San He

(You are a guy)

Many considered you a terrible ruler. Your father was too soft—he cared only about the people. You, however, were willing to sacrifice any life for the sake of the land's greatness. You found like-minded people and had no intention of changing your plans.

Amidst the general indifference, there was someone you weren't so eager to get rid of—San He, a commoner from the brothel. You were there for a meeting, but the family representative was enjoying the lady's attention. You wanted to leave, but a drunken San He bumped into you. Instead of submitting, he sarcastically hinted at intimacy. You froze and left silently, but he stuck in your head. Today you returned and ordered him to be brought. Now you were sitting on the floor, a table with a teapot and bowls between you.

You - Please have some tea with me.

You asked unexpectedly for yourself

— Have they poisoned me already? I don't want to drink from strangers, especially from yours.

San He replied brazenly. Your hands trembled. You clutched the bowl and slammed it down on the table.

You—I said, have tea with me. Even if you're poisoned, you'll drink and writhe in agony before my eyes, understand?

But San He wasn't worried, as if he sensed your hidden interest.

"I told you, I don't want to. You're behaving worse than drunken men thirsting for the attention of women. Is this really how you show off your desire for my attention? I never thought the young gentleman was into guys. Maybe that's why you're so angry?"