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(All people, incidents, and backgrounds...)

(in this drama are fictitious
and unrelated to reality.)

A man named Yeonghochaek once dreamed...

that he was standing on ice,
talking to someone underneath it.

A fortune teller named
Saekdam interpreted the dream.

The ice above is yang,
and the ice below is yin.

"Yin and yang. In other words,"

"it is about a man and a woman."

"You will act as their matchmaker..."

"and when the ice melts, they will be wed."

From the Book of Jin.

The story of the Iceman
from the Story of Art.

Samshin must have sent you.

I hope you have been well,
Old Man Under the Moon.

Here is the list of souls
chosen by Samshin for this year.

Perfect timing.

All right. Shall we let the flowers bloom?

(The Registry of Fates)

(The Registry of Fates)

(Lee Gang)

(Gyeong Yu Yeon, Lee Gang)

So these are the Flowers of Fate.

But why are some flowers
white and others red?

The Flowers of Fate are originally white.

But when two bound by the
red thread recognize one another,

they bloom in crimson.

Hold on.

Why is that one flower a different color?

When people are born,

each is born with a destined soulmate.

Those who are fated are connected
hand to hand by a red thread,

which is how they recognize their soulmate.

And that thread is called
the red thread of fate.

Those bound by this red thread,

no matter what trials
or tribulations they face,

will always find each other in the end.

No matter how many lifetimes it takes,

if not in this life,

then most certainly in the next.

So the red thread of
fate conquers all, then?

No.

Protecting your fated love...

takes far more work than you might imagine.

There are more terrible things
in this world than you know...

- and many terrible people too.
- Court Lady Seo.

Then why make it so hard for them?

Love may not conquer all,

but it gives a person strength.

That is the reason I
tie these threads of fate.

The owners of that flower...

- How pretty.
- Met long ago,

and their fated journey began.

You know what they say?

If you catch a falling petal,

your first love will come true.

Really?

My lady, who is your first love?

It really is not true.

If all had gone according to fate's design,

the two of them would
have lived happily ever after.

But that was before
human greed got involved.

If not for that, this awful tragedy...

never would have happened.

Your Highness.

Were you having a nightmare?

I had a terrible dream.

A dream where you disappeared.

A truly terrible one.

My princess.

(Chapter 1: The Red Thread of Fate, Part I)

(Royal Office of Attire)

- Your Royal Highness.
- Your Royal Highness.

Your Royal Highness.

This Royal Dragon Robe.
What is wrong with it?

I knew this would happen.

Pardon? Is there something wrong with it?

What? How can you even ask me that?

Can you not see? It is
all about personal colors.

Everyone has innate colors and
must wear fabrics that suit them...

to make their complexion
glow. I mean, truly glow.

I have told you that until
I was blue in the face.

I am well aware, Your Royal Highness.

As you instructed, I tailored it to
your "Summer Ice" color type...

and finished it with a red-hued lining.

So what other problem could there be?

- This lining...
- The red...

is the correct shade.

Is this not a vibrant red that
suits the "Snowflake" color type?

How many times do I have to say
it? My lining must be a subtler red.

Ice and snowflakes are two
completely different things.

You are the head of
the Royal Office of Attire,

and you mix up spring and autumn?

Yes. My deepest apologies.

I have spent 30 years in
the Royal Office of Attire,

but neither the kings nor the princes...

were concerned with such matters.

I am afraid I am still quite inexperienced.

It has been five years since I created...

the personal color chart and taught you.

Why are you bringing up ancient history?

Please kill me,

- Your Royal Highness.
- For goodness' sake.

When you do not know something,
you are supposed to learn.

Why jump straight to asking for death?

Since you admit your inexperience,

subdivide the personal color chart...

into even finer categories,
and hone your aesthetic sense.

Subdivide it even more?

- Subdivide it by half again?
- Why? You do not want to?

Or would you rather I cut you in half?

No, Your Royal Highness.

Your Royal Highness.

Your grace is boundless.

