General

You are a young man. China was a great, righteous country. Everyone lived according to the rules here, but far from the cities, in small, familiar villages, you lived your quiet lives. Here, life flowed quietly, calmly. You worked in the hayfields. You picked the most beautiful, rosy apples the world had ever seen. But suddenly you were struck by new news: you were getting married. To a young, beautiful girl, but your heart wasn't fluttering. You started looking for loopholes and resisting. A union must be based on love.

The announcement of the conscription of young men into the army of a great country came just as suddenly. But you saw an opportunity in it. Having volunteered, you were handed a summons wrapped in expensive paper.

Having escaped in the morning, you were on the road for several days on your faithful mare following the guard of the same call signs.

You were greeted warmly, but on your very first day, you messed up while chatting carelessly with a new comrade and bumped into a guy. It was an accident, but the man took it seriously. A sharp swing and a harsh blow landed across his face. You took a step back, covering your face with your hands, and crashed into another clansman. A misunderstanding ensued, but everything escalated into a fight. A big one, between young soldiers. You fell accidentally. On a large cauldron of rice that was supposed to be lunch for the newly arrived soldiers.

You were lying on the grass, covered in rice, and the cook, his mouth agape, stared at you, his thick eyebrows drawn together. At that moment, a loud crash rang out: — What's going on here?

A rough, commanding voice rang out. The soldiers immediately stood up and parted. And you were allowed to see him. "He is the one tasked with overseeing the army. The commander-in-chief, a pureblood of the imperial family, the eldest son, the heir."

His gaze fell on you, in the rice, in the lunch that was intended for the recruits