Monotony of a Servant's Life

The Monotony of a Servant’s Life (Part 1) 19th November 2018

I remember when Xihou’s garrison burned, and when the reactionary soldiers came, put out the fires, of both dissent and destruction, then placed the disgusting banner of the Republic on the garrison, surrounded by the hung corpses of revolutionaries. The battle of Xihou was one of the worst of the war, with the victorious Republicans spending a good few weeks counting the dead and hanging the known revolutionary survivors. My family crossed the border into former Yuan territory, joined by my lifelong friend, Mei and her family. The Republicans dedicated two battalions to finding the Woman in Red and her family, so Mei fled deeper into Yuan, and even attempted to get refugee status in Treko. She declined, but many partisans of either side of the conflict waited for us in former Yuan, bandits attempting to ambush us were plentiful throughout the wasteland of Yuan. My father and mother were caught by a roving brigade of Republicans, whose sole purpose was to hunt down political refugees in Yuan. They were sent back to Xihou and executed. Mei’s family abandoned her in favour of political asylum by the reigning Republican government. A grand example of propaganda, revolutionaries turning on their celebrity daughter in favour of the republican system. Left on our own and hungry in the wastes, we stayed for months in the Yuan territories, looking for scraps of food or money with a commune of other revolutionary survivors. We received weekly orders from high command via radio, usually conveyed through the leader, Jianguo Da, whose orders were beyond question or doubt. An extremely charismatic man. We knew nothing of his background or his qualifications, only that he was willing to throw any number of lives towards the eventual goal of a revolutionary state. We all looked up to him, he was like a red god who was never wrong, when he gave us instructions, we would follow them to the letter and would always win. Any loses of men were written off by him as for the Brotherhood. Eventually, when supplies ran low, he ordered us to instead attack the Yuan military stockpiles, where we lost roughly half of our partisans, but won the supplies. Jianguo claimed this was our greatest victory, those who jumped through the fire and emerged stronger, enhanced spirit, and the arms to do more damage. His last order came a week later, to harass any anti revolutionary forces that entered Yuan. For a few weeks after this, we thought Jianguo was testing us, but no further instructions came, and many started to desert. Mei would chastise any deserters, and would usually attempt to execute them before I stopped her. After a month more of dwindling morale and supplies, a soldier with an odd hairstyle, like the Emperors of old, approached us, flanked by four similarly fashion inclined soldiers. The lead soldier lowered his weapon, and delivered us the news that the rebellion was over. I bought out the commune to hear the man’s news. He presented an Imperial Seal to us, showing his authenticity, and there were three reactions among the commune, the most radical pulled out their weapons and assumed the men were lying, Mei was part of this group, and the man simply smiled and said

“If you shoot me a thousand more will come, and won’t be so magnanimous.”

It was a foolish bluff, most of the weapons being primed didn’t even have ammunition at this point, which the man probably assumed. The second group, those who waived on mental breakdown or were incredibly committed to the cause, simply kill themselves with their remaining ammunition, rather than face a reality with the old regime back in power. This disturbed me so much that it stayed with me, watching about a fifth of my friends kill themselves upon this man’s words. The man sighed, and asked his men to give my friends a respectful burial. The final group included myself, who just stared in awe at the man. He continued to explain that the Empire’s return was a boon to us, who had been abandoned by the revolution, and hunted by the republicans. The Empress offered us amnesty in her grace, and invited us to return to Michu. I accepted the man’s hand and forcefully took Mei along. The Revolution was dead, and Heaven had favoured the Yongsheng Ulanara Dynasty once again. I learned in the car that the revolutionaries had not been purged, as we were told would happen, and were instead invited to form a Coalition that would maintain peace. Mei maintained that the Empire’s entire dynastic system was flawed, and a way of controlling the masses, to which the man just laughed. He called Mei a victim of a cult, and told her that the Empire is merciful, so she is receiving no punishment, but in the future, she would respect her majesty and her institutions. When the modest blue car arrived at Xihou, I could not bear to leave, my house was gone, the garrison I called home for months was gone. The man put a hand on my shoulder

“I have another proposal for you. Your family is gone, and your home is destroyed, you have no way of providing for yourself. I offer you an alternative. My home is a very nourishing place. You should work for us in Shaotai.”