The clothes should be the wings.

My handsome face should
not be the wings for the clothes.

All right, then.

I think I will bring you today.

Your Royal Highness, while
we must hasten the wedding,

what is more important is continuing
the royal lineage of this dynasty.

If there is no princess candidate,
you should still take a concubine.

Chief Royal Secretary, what is this?
A concubine before a Crown Princess?

Besides, marriage talks are underway...

with the Left State Councilor's daughter.

What do you mean there
are no suitable candidates?

Your Royal Highness, we must
remember the Gyesa incident.

On the day the Late King
and the Firstborn Prince died,

because Your Highness, the second son...

of the great predecessor's
concubine, existed,

the dynasty could continue without turmoil.

The prosperity of the
Royal Family is the nation's.

Please produce an heir quickly...

to bring stability to Joseon.

Are you implying that His
Majesty and His Royal Highness...

might suddenly drop dead?

Minister Ja Gyeong. That
is a preposterous conclusion.

Do you not think you have gone too far?

What? Are you accusing
me? Chief Royal Secretary,

how old are you to be so insolent?

I am old enough, thank you. I
was born in Gapja, the Rat Year.

I am a Byeongjin Year dragon.
How dare a young pup like you!

- More like the Year of the Drag.
- The what?

I am sorry for not recognizing my elder...

of the famed Byeongjin Year.

What? Are you starting
something with me right now?

- The nerve of this man.
- This guy is infuriating.

Hey, who are you calling "this guy"?

Please do not mind me.

Carry on.

A total dogfight like this is
always best enjoyed with a snack.

(Kim Hong Ro, Minister of War)

Your Royal Highness, are
you making a mockery of us?

You may be the Crown
Prince, but your jest...

has gone much too far.

Goodness!

Left State Councilor.

Should you not be aiming
that at him, not at me?

It is me, Kim Ja Gyeong. Your
younger cousin, Ja Gyeong.

A minister...

who cannot manage his kin
deserves to be brought down.

I shall cut out this man's tongue
and apologize to His Royal Highness.

- Then by all means, do so.
- Your Royal Highness.

- Gosh.
- Left State Councilor!

That is enough. It is
not even a pretty tongue.

What would I do with a piece of it anyway?

I am aware of your
loyalty, Left State Councilor,

so you may sheathe your sword.

I am eternally grateful.

Your Royal Highness.

If you do not doubt my loyalty,
then issue the Marriage Ban,

and in accordance with proper procedure,

proceed with the Royal Wedding.

The Marriage Ban, the procedures...
What does any of that matter?

The Crown Princess has been
chosen. It is "Eosejwa," is it not?

- Who is Eosejwa? Eosejwa...
- Someone has a name like that?

Someone from the Eo family?
I had not considered that.

Who do we know from the Eo family?

The head of Royal Office of Attire?

Forgive me, Your Royal Highness,

but may I ask who "Eosejwa" is?

You do not know who Eosejwa is? Goodness.

You all are so slow on the uptake.

Eosejwa.

No matter what happens,
the Crown Princess...

will be the Left State
Councilor's daughter.

I have already made up my mind.

The Marriage Ban has been issued.

Once your daughter and
the Crown Prince marry,

and she gives you a Grand Heir,

do you intend to kill the Crown Prince?

Or drive him mad as you did me
and lock him away in a back room?

You take your jest too far, Your Majesty.

A jest, you say?

Does this look like a jest to you?

Yes.

I say it is a jest. Therefore, it is.

Furthermore,

since I have declared that
Your Royal Health is failing,

and so it is.

Furthermore,

since I have declared Your
Majesty's madness has worsened,

you are therefore unfit
to attend to state affairs.

- Left State Councilor!
- So why...

did you ever attempt to be a true king?

Oh, my. Why did they get so big?

A goldfish grows to fit its home.

They can grow endlessly.

Is that so?

"Is that so?"

My gosh. I ordered
all sea creatures killed.

It appears you have grown
attached to these lowly creatures.

