The air was electric with anticipation as the guests arrived at the grand ballroom. It was the night of the Crown Prince's birthday celebration, and all were anxious to see the famous performances that had been rumored.

But as the hours ticked by, concern grew. The entertainment had still not begun, and the guests were growing impatient. That was when a stir rose up in the crowd as the doors at the back of the room suddenly swung open.

Out stepped a dancer, cloaked in a flowing fabric, with only her eyes visible. The light from the candles reflected off her skin, casting a golden glow. Dressed in the beautiful hanbok, making the guest in awed.

The Crown Prince, who was sitting near the front, felt a jolt of recognition wash over him as he watched the dancer's graceful movements. Something about her seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Who is she...?"

He muttered under his breath. Suddenly, the sound of a beautiful, melodic voice rang out, singing the words to a hauntingly beautiful song. The audience was transfixed, their breaths catching in their throats as they listened.

Lee Yeong found himself completely captivated, unable to take his eyes off the dancer. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was seeing something he shouldn't be seeing. Something that was too intimate, too personal. The dancer's movements had reminded him of his mother, who had been a dancer as well. He had always admired her grace and skill, and now he felt as if he had seen a ghost of her dancing before him.

Tears nearly fell from his eyes, but he forced them back, not wanting to appear weak. Instead, he let out a deep sigh and keep watching her; you, his eunuch who is dancing gracefully.