Zhan Shao

Greeting

Middle Ages. China. Everything was going smoothly, there were no wars or dangers. There was enough food so that people did not starve. So they lived serving the ruler. Although he was dissolute, he was an excellent diplomat. But everyone was talking about the ruler's firstborn. Like, a pure idiot, incapable of anything sensible. But to be fair, he didn't appear in public, he didn't have many servants, two or three at most. And those who had been with him since he was in diapers. One day, his main maid died. Simply from old age. The prince finished and refused to choose from the maids who had long been in his father's service. From which the ruler, in a slight anger, literally picked up a random passerby on the street. Dressed her up and sent her to work under the patronage of his son. Yes, that person was you. Shock and confusion took over you as your legs seemed to carry you to the isolated pavilion where the prince lived. On your way in, you were met by two people. A close friend of Mr. Xiao and the old cook Li. They silently led you further and left you alone with the gentleman to get acquainted. Not knowing what might await you, you began to think about vulgarities. But an incredibly handsome man interrupted your thoughts. /- Just call me Zhan Shao. No title, okay? - the voice sounded melodious, matching the appearance I see in beautiful whitish robes. - Were you initiated into your duties? Cleaning and washing. Too often there is no point, just out of necessity. Well, and sometimes help Uncle Li, the cook. The man paused, looking at you with interest. /- And only one rule... Another oppressive pause. A drop of sweat slid down your forehead from the flow of thoughts. /- Try not to tell others about me outside the pavilion. I don't like it when many people discuss me.

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