- Are these goldfish your friends?
- You see,

they are from the Queen Dowager's Quarters,

and Her Highness ordered them discarded.

Even if they are humble
creatures, they are still living things.

I could not just let them die.

Please kill me, Your Highness!

- Please kill me, Your Highness!
- Please kill me, Your Highness!

Do not ask for death so lightly.

Especially not when I am near the water.

Those goldfish may
breathe and play in the water,

but a person...

stops breathing and
dies if they go underwater.

If left there long enough,
the body bloats and falls apart.

Just like this.

With the slightest touch of a finger.

Please kill... No...

Forgive me, Your Royal Highness.

I beg you to show your great mercy
and forgive this humble servant.

The "Record of Virtuous Deeds"
says, "Be generous with your mercy."

"For who knows when your
paths may cross again?"

And so,

I shall bestow that mercy upon you.

I am eternally grateful for your grace.

However, you are to copy
the "Myeongsimbogam."

In return, I will forgive your crime.

Pardon?

Since the deposed Crown
Princess passed away,

His Highness has grown to despise
everything that lives in the water.

I gave you a strict warning about this.

Consider yourself lucky you
got off with just transcribing.

The deposed Crown Princess?

Was she not the one found
guilty of assassinating the Queen...

and made to drink the royal poison?

But what does that have to do with water?

She was given poison but jumped
in the water to prove her innocence.

Her body was in the water so long,
it decomposed beyond recognition.

His Royal Highness had
to identify the body himself.

It is only natural that he
would come to resent the water.

He despises the
creatures that frolic within it.

There is no way the Crown Princess
would have taken her own life.

Someone murdered the Crown
Princess and staged it as a suicide.

I implore you, please clear
the Crown Princess's name.

- She did indeed take her own life.
- But why?

What reason could she
possibly have to take her own life?

I...

commanded it.

What does that mean?

If the Crown Princess had lived,
you would have taken her and fled.

If I had ordered her to drink poison,

you would have drunk it for her.

That is why I gave the order.

For her to die for your sake.

Your mother, the Crown Princess,

and your father-in-law
also died to protect you.

Never forget the price
that was paid for your life.

But I never asked for any of this.

For whose sake did they die?

When I am already completely shattered?

So tell me, who did they really die for?

I am already dead inside.

You are the one who has killed me, Father.

You must have been so cold.

You must have been terrified.

Do not worry anymore.

I will be joining you soon.

Why...

Why?

You are still needed, Your Royal Highness.

Therefore, you must live for now.

When I say the time is right,
you can throw your life away then.

That...

is the new law of the Palace.

And you think I will simply do as you wish?

Let you place your daughter in
the Crown Princess's Quarters,

and put her bloodline on the throne?

Do you think I will just
meekly go along with that?

You will.

That is why I killed
Her Majesty, the Queen,

and framed the former
Crown Princess for the crime.

After all this time,

you are telling me the truth now?

Because even if you know
the truth, Your Royal Highness,

nothing will change.

No one would dare to punish me.

No, they will not punish me.

Because I, Kim Han Chul,
have hundreds of people...

who would die for me in the Palace.

That is why...

you chose death instead of getting revenge.

How pathetic.

You jerk.

You jerk!

Anger born of fear...

is feared by no one.

Weakness is cowardice,
and powerlessness is a sin.

So become strong.

In this world, strength
is the only justice.

Your Royal Highness!

- Your Royal Highness.
- Are you all right?

I will summon the Royal Physician.

Forget it.

I miss you.

(Uljin)

(Uljin-ri Five-Day Market)

Fish for sale!

Get your pollack! Come
get some salted shrimp!

Delicious pollack right here!

- Let us grab a bite to eat.
- Over here! Do you want a bowl?

This one here is...

Coming through.

Hello, there!

Right.

Coming through.

My, it has been a while!

Hey, have you eaten yet?

The eyes on these fish creep me out.

Are you not here to sell?

You have been looking around for a while.

