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So that was her decision?
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Yes, Sire.
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It couldn't have been easy.
It's the nature of responsibility.
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And it's her nature, as well.
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Yes, you're right.
It's her nature.
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Things are back where they belong.
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The Queen is on her throne
and you seem much happier.
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Oh? Do I?
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Yes, Sire. All your worries are gone.
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Except for one.
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One?
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Yes, Sire.
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And that is?
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Something you've wanted for a long time.
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Wanted?
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For Lady Chun to be with child.
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Now listen!
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What makes you think--?
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I swear... a little exile
goes a long way, you.
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How about a little discretion, huh?
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Your pardon, Sire.
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Well, just remember the word 'exile'.
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But speaking of which...
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I had a dream last night.
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Sire? A dream?
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Yes.
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That's a fertility dream, Sire.
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Really? Fertility?
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Yes, Sire.
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Well, the dragon was definitely flying...
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I've never had a dream like this,
so I don't know if you're right or not.
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I'm right, Sire.
It's a fertility dream.
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It is?
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This details the materials used
for the Queen's return?
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Yes. A complete inventory
of materials and labor.
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Send the extra materials and
the books to the finance office.
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My lady.
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Now then...
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My lady!
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My lord.
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I was just passing by. I got to thinking
and was wondering about something.
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Isn't it about time you moved
into your new pavilion?
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Very soon now.
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Good. The Queen said you should
move after your induction.
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The Queen takes great care of me.
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Good. And nothing is making you...
uncomfy?
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Uncomfy?
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Oh, you know, easily fatigued,
getting tired for no reason?
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No, I'm busy, but I feel great.
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Oh?
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If this is about the inspector's office,
you can rest easy.
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I've always had more stamina than you.
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No, not that so much...
but do you have any sudden cravings?
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For something sour, maybe?
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Sour? Blech, I hate sour foods.
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I never crave sour stuff, ever.
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Eunuch Han, I swear...
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- My lord?
- Never mind.
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But where did that come from?
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Oh, nowhere.
But you're adapting alright?
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No food cravings?
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Ah! There is something.
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And that is?
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Well, I... oh, never mind.
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Come on, tell me.
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It's nothing.
They don't have it here.
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The palace has everything, just name it.
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Not this. Never mind.
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What, the king can't get you
any food you like?
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Name it.
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My lord...
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I'm fine, really.
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Well I'm not.
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- But for you to come yourself...
- What's done is done.
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I owed the Welfare Office a visit anyway.
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It's where they look after the poor, right?
I should be sure it's run properly.
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My lord.
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But listen, welfare gruel?
What makes you want that?
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I'm not sure myself.
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Maybe because it's what I had
when I was starving.
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Before I came to the palace,
during the famine...
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I went 3 days without food
and that porridge--
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What? Three days?
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Yes, it's not uncommon
for the destitute, my lord.
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After 3 days, to hold that bowl,
a gift from my country...
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I've never had anything
so warm and good.
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Three days... I never knew...
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So many of them.
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They've been waiting since dawn.
And still they'll have to turn some away.
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Turn them away? Why?
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There's never enough porridge.
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But I gave strict instructions
for the granary to allot food...
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for the poor in lean years.
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Not enough?
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My lord.
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- How can--?
- Sire.
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My lord.
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Don't. Don't scoop it back in.
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Huh?
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What are you--?
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To eat that, after you..?
Get up.
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This way. Easy...
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Get us some gruel.
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Sire.
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Are you alright?
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Yes, yes...
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How could this happen?
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No more today. Come back tomorrow!
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Please..! Let us in, please...
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We had to come back yesterday, too!
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Oh, so you won't leave, huh?
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My child hasn't eaten in 4 days.
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Please, just enough for the child!
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Oh, a troublemaker, huh?
Maybe you'd rather take a beating?
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Sir!
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Please!
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Well? Get rid of this trash!
-
Sir!
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Stop this at once!
-
What the--?
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Fool! Bow to your betters!
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This is your King!
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Sire.
-
- Sire.
- Sire.
-
- Sire.
- Sire.
-
How could this happen? How..?
-
Let me get this straight.
-
I allot you extra grain for the poor...
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and THIS is all you have left?
-
Your pardon, Sire.
-
My pardon? Is that all you have to say?
-
Sire.
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Remove him from office and
report this to the finance office.
-
Sire.
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And transfer all these men to the border.
-
Sire.
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You're in charge here
until I find a new chief.
-
Sire.
-
See that the people outside are fed
porridge immediately.
-
As of today,
no one will ever be turned away.
-
The day that happens is
the day YOU die, is that clear?
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Yes, Sire.
Just as you say, Sire.
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My lord.
-
I had no idea.
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I took their reports at face value.
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These people needed me...
-
and all I did was read reports.
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What kind of King am I?
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How they must despise me.
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No, my lord.
They don't despise you.
-
I was like them.
-
Each time I came here I gave thanks for
a King that didn't forget his nation's poor.
-
Dong Yi.
-
Please don't be upset.
-
They know how deeply you care for them.
-
Thank you, Dong Yi.
-
Once again you've show me
what I should do.
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What a King should do.
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My lord.
