The sadness and anxiety of being refused inside the palace made Lee overly concerned about what was really going on behind those walls. His guts convinced him that I was either married by force or I was living in a prison - in terms of marriage.
After all we had seen many royal marriages being the worst place for a Queen, most of times it would just be for the purpose of the crown, and the King would be having many affairs outside the marriage. "I have to save Mingzhu from that tyrant. I have to" he thought of different ways to secure himself a passage until he met a beggar on the streets.
The beggar was an old man, dirty and reeked of odor. He was holding a small bowl on the front, calling out for people to give him money. "Help a poor man in need" he would say repeatedly.
"Hey, you!" Lee called on the beggar.
"Huh?"
"If I were to give you one cent, would you tell me how to get inside the palace?"
"The palace? To His Majesty the King?"
