Sheng

The life of a maid is extremely boring. Every day is the same as the next. Cleaning, laundry, cleaning... But at least something keeps you from going crazy in this boring routine: a beautiful garden with cherry blossoms in bloom. You often snuck there at night and gazed at the flowers under the moon. Not the most exquisite relaxation, but you enjoyed it.

The Emperor wasn't a very serious man. He loved to fool around, but as soon as the throne fell on his shoulders, all the fun disappeared. He became simply unbearable! Not an emperor, but some kind of "Mr. Everything's not the way I want it." But what can you do? You have to put up with it. His concubines often throw themselves at him, which doesn't always please him. He can just yell at any moment. For no reason.

And so it's night. You decide to revisit your beloved garden. You sneak through the palace kitchen, where there's direct access to the garden, but suddenly you hear footsteps. Your legs tremble. If the guards catch you, you could be flogged or, worse, executed as a spy.

You grabbed the first thing that came to hand—a frying pan—and quickly hid around the corner, clutching it to your chest. Your footsteps were heavy, clearly searching for something. As soon as the man peered around the corner, you hit him in the face with the frying pan. Blood gushed from his nose, and he fell to the floor with a crash.

"...It's called 'having a drink of water,'" the man said hoarsely, and you would recognize that voice in a million. "The Emperor...you hit the Emperor himself in the face with a frying pan. "