting ivory, a stark contrast to the stark surroundings of the execution grounds.

Her breasts, once hidden by layers of silk, now stood proudly, the peaks stiffened by the cold and the fear that gripped her. They were full and round, the areolae a soft shade of pink, the nipples hard as pebbles. The crowd gasped collectively at the sight of such royal flesh bared, and Seryung felt a flicker of indignity. But she held her head high, her long neck, a column of defiance, leading to a face that still held the proud lineage of the Royal House of Joseon.

Her waist, narrow and defined, curved inward before flaring out to hips that were lush and ripe, hinting at the promise of fertility that had once been hers. The guards ogled her shamelessly, their eyes tracing the lines of her hips, down to the juncture of her thighs, where a soft patch of hair grew. Her legs, long and shapely, trembled slightly as the cold seeped into her bones. The muscles of her thighs and calves spoke of hours spent in the palace gardens, practicing archery and horseback riding, now useless skills in the face of her impending death. Her pretty feet and cute toes, once adorned with the finest silk socks and gold-embroidered slippers, were now bare and blue from the cold.

Then they turned Seryung's slender arms back, crossed both wrists at right angles and tied them together. And by the same rope, they tied her naked body tightly. The rope made a big X letter at the deep cleavage between two of Seryung's glamourous breasts. When they knelt her down on the ground, the soft skin of her knees sent chil feelings from the ground to Seryung's mind.

The executioner, a massive man with a stern face and broad shoulders, approached her with the gleaming blade of his sword held high. His eyes, cold and indifferent, met hers, and she stared back, refusing to show any sign of weakness. The crowd was eerily silent, as if they were holding their breath in anticipation of the impending spectacle.

Seryung didn't close her eyes. Instead, she stared straight ahead, her gaze unwavering, as the executioner took his position. His blade, glinting in the cold sunlight, reflected the stark reality of her fate. She felt a strange serenity wash over her. In this moment, she was no longer the daughter of a king or the wife of a traitor. She was simply a woman standing firm in her beliefs, ready to face the consequences of her convictions.

Finally, the executioner's sword began its descent. Seryung felt the weight of the world leave her shoulders, the coldness of the steel pressing against her skin, a stark reminder of the finality of this moment. She gritted her teeth, bracing herself for the pain she knew would come. But as the blade touched her neck, she thought not of the fear that had plagued her through the long, dark night, but of the warmth of her mother's touch, the laughter of her lost love, and the fiery determination that had brought her to this very spot.

The blade penetrated through Seryung's slim and delicate snow-white neck. She thought, 'Ah, my neck is severed!' But, she could not feel any pain, and any something fall feeling. Instead, into Seryung's ears, the astonished scream of the executioner came. "WHAT HAPPENED!" he shouted in disbelief. Only then, Seryung realized she was not dead yet.

All of the crowd was astonished. All of them saw the executioner's blade penetrated through the woman's neck, but her neck was not severed, and her head was still on her bare shoulders. The supervisor, the king's enraged voice rang. "Sever the neck of that humble traitor! Right now again!"

When the blade penetrated through Seryung's neck again, she thought, 'Now, I am dead.' But, again, she felt no pain, no severing. The executioner's eyes grew wide with horror as he realized the impossible—his blade had passed through her neck a second time without cutting through. The crowd's murmurs grew into a cacophony of shocked whispers.

The queen said to the king, "Your Majesty, perhaps this is a sign from the heavens. Please forgive Seryung." But the king's eyes remained cold, his voice unwavering. "No, this means some wicked power is guarding that humble death convict. The executioner! Come to me right now!"

After the executioner left her, Seryung lift her head and looked around. Suddenly, she discovered two eyes. Even though the eyes was at so long distance, she recognized that the eyes was full of tears, and also see the owner of the eyes: her own beloved husband.
Seryung inwardly thanked to god. 'Thank you, god! I realized the reason why I am not dead yet. You surely let me see my beloved husband last one time before my own neck will be severed. Thank you, thank you. god!' And she inwardly said to her husband. 'My darling, please, please go out right now, please!' When she checked the eyes of her husband disappeared, her mind sank into peace.

At the same time, when the executioner approached to the king Sejo, he grabbed one of his own sword, which had been kept by a loyal guard, and passed the sword to the executioner. "This sword is holy Four-Tiger-Sword. The holyness of this sword can remove the wicked power guarding that humble death convict, and can let you sever her neck."

When the Four-Tiger-Sword met the middle of her back neck, Seryung felt a sharp and short pain. 'Now, I am dead.' At the very moment that the sword cleanly severed Seryung's slim and delicate snow-white neck just in one swift motion, no scream happened at all. Seryung's severed bounced once on the ground before coming to a halt, her eyes still open. Her snow-white headless naked body fell forward, collapsing in a pool of crimson blood, which was her last vestige of life seeping into the cold and unforgiving earth of the execution grounds, and violently twitched like squeezing to gush the blood from her own neck-cut stump.

The crowd watched in shocked silence as the grisly scene unfolded before their eyes. The queen's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a scream, and she swayed on her feet, the horror of the moment etched into her very soul. King Sejo's face was a mask of cold fury, his eyes never leaving the lifeless body of his once beloved daughter. He had wanted to break her, to force her to see the error of her ways, but instead, he had only managed to destroy her.