What is it you are after?

Where is the biggest house around here?

That one over there.

Anyone home?

What do you want?

Surely you can spare some
water in a big house like this.

That was a good drink of water. Thank you.

Goodness. You are not a wild rabbit.
Are you just going to drink and run?

Are you not selling anything?

That is up to the buyer to decide.
How would the seller know?

I need to know what you are selling
to think about buying it, do I not?

Never mind, then. If you
needed something, you would ask.

Thanks for the water.

Hold on!

What?

You want me to unpack?

I do not need to say a thing.
This salt speaks for itself.

Just listen closely.

Hey! Good grief.

You know what it says?

"I am the finest salt there is."

"If you do not buy me,"

"you are a fool."

My goodness.

Thank you so much.

It is salt.

My goodness.

On and on, when will we go?

When will we cross the 12 Passes?

Did you sell a lot today?

I sold a whole crock of salt myself.

When will we cross the 12 Passes?

The winding, twisting 12 Passes

How cruel of the Creator

Are you okay?

What do you think you are doing?

I could have been hurt!

Oh, dear.

So you were aware?

I figured you did not, so I will tell you.

You know that saying, right?

A stone thrown in jest can kill a porter.

There is no such saying.

About a frog, yes. But a porter?

Frog, peddler, or nobleman,
we all bruise just the same.

- Apologize.
- Insolence!

The Moral Law is absolute.

How can a nobleman
apologize to a lowly porter?

I may be ignorant, so I do
not know about the Moral Law,

but I do know a thing or
two about common decency.

That if you do wrong, noble
or not, you must apologize.

And if you cannot understand
that, there is only one solution, right?

So a good beating is the only cure.

Help! A lowborn is attacking a nobleman!

- Mother!
- Little brats,

and they dare to call themselves noblemen.

I will be the bigger person and let it go.

When life gets bitter,

this is the best medicine.

Hey, now. What is wrong?
Did something happen?

Dad.

Did those little noble brats
throw rocks at you again?

How did you know?

When you get upset,

you use that thing from
the Western merchant.

Sabun, was it?

And you start blowing bubbles.

You will not even let your old dad try.

You keep it all to yourself.

It is the only thing that
helps me calm down.

I am not feeling very calm.

I cannot just let this go.

- I swear, today...
- Dad.

I do not care if they are noblemen or what!

I am going to roll up my sleeves...

and give them a piece of my mind!

All right. There, you are all set.

Both your sleeves are
rolled up. Go on, then.

What? Not just yet.

- For goodness' sake.
- I am not good with the cold.

- Good grief.
- Forget it.

It is not because I am scared of them.

I just will not deal with their filth.

Yes. That is a good way of looking at it.

In this life,

you should never resort to violence.

Just think of them as
dung. Let it go, okay?

The gap between nobles and
lowborns is nothing new, is it?

This whole class system has deep roots.

But here is the thing.

If I had been born a lowborn
and always been treated like dirt,

I suppose I could have
just gotten used to it.

But as you both know, after
I nearly drowned years ago,

it is like my whole brain got washed clean.

My mind was blank, my memories gone.

When I woke, I was told I was lowborn.

I did not know of nobles or lowborns,

but they told me that is what I was.

How am I supposed to adjust to
this? Of course I feel it is unfair!

How can I possibly sleep at night?

Fine. Then hurry and earn some
money for a Blank Letter of Appointment.

Just focus on yourself
instead of worrying about us.

I would rather use that money for fun.

Why waste money on a scrap of paper?

As for me,

I will make a fortune and
go to a Western country.

I heard everyone there
is equal under the sun.

Wait. Is a Western country
the Yuldo Kingdom, the utopia?

Yes.

But is Hong Gil Dong not its king?

The son, who could not name
his father, builds his own kingdom,

and shouts from the rooftops
about how everyone is equal!

And then he gets to play king himself.

That is just the way of the world.

Why are you trying to crush
your only daughter's dream?

What was that for?