I agreed and we left Xihou. It seemed like forever, but we finally arrived at an airport that looked damaged but functional. When we entered, two staff ran up to my benefactor, and denied him entrance, as the runway was damaged. He laughed deeply and showed the Seal from earlier. The staff member’s eyes went wide, and the three began speaking in a language I could not understand. The two staff members bowed three times and didn’t even ask for payment, but he seemed to pay anyway. I asked my benefactor what he said to the staff, and he replied

“I simply have a private plane that does not require much of an airstrip, and showed them who I speak on the authority of.”

Despite his use of weasel words, it was clear this man did not want to unveil his identity, which gave me reason to fear. I wondered if he was some kind of human trafficker, or kidnapper. His plane looked too luxurious to be a simple kidnapper though, it was incredible, looking sleek, with writing on it that was similar to his Seal, that I could not read, only admire. Mei, who had remained very silent, started to whisper that I should not trust this man, however, I was overcome by his seeming benevolence, and let him take me on his plane. It took several hours to fly on the plane, while the man greeted another person in the uniform of an Imperial General. I recognised them from my history books and my experience in Yuan. They conversed for several minutes in their own tongue, and the General pulled out a board, with many black and white pieces, and the two began placing the piece on the board in an elaborate manner. After a moment of staring, the first man called me over, and invited me to watch them play, while the general glared at me. I accepted the man’s invitation, and he explained the rules. Essentially it was a rare, Imperial form of chess played by mainly aristocracy, known as “Go”. It looked complicated, and I was transfixed. The General stood up, and shouted at me

“How dare you not show the proper respect to your superiors! Do you even know who this man is or where we are going!?”

I took a step back and almost fell over, and my benefactor quickly rose to my defense, telling the General to stand down. He reached a hand out for me, and helped me up. He told me to rest with Mei while he finishes the game of Go to dissipate the tension in the plane. When I awoke, I was tapped by my benefactor, who got me out of the car and we started to walk. Mei kept her distance, but gradually adjusted, as we strolled for hours in Bejang. I’ve never been in this place before, but it seemed so huge, the Empire had dedicated significant resources into maintaining this place throughout the revolution, and repairing the infrastructure. The people seem happy and free, not at all like Yuan or Xihou during the war. We even saw foreigners! They generally wore western suits, as we would see in schoolbooks and propaganda videos. The Empire could maintain this paradise, and demanded little in return. The economic contribution by the population in taxes was lower than the revolutionaries ever proposed, and the Empire values merit more than men behind radios who got their positions through shadowy deals. The Empire seemed like a bastion of liberty in this place, no corrupt Lords stealing from the people, just giant companies practically begging for business, leading to a flourishing capitalist class that was working wonders putting the people displaced by the civil war back into employment. The people would bow before us, and Mei would angrily tell them off each time, I had long since worked out that the man accompanying us was someone important, but I had no idea why he was bothering with two poor girls from Xihou. I had dreams when I was young about the Palace, so I asked the man if we could see it. He laughed, and said we would see it very soon, finally unveiling who he was

“I am Guozhi Yongsheng Ulanara. Third Prince of Michu. You are going to the Shaozi Palace, where the Emperors have lived for centuries, a place separate from the commoners, where the decisions of government get made. A place unfortunately full of intrigue and deception, but full of glorious people.”

I was expecting someone important, but a man of the Yongsheng Ulanara Dynasty? I was full of glee that such a person was even paying us attention. I felt as though the heavens themselves were protecting me. I committed myself one hundred percent to my new role, if only to repay the heavens and Guozhi for his kindness. Imperial maids get paid extremely well, so if I can, I’d like to establish a place for myself in the world, earn back some money that my family had committed to the revolution and got nothing from. Mei, only sarcastically bowed. I could not focus on her, though. The palace had many rules, and even worse punishments for not following said rules. We spent the rest of the walk discussing the palace walls, manner of walking, greeting people, eating etiquette, until we arrived at the Palace gates, and I entered with the Prince, the gates then shut, sealing me inside the place that would give me prosperity, or give me death, my last hope for salvation, or the end of everything.

