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Oh? The Treasure Pavilion
is ready for Dong Yi?
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Yes, Sire.
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I'm glad to hear it.
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But we may have to postpone the move.
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Postpone? Why?
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Something about a problem
with her retainers being sick.
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Sick? But Dong Yi's fine, right?
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Yes, perfectly fine.
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That's a relief.
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I hate to say this...
but you may have to wait a bit more.
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Hm?
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To consummate the union, Sire.
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Haven't you been waiting until she was settled
in her permanent residence?
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What? What're you..?
That's not it at all.
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I'm telling you it's not like that.
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Of course not.
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Anyway, no doubt Dong Yi's
upset over her sick ladies.
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All part of being in charge, I suppose.
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Actually, Junggeum has been getting sicker
since she got here.
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She's this way.
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Eunuch Han.
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My lady.
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What brings you here?
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Where are we going?
And why are we dressed like this?
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You know the place.
Don't worry.
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When you bring me clothes
it's always something big.
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How can I not be worried?
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I'm merely following orders.
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My lord...
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Ah, Dong Yi.
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- My lady.
- My Lady Chun.
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- Sirs.
- Come, sit.
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My lord, what's all this?
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I thought you might like
to get out for some air.
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Was I right?
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I'm sure palace life is far too staid
for my little bulldog.
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My lord.
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We've been wanting to see her
to so we leapt at the chance.
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It's true, you know.
They really did leap.
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Before they looked.
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It's a little bitter today.
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- He told me to--
- You leapt first.
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Here.
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He leapt first.
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You're still here?
-
- Huh?
- We're just leaving...
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Sirs.
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Kidding, kidding!
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Are you that gullible?
Or am I that good an actor?
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I never saw that coming.
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Here, Dong Yi, drink up.
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When elshe we gonna knock back a few?
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Lush! It's 'my lady' now.
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Right, I keep forgettin'.
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It's fine, sir. I have the same trouble.
Just take your time.
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Sire, if I may..?
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Dong Yi, Dong Yi..!
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Lishen, you gotta understand.
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You've always been Dong Yi, right,
so it's hard to change.
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Sire, please understand,
he's had too much to drink.
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It's fine.
All in good fun, right?
-
Hear that?
The King understands, see?
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So, Dong Yi, down the hatch.
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Down..!
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Alright, alright.
-
Your hand!
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Huh?
-
Whose hand you holding?
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My lord.
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I beg your pardon. Kill me now!
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Ah-ha. Since you know
you deserve to die...
-
how about we chop off a hand?
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Huh? A hand?
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You! Get me a scythe.
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- Sire!
- Sire.
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Well? I've got a hand to chop off.
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His hand? But why his hand?
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Why? Shouldn't I?
-
My lord.
-
Kidding! It's a joke!
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Sire, you're killing me!
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How can you joke about that?
I thought I'd die too.
-
It wasn't all a joke. I was pretty mad
there for a minute.
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I swear Dong Yi--
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I mean, Her Highfalutin will never
endure my lowly hand again.
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Good. Sorry for the scare.
Drink up.
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Yes, Sire.
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It was scary, but kind of nice, too.
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Oh? How so?
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Because you care for her so much.
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Sir.
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Sire, please always treasure her.
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Do that and you can break
his hand a dozen times over.
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No he can't.
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Don't worry. You have my word, man-to-man.
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Sire, thank you.
-
Thank you.
-
Now, a toast.
-
My lord.
-
- Sire.
- I'm fine.
-
- Find shelter.
- Sir.
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This way, Sire.
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Whew, I swear.
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Some storm.
It's my fault you--
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Not at all.
Why would you say that?
-
There it goes again.
-
My lord, are you ill?
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No.
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But you're holding your heart.
Is the rain making you sick?
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I'm fine, I said. Really.
-
My lord.
-
Why am I still..?
Eunuch Han!
-
Yes, Sire?
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Isn't the palanquin here yet?
-
Yes, but with the wind and the rain
it's probably not safe yet.
-
What?
-
How long do I have to put up with this?
-
At least until the storm dies down.
-
I swear, until the storm..?
-
So we're stuck here?
-
My lord.
-
My point exactly...
-
You're sure you're alright?
-
Sure I'm sure.
-
After waiting all this time
for her pavilion...
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An inn? Heh.
-
Pardon me, sir?
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Nothing.
-
The King won't be going back
to the palace tonight.
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Secure the premises.
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Sir.
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- Secure the premises.
- Sir.
-
Well, then... I guess we won't be
going back tonight.
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I'm sorry, my lord. You're stuck here because of me.
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No, why do you say that?
-
It's always something
when we're together.
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I don't know what to do about it.
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Always something?
But I'm always happy with you.
-
Why would you say that?
-
My lord.
-
Is it getting hotter in here?
-
I could use a drink.
-
Allow me.
-
Fine. Good, good.
-
Dong Yi.
-
Yes?
-
It's spilling.
-
Huh?
-
The wine. It's spilling.
-
Oh... uh-oh...
-
I'm so sorry.
Towel... where's..?
-
I'm so sorry.
-
It's always something.
Why do I keep doing this?
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Dong Yi.
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Yes?
