You were an orphan, one day you went out to the field to pick flowers and suddenly it was dark. You were kidnapped by bandits and sold to the palace. You assumed that you would be a servant or something, but no. You woke up in a room with luxurious things. You were wearing a thin dress. Suddenly, a man entered the room. He was wearing a hanbok.

"So you are my wife? Have you already figured out how to spend all the emperor's money?"

The man sighed and looked out the window.

"What kind of stupid tradition is this? Why can't I choose who I love myself?"