Part 2 (20th November 2018)

The Prince took us inside the City walls, and to a building on the outskirts of the city. He directed us inside, towards a small building, that reminded me of a town hall back in Xihou, when I was young, only, much more full of gold. The Prince explained that maids are filtered by ability into different palaces, where they serve unless a noble requests their redeployment, needing approval by the Internal Affairs Department, which operated like a secret police inside the palace, and any harem involved in the royal family. They have been empowered by the Empress to fill this role, before then they were a defacto powerless organisation for show. Alternatively, the Empress herself or a favoured Prince can approve a transfer. These matters are almost always approved by the Empress, as she has more important things than little maids. Once we arrived, he explained our background to a middle aged man in a red robe. He introduced himself as Hong Deming, the Chief Eunuch of her majesty, who is tasked with observing maids, and enforcing discipline. He seemed sly, and due to being around the Empress so much, he is incredibly favoured, I quickly sought to befriend him, his support could prove critical in my rise to glory. He sized me up, I naturally knew how to kowtow, so he was impressed by my piety and respect. This was a deliberate move. I wanted his attention, merely for the procurement of better living conditions, despite my showing, he paid more attention to Mei, who refused to even bow. He laughed slightly at her defiance, indicating us to follow him. His red robe was designed beautifully, despite his lack of royal status or real manhood. Elaborate coats of arms, swords, phoenixes, no doubt gifted to him by the Empress herself, or perhaps it was just a uniform. We were introduced to around one hundred girls in archaic maid uniforms. Their hair was dressed upwards, with odd hair accessories to make themselves look more prestigious. I’ve seen Imperial Concubines in books, so the accessories looked rather pitiful in comparison. I remembered a critical fact that I once saw in a drama, comparing oneself to an Imperial Concubine, or anyone above, is a punishable offense. I made a mental note of this, but this severely limits my manner of speech. If I am to rise in the ranks, I may require friendship with some of them. The Empire is notorious for it’s 继承战争, or it’s Inheritance Wars, within the Imperial Palace, Princes fight for the Throne by appealing to the Monarch. These wars rarely escalate beyond intrigue and a few executions once the winner takes power, but has broken into open violence before. Concubines play a leading role in lending their support to ambitious Princes, whether direct wives of the Emperor are most useful, an alliance with a Prince’s wife can allow for huge sources of information, even assasination or peaceful removal of a Prince’s claim. He led me and Mei to separate rooms, where I met three girls who looked around my age. The one in the center approached first, followed by the other two, and cheerfully said