You too? Why is everyone so violent?

Fine, go! Just go ahead!

Go to the Western country.

But before you go,

you must go to the next village first.

What for?

You know, that man over there.

The former Naval Commander.

Yes, Lord Heo. He wants to see you.

Why would Lord Heo
want to see me? What for?

How should I know? I was just
told to give you the message.

How would I know?

Right now, this mouth is
going to go get something to eat.

Hey, honey.

I keep seeing my daughter who
married in Hanyang in my dream.

She is always shedding tears of blood.

Goodness. Maybe I pity
her, widowed so young.

She just weeps so sorrowfully.

And then, not long ago,

she sent a letter, saying she plans
to follow her husband to the grave.

If you are having nightmares,
call for a shaman, My Lord.

I have my own troubles, My Lord.
Please stop beating around the bush.

- Besides, the answer is no.
- No? To what?

You want me to go to Hanyang
to check on your daughter, right?

You worry a visit will mean
trouble since she is now their family.

So you want me to pose as
a peddler and pay her a visit,

right?

- I guess you are a mind reader.
- I cannot.

I will go anywhere else,

but Hanyang is absolutely off-limits.

For crying out loud.

- Please help me out here.
- It is not about the money.

But my precious daughter...

is crying tears of blood, I tell you!

Goodness.

I told you it is not about the money.

I did not know you were
so stubborn. Seriously.

Her tears of blood
are flowing like a river!

Gosh. This measly sum.

It is not about the money,

but how can I ignore
a father's pain? Right?

I appreciate it.

Gosh, when the young
lady wrote this letter,

she must shed a lot of tears.

What is it?

Wait, what is this?

(Forced suicide)

(Forced suicide)

My goodness.

(Forced suicide)

Sorry to have wasted your valuable time.

What are you talking about?

Should you not be convincing
me now more than ever?

What can I do?

A married daughter is an
outsider. I cannot bring her home.

And even if I could,

how could that poor girl
endure the scorn of society?

Why should she be scorned
for simply wanting to live?

She just wants to live a human life.

Even if you try to stop
me, sir, I cannot let this go.

I will not rest easy until I
know your daughter is safe.

Thank you for saying that.

("Suicide Anthology," "The Virtuous
Woman's Handbook," "Chunhyang")

Let us do this.

- Dal.
- Auntie.

- Leaving again? You just got here.
- What?

Oh, yes.

Lying around does not pay the bills.

I might as well go make some money.

You do not have to push yourself so hard.

Do not treat your adoptive parents
like a burden you have to carry.

The thing about burdens is...

even if they are heavy, you
carry them because you have to.

So,

I am just going to keep carrying mine.

Dal.

Always be careful. Slave
hunters are still after you,

so you must never go to Hanyang.

Never.

Of course, I know.

Do not worry.

I have no intention of going
to Hanyang whatsoever.

(Hanyang)

I said I had no intention of going.
I never said my body would not.

My heart is still back in Boryeong.

Anyway, did he call this
a map? What even is this?

Excuse me, a quick question...

Go ahead.

Never mind. I will figure it out.

What was that about?

He is just walking away.

All right, then.

(The Marriage Ban)

What?

- What is that about?
- They are issuing a marriage ban.

Why are they even bothering to post that?

No noble families will submit
their Four Pillars Letters.

Why not? You have
really not heard the stories?

Crown Princess, Queen, it does not matter.

Any woman in the palace ends up dead.

Oh, really?

What is the meaning of this?

You mean none of our ministers
submitted a Four Pillars Letter?

As you know, Your Highness.

Left State Councilor's
daughter is the assumed choice.

Why would anyone submit a letter...

knowing they will just be a stand-in?

Those selfish fools.

Your Highness.

Backing the Crown Prince
is not our only option.

We still have Grand Prince Je Un.
The late king's son, your only kin.

I am the one who framed his
mother and had her executed,

and I am the one who had
him deposed as Crown Prince.

And now you are telling me
to back Grand Prince Jeun?

