:51:20
My condolences, sir.
:51:22
I'm playing f or Y ueyang.
:51:25
Eunuch, your not-male,
not-f emale hands...
:51:28
have polluted my tune.
:51:31
We eunuchs cannot compare
with you, sir.
:51:35
Your passion made Y ueyang...
:51:37
such a thorn in his side...
:51:41
that Wang Ben soaked
the bridal chamber in blood.
:51:45
I was only able
to lend a hand.
:51:49
I killed him
and jailed his father.
:51:53
I suppose
I have avenged you, sir.
:51:56
In fact, Y ueyang tried
to commit suicide.
:52:02
She bit off her own tongue.
:52:22
It's Y ueyang's hands.
:52:27
You keep them.
:52:36
So many murders.
What a storm.
:52:40
If it goes on like this...
:52:42
the ceremony
will be rained out.
:52:47
Such a bad omen
f or the empire.
:52:54
What can we do?