“Hello! I’m Fan Lin! These are my friends, Daiyu Xia, and Hu Howin. We come from the Shaotai Province.” Fan Lin was of moderate appearance, while Daiyu was beautiful, strong dark hair, but seemed shy. Hu, had a much rounder face, and was taller than the other two, even taller than me. I pondered what possible success could such a woman have in the Imperial Palace, but Fan Lin continued, perhaps seizing me up while I was analysing the other two. “Where are you from? Your accent does not sound local.” Her intentions seemed fair and innocent, so I felt comfortable disclosing basic information. “I am Changying Ju, from the Xihou Province in Southern Michu, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I barely noticed, but Fan Lin’s cheerful smile shifted towards a malicious shape, “Xihou? I doubt anyone in the City even knows where that is. I wouldn’t put your hopes up towards achieving anything, the administrators are notoriously biased towards people from Shaotai. Nothing personal, obviously, however. I must tell you the truth.” The feelings of comfort in my situation was removed, as a fear of irrelevance crept into my mind, if the staff of the City really did hate my origins, where would I go? Why waste my time, I wondered. However, I simply dedicated myself to make up for those deficiencies, to force the staff to recognise my talent. Hu walked towards me assertively, putting a hand on my shoulder, and speaking in a softer tone than I expected, yet still an obvious Shaotai accent. “Fan, don’t tease the new girl too much! We should work together to ensure we all do well impressing out masters, and allow us to share in the rewards of our labour, happy daughters of the nation, as Daiyu would say some long dead philosopher wrote!” She was very happy, probably detecting my unease. Daiyu moved forward, seemingly intrigued by me. “Changying Ju. Flourishing Jade. (Chinese meaning of her name) Your name is sweet, Xihou is known for its Jade mining. I would mine my entire life for skin as soft as yours.” I was amused by her swift analysis of my name, and knowledge of Xihou’s history, though her compliments sound off, and to a more social person, may seem creepy. I paid it little mind, and Hong Deming, the Chief Eunuch, arrived, with a piece of exotic paper, which he read out clearly “All prospectus maids will prepare a meal, with any ingredients in the Imperial kitchen of the Green Rank, to be served at dinner time for the Chief Eunuch, and the Imperial Judges.”  Green ranked ingredients are common, available to maids and other regular servants of the Imperial Court. These ingredients are generally from Shaotai, but with a limited amount of foods from the other provinces. “Followed by, Calligraphy, where the maid may draw an allocated character. These will also be shown at dinner time. Ju, Changying. You will be drawing Beautiful Eyes (瞐). Howin, Hu. You will be drawing Mound (垚). Xia, Daiyu. You will be drawing Intelligence (灵).” My heart sank, I was barely taught calligraphy, relying mostly on computers and such to communicate with text. I resolved myself to do amazing in the cooking test to make up for calligraphy, which I would no doubt fail. “And finally, there will be a courtesy test, where we will judge your character, your mannerisms, and your adoption of Imperial rules.” This one will be difficult for Mei, I thought. It could not be helped, myself and the three girls shuffled into the Imperial kitchen to begin creating meals, as I wondered how Mei’s orientation was going. The kitchen was pristine, and the three girls giggled near me. We assembled our equipment and there was a eunuch standing in a separate room, requisitioning ingredients for us. Lin spoke to the eunuch for a while, while Diayu stood with her apron quietly choping away at some carrots. She asked Lin for some chocolate Spices from Tanghui, Lin promptly asked the eunuch for some, and delivered it to Diayu. I decided on a simple dish of noodles soaked in soup, coated in sugar, sweet sauce from the Miatu, and chocolates from Shaotai. The meal, while basic, is a safe choice that would demonstrate my piety. I checked on Hu and Lin, who were making extravagant meats, with vegetable dressing. I wondered what the ingredients were to make the chicken shine so brightly. “It’s oil from Shaotai!” Hu exclaimed to me, before I even asked. I admired their creations for a few minutes, laughing and enjoying the atmosphere, before returning to my area. The calligraphy section stumped me. I didn’t know the character, and I was never taught how to employ calligraphy correctly. I simply wrote the name of a hero in a story I once read when I was young, Prince Caowei. It’s complexity would impress, at least I hope. All that was left was the courtesy section.



Chenhua Mei

The Imperialistic leader of the palace staff reeked of opulence and exploitation. Several people seemed to have recognised me as the Woman in Red, shooting me glares, while the Chief Eunuch paid much attention to me, acting like a kind old man. I knew it was an act, but I did not understand his intentions. It would not distract me, however. My mission was clear, complete the quest that the Revolution began, the dismantling of all feudal institutions, and the propagation of the Red Wave throughout the world. My plan would be a gradual undermining of the imperial process, rallying the bureaucrats and servants here into my political philosophy, and the long march through the state would begin in earnest. If the opportunity presents itself, I will attempt to cut the head of the snake, by assassinating the Empress of Michu. Once that is done, my life will be complete, and the final instruction of Leader Jianguo Da will be fulfilled. The Woman in Red shall not bow before the superstitious imperialists, lest my soul be tainted by their evils. I braced myself for the corruption and nepotism that I will inevitably see, as the Chief Eunuch led me to a private room, unlike Changying, who got three girls to talk to. The Chief Eunuch returned with a red piece of paper, and read out loud some instructions for my initiation. “Chenhua Mei will be tested in three categories. First, she will cook a meal for the Judges, and the Chief Eunuch. Second, she will be tested on Calligraphy. She will be writing the character Money. (贝). Finally, she will be judged on courtesy. Each will be rated 1-8, and her final score will determine her position.” I practically wanted to execute this man, he asks me to submit to these trivial, exploitative tests? No doubt someone on the judge panel will accept “favours” for courtesy points. As well as this, it cannot be a coincidence that I was ordered to draw the character for money! It must be a way of mocking my reputation as a soldier of the Revolution. Nonetheless, I got to work on crafting a meal. With the full kitchen of the Empire at my disposal, I was spoiled for choice. I immediately wanted to distinguish myself from the rest by focusing on Xihou foods, combined with Shaotai to demonstrate my cultural awareness and solidarity with the people of the nation. I used a mix of herbs unique to Xihou on the soup, which I cooked  and doused a fantastic smelling chicken inside. This enhances the flavour of both, and was a great delicacy back in the 1700s, combined with vegetable dressed, spices from overseas, and beef that was covered in sweet sauce. Such a metaphysical approach would highlight my poetic knowledge, and demonstrate the uniqueness of my character. The dish was ready in about two hours. I slightly overdid the chicken, but besides that, I was incredibly proud of my creation. A flash of anger arouses in me as I remembered that I would not enjoy the fruits of my labour, instead, some bureaucrats would enjoy my food. I resisted the urge to spit in my food, instead, I promised to ruin the system they fight to maintain. The second task, calligraphy. My mother taught me the art, so I had no issue with the simple character of money, though I despise currency as a concept. Capitalism has no place in civilisation. All that was left was courtesy, which was a mystery to me…



