Hwajung (화정)

You sure this is the way?

Wait... Wait...

We've been here before.

Again?

Ghosts, you think?

We'll never get back to camp.

Hang on.

Where in the world...?

It's not on here.

Let's see.

...Is this...?

Officer Jang!

What is this place?

Who's that? You human?

Pardon me.

You a bear?

Move on already.

It's out of our hands.

It wasn't exactly unexpected.

Still... It's not easy to let go.

That box may well bathe the royal house in blood.

Which is why we shouldn't waste energy on it.

This is the beginning.

Listen, it's the first full moon of the year.

A little wine and you'll see things differently.

In that case, His Majesty could use some.

That is so... you.

Something going on?

Yes, sir.

The night patrol had some trouble.

When will the court be ready?

By the end of the month.

I see.

To think it's nearly done at last.

Try to complete it sooner.

His Majesty is eager to see his new palace.

Your Highness.

Send the men home early. The new moon, after all.

Your Highness.

Your Highness.

You're needed at the palace.

The Ming envoys have arrived.

Your Highness! Your Highness!

The princess isn't here?

Lady Choe.

She was right here.

I combed her hair and everything. Then poof.

You realize what today is?

What?

Chasing what? Where?

Back at the construction site again?

Impressive.

So.

Since I'm going to die soon...

and it will be your palace, is that it?

Not at all, Sire.

The new palace has great meaning to you.

I only want...

The envoys brought something with them.

Take a look.

The Ming did not select you as the crowned prince.

The son of a concubine.

They've refused your claim for 16 years.

Yet you dare call yourself the crown prince...

with an eye on Changdok Palace?

You dare eye the throne,

without knowing your place?

Father.

Father.

Princess.

What brings my little girl here?

I wanted to ask you something.

Oh?

You know what day it is?

The first new moon.

It is. So?

So... Buy my swelter off of me.

Your swelter?

Commoners sell off their summer swelters.

Makes the summer nicer.

So you're selling yours to me?

Yes.

See that?

I wouldn't laugh at all if not for her.

Oh. My brother's here.

Princess, what did I tell you?

Address him as the crown prince.

Your pardon, Sire. Her behavior...

Not at all. Quite the opposite.

Go to your quarters.

Ten shin lashes are barely enough.

Don't be too hard on her.

It was nice to see the king laughing again.

See?

My own brother says...

- I told you... - I told her to.

I'm a brother before I'm a crown prince.

I appreciate that.

But rules must be observed.

Shall we?

One moment.

You can relax.

She's upset now, but it will pass.

Yes, Crown Prince.

You. 'Brother' is fine.

But Mother says...

When we're alone then.

Call me your brother all you want.

All right?

You don't mind?

Let's go.

Jongmyong.

Yes?

Buy my swelters.

Brother!

That's so... you're so...

Let's go, Your Highness.

More herbs?

You're not getting better.

Talk about walking on thin ice.

Word is the prince may not be crowned.

Is the feast prepared?

My lady.

So you lead the Myongnyun?

You're a little baby.

Big talk. Put up or shut up.

I tell it like it is.

Then put up.

- One. - Two.

Three!

Push 'em back!

The straw man! Get the flag!

...you little...

Now!

No!

I was first. We won.

Did not!

Halt!

The guards.

Halt!

Police?

Kids today.

It's the same every year.

What would your parents say?

Fighting over some straw.

You won't like where you're staying tonight.

Where's the little rat scurrying to?

Another one.

You're the leader? Right?

What's your name?

Well?

My lord?

Lord Juwon?

Hold on.

Lord Inu?

Long time, Officer Nam.

City guards. You know who that is?

Stand back. You're all dead.

His lordship...!

- You nuts? - Are you?

No decay.

They say he's been dead a few years.

And still intact.

Check his identity.

Sir.

Oh, the scroll found with him...

Does the chief know what's going on?

Mayor.

A word.

Our men have to work together.

A straw man.

Now you're brawling?

Like trash in the streets.

Your pardon, Father.

Your pardon, sir.

Three rice and barley stalls.

Two vegetable carts. Ten furs.

An herbalist's wares ruined.

Sergeant.

Lock them up.

Sir?

Father.

Sir.

You play, you pay. It's time you learned that.

A night should do it.

You can't do that.

Oh?

The new moon contest is traditional.

Everyone enjoys it.

Also, today is a special day where certain crimes are pardoned.

Tradition is not in your jurisdiction.

That so?

What about the rock throwers and the shoe thieves?

Are you planning to lock the whole city up?

What's fair is fair.

They got us there.

That's a smart boy you've got.

Mine wasn't far behind.

Kids.

They'll be fine young men.