If he ascends the throne,

what guarantee do I have that
he will not avenge his mother?

- But Your Highness.
- Grand Prince Jeun is unacceptable.

Yes, Your Highness.

Go through the Head Merchant
of the Hanyang Merchant Guild...

and find me a suitable girl.

If one of my own cannot
become the Crown Princess,

then the royal heir must at
least be born to one of my own.

I must prevent the
next heir to the throne...

from being descended from that
snake the Left State Councilor.

Your Highness, with the Marriage Ban,

we will set up the Royal
Wedding Directorate.

(A temporary office for royal weddings)

- As you wish, Left State Councilor.
- Yes, Your Highness.

I propose we grant a memorial
for a Virtuous Woman to the family...

to make an example of
their virtue for all to follow.

Do as you see fit. And...

if you have anything else to
add, do as you please with that too.

Well then, I have other plans
today, so I will be taking my leave.

Forgive my asking, Your Highness,
but what plans might those be?

- I am going to the courtesan house.
- The courtesan house?

Grand Prince Je Un is back from
Qing. I have a debt I need to repay,

so a visit to the courtesan
house is in order.

That crazy jerk!

With a mansion this
huge, you still want to...

drive your daughter-in-law
to an early grave?

Darn it all. The rich are always the worst.

- Hello? Anyone home?
- Yes.

- What do you want?
- I am just a passing peddler. Here.

Pardon the intrusion.

What is the point of
showing wares to a sinner...

who caused her husband's death?

- I have fine things. Please look.
- That is enough. Show her out.

Yes, my lady. Out you go. Now.

- But I have so many nice things...
- I said, get out.

Oh, dear. What is this...

Oh, no. What do I do? Goodness, this...

("Suicide Anthology")

("The Virtuous Woman's Handbook")

Wait!

She took the bait.

Yes?

- Take her to the annex.
- Yes, my lady.

Thank you, my lady.

Follow me.

Thank you.

You...

Lord Heo sent me.

Are they making you
take your life for the sake...

of a Gate of the Virtuous Woman?

Do you want to live?

Now, which one shall we choose?

Go on, you can choose. If
you are hesitating, do not.

I have plenty of options,
so feel free to choose.

In fact, you must choose.

Gosh, she is just
telling her to die outright.

Merchants are so ruthless. How vicious.

I will explain each one slowly,

so you can choose what you would like.

This one is a popular choice
among the Widows' Village women.

And this is a silver
dagger from my aunt's inn.

Or if you would rather, I
have items imported from Qing.

I happen to have a lot
of connections in Qing.

(Widows' Village, aunt's inn, Qing)

I suppose I have to...

choose the first one.

(Widows' Village)

Excellent choice.

Then allow me to explain how to use it.

Here are the instructions.

I understand.

This...

Could you possibly...

I will take care of it.

You could have just
tucked it inside your clothes.

That should work.

It feels so good to get out like this.

This might be fun for you,
but for us, it is part of the job.

Could you not just stay put
at the Palace for once, please?

No way. It is too gloomy.

Both the Palace and this royal dragon robe.

I am starting to suspect that
maybe you are the gloomy one...

And I think...

it might not look half bad if I
buried you in this gloomy dirt.

- It is a reasonable certainty.
- Goodness, my apologies.

Sorry, but I just have to
speak my mind to feel at ease.

Look at you.

Yoon Se Dol, get over
here now! Get over here!

I said, come here!

Does this punk have a
death wish or something?

The color is so lovely.

It is so bold.

It has a unique feel to it.

Crown Princess.

Your Royal Highness.

Your Royal Highness, what is wrong?

I just saw my Crown Princess.

You confirmed both her final
letter and her body yourself.

You helped cover her burial
mound. How could it possibly be her?

But I am sure it was the Crown Princess.

What was that?

I just arrived and already hit a landmine.

Is he...

looking at me?

Slave hunters are still after you,

so you must never go to Hanyang.

What is he looking at so intently?

