The Throne Page #6

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Burn it.

But Your Majesty,

it's an important evidence.

Your Majesty, I find it hard to believe that

someone of his lowly status

can dare to report on the Crown Prince.

I beg you to investigate who is behind him.

How can you know about

affairs within the court walls?

The eunuch who was murdered by

the Crown Prince was my brother.

We must find out who's behind.

We beg of you, Your Majesty!

Your Highness, you can't be here.

Sire! Allow me to confront him.

Accusation of treason is preposterous!

How dare you try to frame me?

Who put you up to this?

My brother who you brutally killed!

You are more than capable

of high treason.

Your majesty!

I lied about treason

to have an audience with you,

Your Majesty, to plead injustice.

But everything about the Prince's misconduct

is true to the letter.

Your Majesty,

falsely accusing the Crown Prince of treason is

a serious crime that shouldn't be taken lightly.

You abominable wretches!

Even a lowly man like him acts

out of concern for this country

and bravely reports

the Crown Prince's faults.

You who receive stipend

didn't bother to report on him?

How can this country not be ruined?

Please allow the Crown Prince

to confront the man

and discover who is behind this.

Please, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, even if you take our disloyalty

and his unfortunate

circumstances into account,

his crime of deceiving the King must be

punished by the most severe sentence.

No, Your Majesty.

You mustn't execute him yet.

I appreciate your loyalty and

I sympathize with your circumstances.

Because of you, I have learned of

the Prince's misconducts.

However, falsely accusing treason

is a great offense.

I command you

to behead him.

Your majesty!

Before you execute him,

please find out who's behind him.

Please reveal the truth, Sire!

Do you really wish to

make your son a traitor?

Your existence in itself is treason.

How dare you wield your sword

at your wife and sister?

What are you, a butcher?

This is all because of

my pent-up anger.

Pent-up anger?

Why don't you just go mad?

I don't want to see your face.

Go to Geumcheon Bridge and beg for punishment.

The soul that left us today

If you may visit us

Enjoy this good food

And drink from this cup

May you pass unto

the good fortune

unspent in your life

Following the words of this mantra

please rid of grudges

and all hard feelings

but encourage kindness

and unload all worries

May only luck remain

May you enter nirvana

and reincarnate as a man

What's the matter?

The Crown Prince headed out

to the King's palace with his sword.

My Lord!

Step aside.

Please stop, my Lord.

No, not this!

He says my existence

in itself is treason.

I will show him.

Get out of my way.

- Please stop.

- Out!

My Lord!

My Lord!

My Lady!

My Lady!

The Crown Prince has set out for

the King's palace with his sword.

I fear for King's safety.

If we don't stop him now,

he's going to bring down

the Royal Grandson with him.

My Lady!

That's my grandson.

I hear that your father threw a banquet

for your grandmother's 60th birthday?

That's true, Grandfather.

I heard you bowed 4 times, too.

That is also true, Grandfather.

Your real grandmother is

but a mere concubine.

Why did you bow 4 times

like you would to king or queen?

Isn't that against the decorum?

Answer me.

I can bow before you a hundred,

a thousand times even if you weren't King.

Why is that?

Because men come before

all laws and decorum.

Not the other way round.

Confucius also said not to see

the trivia of decorum but to see the heart.

That day, I saw my father's heart.

When your

older brother died

and I begot you at the age of forty.

THE SEVENTH DAY:

I was so overjoyed

that I invested you

the Crown Prince as a baby

and started educating you

as King from the age of 2.

I could never forget

the brightness and wisdom

you showed in those days.

But then...

you started playing with swords,

painting pictures of dogs,

and neglected your studies.

And I felt as though the heaven

collapsed from top of me.

Is that why you had me

sit in front of your vassals

and made an imbecile out of me?

I did so out of desire

to make you a good king.

Do you know how anxious I got

every time you made a mistake?

How is that my fault?

It was because you

gave the sword handle to your vassals

when you became King.

Don't you know the fate of a prince

who doesn't seize the throne?

If I didn't become the King

with their help,

I would've long been killed.

You wouldn't exist, if I died back then.

Because I know that,

I tried so hard to understand you.

But... the way you treated me

smothered me.

I couldn't endure it.

Is learning so important?

Is one's attire so important?

Your subjects will look down on you

for your lack of learning

or for a crooked trouser tie.

In this country, learning is the country's

prime value. The decorum is the prime value.

Do you know why

I didn't kill you that night?

Because men come before

all laws and decorum.

How can learning or decorum

be the prime value if it oppresses men?

I don't want to be king,

I don't want power.

All I wanted was

one loving gaze and...

one warm word from my father.

How is it that

you and I could only

have this conversation

at the crossroads of life and death?

I shall be...

recorded as a father

who killed his own son.

You...

won't be recorded as a traitor

who conspired to kill King

but as a lunatic

who tried to kill his own father.

That's the only way...

that your son can be saved.

If I weren't a King

and if you weren't the King's son,

how could this have happened?

This is our fate.

You...

my silly boy.

Why did you have to

make your old father

commit this atrocity?

How could a mother

who drove her son to death

expect to live?

Even the grass won't grow

on my tomb.

Oh my baby.

My Lady...

Madam!

How can you be at fault?

My son...

It wasn't me that got him killed.

It wasn't my fault, was it?

It wasn't my fault.

Tell me it wasn't my fault...

My baby... my son...

Head back to the palace.

Play the song of triumph.

How relentless...

A triumphal music after

putting his own son to death.

THE EIGHTH DAY:

1,000 bags of rice!

2,000 bags!

3,000 bags!

In considering the Royal Grandson's heart,

and remonstration of my vassals,

I reinstate the Crown Prince's title

and grant him

the posthumous name 'Sa-Do'.

Sa as in 'to think'

and Do as in 'to mourn.'

Come with me.

Now!

He is not Prince Sado's

son any more.

We must send him off

to the King at once.

Take off your mourning clothes.

No, Mother.

I don't want to.

You must take it off and leave now.

No.

No.

No, Mother.

You must accede to the throne

if you wish to avenge your father's death.

14 YEARS LATER

The reason

I abolish your father's record

is for your kingship,

and this country's future.

Whoever tries to elevate

your late father's title to a king

will be deemed traitor

to the dynasty.

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