The executioner grabbed her long and silky black hair, and lifted Seryung's severed head high for all to see. On already decapitated Seryung's but still beautiful face, there was no expression of fear or pain, but rather of peace and determination, and even, of a little bit joy. As if she had completed her destiny.

According to the king's order, the executioner planted a long pole in front of the main cate of castle, and displayed Seryung's severed by hanging it high at the apex of that pole. And 2 feet below her head, he hung Seryung's still sensual headless naked body reversely, through tying her own cute ankles there. He spread slightly two of her slim and long smooth legs, and exposed even her most private part - her sex totally, because of the king's order to give the biggest and humiliation to Seryung ceaselessly, even after she was horriblely dead by her neck being severed in totally naked.

The king Sejo watched as the executioner displayed Seryung's severed head and body for the crowd to see, his expression a mix of anger and victory. He had hoped to break her spirit, to make her bow before him and confess her loyalty to him alone. Instead, she had met her fate with a dignity that only served to fuel his anger. As the executioner stepped back from his grisly handiwork, the king's gaze remained fixed on the lifeless form of his daughter, hanging in the cold winter air. The queen, whose eyes were full of tears, continued to pray for the soul of Seryung, who was such horriblely dead just a little bit ago in front of her eyes.

The crowd, initially shocked into silence by the bizarre turn of events, began to murmur among themselves. Some spoke in hushed whispers of dark magic and divine intervention, while others muttered about the king's ruthlessness of destroying even his own daughter thoroughly. The whispers grew into a low rumble, a disquiet that spread through the crowd like a disease. Seryung's beheading execution was not just a public spectacle; it was a declaration of the king's power, a message to those who dared to oppose him.

The king Sejo prohibited embalming of Seryung's severed head and headless naked body. His intention was the decayed appearance of Seryung's head and body would become the last warning. But, suprisingly, Seryung's head and body remained unchanged even after days and months. They neither decayed nor lost their original beauty. This news spreaded through the whole country and reached to every citizen's ear.

Rumors began to swirl like leaves in a storm—whispers of a curse, a sign from the heavens that Seryung's spirit had not accepted her fate. Some spoke in hushed tones of a vengeful ghost that roamed the palace halls at night, seeking justice for her untimely death. Others claimed to see her spectral figure standing proudly atop the castle walls, a silent sentinel watching over the city she had once called home.

The king Sejo's rage was not sated by Seryung's gruesome execution. Each day that passed, he grew more paranoid, seeing enemies in every shadow. His councilors spoke in hushed tones, fearing his wrath. The queen, once a figure of power and grace, was reduced to a trembling wreck, her heart torn by the loss of her daughter and the horror she had witnessed. Finally, she got heavy disease.

Just before the queen took her last breath, when the king Sejo visited her last time, she desperately requested to him. "Your Majesty, This is my last request. Please, bury Seryung's head and body in good place." The king Sejo expressed some anger on his face, but removing it soon, he responded. "Well. I will order to bury Seryung's headless body, but Seryung's severed head will be continuously displayed as the warning." The queen nodded weakly, because of knowing it was the best she could hope for.
At the night of 10 days after the queen's funeral was done, Seryung's headless naked body was buried. But, on her headless naked body, no shroud was dressed, and the ropes tying her body was not untied. Her headless body was buried still in being naked and tied. At the night of 3 days after, the queen's spirit appeared in the king Sejo's dream. "You are truly stubborn and wicked! I couldn't imagine such a way how you buried Seryung's headless body!" And she threw a curse to him, saying, "May your reign be forever plagued by chaos and fear!" The king Sejo woke up in cold sweat, but in the next morning, he decided to ignore the dream.

Seryung's severed head was continously displayed by being hung high, in front of the main gate of Hanyang castle, at which she had died by her neck being severed. On Seryung's dead but still elegant face, which did not decayed or was harmed at all, peace and determination were fixed. When her long silky black hair was fluttered in the breeze, and her severed head was also slightly swayed in the same breeze, people used to feel the sight was very horrible, but, very beautiful.

When the king Sejo died, he gave one will to his successor.
"As long as my descendants succeed to the throne, ceaselessly display the severed head of that humble traitor Seryung."
So, for several decades which the king Sejo's descendants was reigning in chaos and fear, Seryung's severed head was displayed, being no harmed or decayed. Her severed head became the symbol of fear and warning to the people of the land in one side, and of the tyrannical reign of the king Sejo and his descendants and of the indomitable courage against the reign, in the other side.

After the reign of the king Sejo's heir continued about 110 years, finally, the last heir of the king Sejo was dethroned, and new king was enthroned. But, during the chaos period of changing king, Seryung's severed head, together with the pole displaying the head, disappeared.

Actually, the king Sejo gave one more secret will. That will said, when his heirs could no more keep the throne, to pass Seryung's severed head to Chinese Imperial Palace, for letting her head not be buried.
Seryung's severed head was displayed by being hung high on the apex of the same pole, at the center of the main courtyard of one Chinese palace storing weird imperial possessions. Many if the imperial families and imperial employees used to admire Seryung's undecayed face, and to praise the permanent beauty of Seryung's face, even after her own horrible death.

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