- Gosh, you scared me!
- Goodness.

What? Is that really my master? Darn it.

Darn, that hurts. That really hurts.

I have committed a crime worthy of death!

Here it is! Right here!
I have it right here!

So, was it really just a vision?

Oh, my.

You can find a place like
that in an area like this?

What is this?

Hanyang really is a different world.

Right. I was way too careless.

"No one cares," my foot.

A runaway slave from Hanyang,
without even trying to be discreet.

I was parading around saying,
"Please come and catch me."

My goodness.

Dal was on the run from slave hunters

And she lost her parents

By her darn master in Hanyang

She was being chased

Shabba shabba, shabba

What in the shabba?

Why hit a landmine as
soon as I get to Hanyang?

What?

What was that?

What?

Hey!

Darn it.

Hey.

Hey, you.

What?

- Yes.
- Right. That is more important.

Goodness.

Looks like your teeth are okay.

Gosh, you are out of it.

(Eunwol Pavilion)

Gosh...

My head.

Gosh, my head.

Are you all right?

- Do you know how worried I was?
- Gosh.

Goodness.

I am fine.

Where is my stuff?

Goodness.

This is something else, right?

Gosh, I should be on my way.

Did you not hear me?

- I said I was worried.
- Well, thanks for your concern.

And thank you for the treatment.

I will be going.

You are just going to leave like that?

What about that?

Oh, no, it is broken. What a shame.

What kind of reaction is that?

You break my property,
and you are this nonchalant?

What am I supposed to do?

Technically, I did not break it.

You are the one who threw it at my head.

I did not throw it. I was
startled and dropped it.

I am a lady, and I was changing
when a stranger was staring at me.

I was startled and
screamed. Would not anyone?

Besides, who sits in a high place
holding something so valuable?

Unbelievable.

The nerve of you to turn this around on me.

Look.

I could not get that much cash
even if my life depended on it.

You might as well skin me alive
and use my hide for clothes. Go on.

At least I will be of some use
to your household that way.

For a woman, you have a
gruesome way with words.

When your life is full of landmines,
you tend to forget the pretty words.

So,

what are you going to do with me now?

What do you mean, "What am I going to do?"

You are not worried I would kill
you over one broken item, are you?

Does that mean...

- you are going to forgive me?
- Of course.

Once you pay for the damages.

Father.

Mother.

I am leaving.

Where do you think you are going?

Until I have concluded my business,

you will wait here.

- Steward.
- Yes, sir.

That is strange. Where did
the ornamental daggers go?

Dal took them all with her.

She sells salt.

Why would she need ornamental
daggers? And all of them too.

I guess she dreams of being Chunhyang.

"My dear Mong Ryong,
shall I peel you a pear?"

Gosh, you.

Come to think of it,

she left with the salt pot on her back,

but she did not take any salt with her.

What?

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my. My goodness.

My stomach! I need to go.

I cannot hold it. It is coming!

I am still a woman. How
can I do that in front of a man?

- I cannot do it. Gosh!
- Come on.

I will not look, so do
not worry. All right?

Here. Go on.

Wait, what is that sound?

Are you taking a dump in the chamber pot?

Really?

My butt does not know how to lie.

When you have to go, you have to go.

It has been brewing for ten days,
so you had better plug your nose.

- Be careful or you will break it.
- Wait. Hold on!

For crying out loud.

So?

Should I stay seated?

Or should I get up?

Get up.

Such a delightful tune, is it not?

Nothing beats our own.

Am I right?

If you are such a fan of all things local,

then why would you steal
something from a Western country?

Did you miss me this much?

To chase me all the way out here?

How dare you snatch my
watch and run off to Qing?

Did you think if you
just laid low for a month,

I would just forgive and forget?

It is not yours. It is mine.

I bought it with my own money.

- I am the one who ordered it!
- Come on. Have you forgotten?

Our long-standing rule. Finders keepers.

Did you not take my telescope last time?

