Gwanghae, Wangyidoen namja

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Drink it.

I said drink.

What are you waiting for?

Punish me with death, Your Majesty.

Punish us with death.

Chief Royal Secretary to see His Majesty.

What happened?

The silver spoon turned black.

I shall have my bedchamber

moved at once.

Your Majesty,

you must hold your ground,

especially at a time like this.

Is that all you have to say?

What would please your enemies more

than to see you abandon your quarters?

I beg Your Majesty to take heed.

Approach me.

Leave us.

Have you found one?

Forgive me, Sire but...

Make haste.

He must look exactly like me.

I cannot trust anyone.

No one.

I beg Your Majesty to take heed.

We beg Your Majesty to take heed.

Don't you hear the cries

of the scholars?

I beg you to allow an inquisition

of Yu Jeong-ho.

We beg of Your Majesty.

No, Your Majesty!

If you allow inquisitions

based on hearsay,

there'll be a flood of

unjustified accusations,

giving rise to great disarray.

You are crossing the line,

Chief Secretary!

How dare you dismiss the advice

of the King's loyal servants?

It worries me that

you're giving weight to rumor

when there are more urgent

outstanding state affairs.

What is more urgent than treason?

Your Majesty,

Yu Jeong-ho must be

put to death at once.

No, Your Majesty!

Punishment can wait until

right and wrong has been determined.

Yu Jeong-ho is a dangerous man.

Give us a royal command, Your Majesty.

Your command, Your Majesty.

His Majesty the King!

Your Majesty.

Yu is a heretic who rejects

orthodox teachings.

Retribution for his crime

must not be delayed.

We beg Your Majesty to take heed.

I beg Your Majesty to take heed.

Tread on our backs if you must.

We beg of Your Majesty.

This time,

they will really have

my brother beheaded.

Madam.

This madness will only end...

...upon my death.

His Majesty the King!

The King climbs over the wall

and opens the door,

asking for Hong-jin.

Hong-jin.

Where are you, my dear?

Gotcha!

You're hiding here.

Come on out.

Come on out of there.

Oh my!

Let's see.

Aren't you voluptuous?

You're a lucky man.

Your Majesty,

you call upon me

without notice again.

If you keep doing this,

I fear it will be the death of me.

Come here, whore.

The King takes her soft hand

and pulls her deep into the Court.

He reaches for her undergarment

and her ample derriere rubs

against his royal body.

The King smiles happily.

Then, once on the left,

and once on the right,

and flips her over

for some more.

Watching the sunrise in the east,

screw, screw!

Watching the sunset in the west,

screw, screw!

Screw here and screw there,

all night long!

Take off the cover.

Sir, sir.

Listen to me, I beg of you.

The King involving himself

with the court ladies

is such an absurd idea.

Something that can

never happen in real life,

and that's what makes

it interesting.

Help him up.

With all due respect, sir,

who are you?

Listen to me carefully

if you wish to live.

In a moment, you shall have

an audience with the King.

Sir?

When His Majesty asks you a question,

respond with "Yes, Your Majesty."

When a longer answer is required,

you must answer by saying

"If it pleases Your Majesty."

You must not ask questions

or look upon his face.

Make him presentable to the King.

Lift your head.

Repeat what I say.

"Is anyone there?"

Yes, Your Majesty.

I said repeat.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Insufferable wretch!

Is that all you have to say?

If it pleases Your Majesty.

Repeat what I say, "Is anyone there?"

I said repeat.

Insufferable wretch!

Is that all you have to say?

Not bad indeed.

He performs masked farce

at the courtesans' house.

Judging from his basic knowledge

of Chinese characters,

I presume he is not

of a low birth.

Repeat what I say.

"Is anyone there?"

Yes, Your Majesty.

Would you care for

a night snack?

All right.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Have a night snack brought in.

Have plenty brought in.

You scared me...

Calling upon me so frequently

will upset the Queen.

Will it not?

What choice do I have?

I only sleep soundly next to you.

Get up.

Sir.

You can go now.

Once every 3 nights,

when the curfew bell sounds,

wait by the west palace gate.

Don't be late.

You shall not speak of

anything about tonight.

You found the right man.

Follow me looking at my heels only.

Be careful.

Three!

Spare me, My Lord!

He was charged with the

telling of lewd stories.

I beg of you!

I never knew it constituted a crime.

I'm telling the truth.

The gentry talk of far more lewd things,

do they not?

Who are you comparing yourself to?

Four.

Four!

Whoever it was that ratted me out,

I shall kill the wretched bastard.

Five.

Five!

Hold it.

Does it hurt?

Spare me, my Lord.

I hear a new young courtesan

has just arrived at Honglu.

How about it?

Her, in exchange for this.

But it's not up to me to decide.

My Lord!

Hit the sh*t out of him.

Save me, my Lord!

Take all the time you need, Miss.

Did you say you

were from Jeonju?

Yes.

How old are you?

Fifteen.

I am terribly sorry.

I miss my mama.

Not a single chick was killed.

If arsenic was present,

even in the smallest dose,

it would have killed the chicks.

If it wasn't poison,

what turned the spoon black?

Recently, they started using

bamboo salt to season King's food.

Bamboo salt?

Yes, Your Majesty.

The iron found in bamboo salt changed

the color of the spoon.

I implore you, Sire and

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