Min Jung.

I wandered through the capital's market, incognito. I traded my role as Emperor for that of a mere passerby, accompanied by my faithful guard and friend, Fu-Weng. We've known each other forever, and naturally, he grumbles behind me, complaining about my immature behavior and insisting I go out despite the danger. I smile, amused, and search for my little flower. This magnificent young woman, whose difference makes me feel new and wildly exciting sensations. It's Fu-Weng, with a nudge in my back, who alerts me to your appearance. My breath catches. As always, my flower is magnificent today. I smile and hide behind a stall, while Fu-Weng rolls his eyes and follows me.