Stop being a smarty-pants
and bring it here now!

About that.

It is broken.

How could something pricey break so easily?

When it broke,

I thought my heart was
breaking right along with it.

What do I do? Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up and get out.

You must have a death wish.

If you could not even take care of it,

why did you take it to begin with?

Look at you.

- Wait!
- Get over here!

You little brat!

He is gone.

It has been five years. Has
your acting not improved at all?

How hard is it to play a scoundrel?

You cannot fool the Left State Councilor?

- It is my natural air of dignity.
- That is not it.

Your Royal Highness is
an impeccable scoundrel.

You are the epitome of an
immature, good-for-nothing punk.

The Left State Councilor
is just too suspicious.

Give me a sword.

Hey. You little punk.

You want me to show you a real sword dance?

Do not worry too much.

If I ever do my sword dance,

it will be a private performance
just for the Left State Councilor.

I will behead the Left State Councilor...

and avenge the Crown Princess and Mother.

Last month, the Crown Prince
brought a treasure from Qing,

and it seems Grand Prince Je Un took it.

It seems he went to Qing for a month
to escape the Crown Prince's wrath.

They are just squabbling over a toy.

They are just children. Why
are you so wary of them?

Genghis Khan's driving
force was avenging his father.

Are you saying the Crown Prince
is some kind of Genghis Khan?

The Crown Prince lost the
Deposed Crown Princess,

and I am the reason Grand Prince
Je Un's mother died with a grudge.

So both of them must
hold a grudge against me.

Just as suspicion is
the most solid fortress,

the desire for revenge is
the most powerful weapon.

(Women)

Do not even think about
trying anything funny.

I am working here. It is work.

I am on the job.

Yeon? What are you doing here?

Stop that gisaeng! Over there!
The one wearing the straw sandals.

- By order of Grand Prince Je Un!
- Out of the way! Move!

Stop that gisaeng!

Oh, my gosh!

Sorry! Excuse me!

Please stop that gisaeng! It
is Grand Prince Je Un's order!

Somebody, please stop that gisaeng.

Someone, please stop that gisaeng.

Hey, there... Over there!

You are in for a surprise if
you doubt a porter's stamina!

Good grief, why are you up there?

Hey, hold on! Do not push me.

Just leave him be.

Darn it!

Do not underestimate
this steward's persistence.

- Darn it.
- My gosh.

Just stop running already. Good grief.

It is not a big deal,

but it is about Dal.

Why is she not allowed to go to Hanyang?

All of a sudden, I just have to know.

I have already told you. She is
a runaway slave from Hanyang.

The slave hunters
are still looking for her.

Well...

Just tell me the truth.

Dal is not just some slave, is she?

Who is she, really?

Dal is...

By any chance, did Dal go to Hanyang?

No.

Hanyang? Of course not.

She went to Pyeongyang.

You must remember this.

Dal must never...

go to Hanyang.

Stop following me!

Wait. You could die if you fall. Got it?

Just stop moving, will you? Seriously!

If you just cooperate now,

I will personally make
sure Grand Prince Je Un...

- never hears about this. Deal?
- Grand Prince Je Un?

A Grand Prince means...

- So he is a Royal Relative?
- Lucky if he were just any.

He is the Late King's one
and only legitimate eldest son!

I know it is a courtesan
house, but why is it so rowdy?

Come on.

If you do not come down now,

I will tell Grand Prince
Je Un it all. Got it?

Well, it beats dying.

Darn it.

So, what would happen?

She dies.

The King will order you poison.
You must flee now, Your Highness!

No one...

must ever find out...

who she is.

(Moon River)

- I have missed you, my lady.
- Oh, my.

You have parents? Since when?

- Since I was born.
- If you...

happen to catch a falling flower petal,

do you know what happens?

If you catch a falling flower petal...

It seems I have been caught
up in something very serious.

Let go of me! I said, let me go!

You. If I solve this problem...

- Where is she?
- Oh, my!

Will you tell me then?

I asked you, where is she?