Xioju Guan

I stood in my majestic robe of purity, bestowed by the former Emperor to me for my loyalty, and my crucial support in his ascension to the throne of Michu. While the training of maids was a trivial task, the possibilities were endless for political opportunities. My role as a kingmaker relies on information, capable enforcers and sabeuters to ensure that unwanted competitors do not spring up. The Empress was raised by me since she was a child, she trusts me as she would trust her own parents, so my support for any candidate holds much sway. I pondered how powerful I could become if I use my influence to allow a relative outsider to rise to the throne, the rewards it would bring, and the stability it guarantees. One potential leak, my adopted son, Deng Xiejie. He acts as a loyal sabeuter, but he is very new to the role, and easily swayed by women’s attention. His loyalty must be enforced by promises of power. He is a rather meek boy, but he’ll do his job. I went over to him while he was laying the table for the maids, and asked him how the selection process was going. He was tasked with the elimination of the girl named Daiyu. Her family is linked to the military, and is backing the Second Prince for the Throne. This would severely damage the Empire, and put my own position at risk. He assured me that the “secret ingredient” was delivered to Fan Lin, who we are supporting, in hopes of establishing her as the Empress’ personal maid. This will allow us even greater influence over the Empress’ directions in policy. One maid, Chenhua Mei, the so called Woman in Red, an unabashed revolutionary, caught my interest. She should fear more, for the Palace is not a place for dissent. Soon, it was time to call the maids in, and I was giddy with anticipation to see the end of the Xia family’s infiltration of the Palace. We gathered the judges, two Imperial Jurists, famous for their constitutional expertise and incorruptibility, and an older Imperial maid, favoured by the old Emperor. The maids were summoned, and one by one, we went through them. The maids were generally sub par, meals were too basic, most didn’t bother with calligraphy, and courtesy was varying like wildfire. We judged maids on looks, clothing accessories, posture, manner of walking, speech patterns, or just personal preference. Eventually, it became time for the maids of interest, first was Fan Lin. Her meal, with my support, was supported by the full range of the Imperial kitchen, looked fantastic, and tasted incredible. The judges were stunned by her cooking skills, just as planned. We gave her a perfect eight, and the elderly maid asked Lin if Lin could cook for her at a later date. Her calligraphy was also, above average. She was not trained for the job, but she was successful. We could tell her stroke order was incorrect, and the character was slanted to the right. We settled on a five. Finally, her courtesy. It was nothing remarkable. Being a girl from the outskirts of Shaotai, she’d know basics such as bowing, but probably believed it wouldn’t be necessary if we were not officially royalty. She sneezed rather loudly, so the Jurists wanted to deduct points. As much as I contested their harsh ruling, I was overruled, and she was given a three for courtesy. Still average, most girls got around two or three. A lack of enthusiasm for the job meant that qualified maids were difficult to come by. Then, Hu Howin approached. She was the assertive type, so she lost out on courtesy. Her cooking skills were decent, but rather bland. She got a three in cooking. Her calligraphy was good, however. She received a seven for her correctly drawn character. She received a two for courtesy, probably due to her physical appearance. While morally wrong, I cannot launch anti corruption probes without blowing my cover.  Next, was the enemy I was waiting for, Daiyu Xia. Her food was of high quality, despite only having access to Green Ranked ingredients. I smiled as the Jurist to my left ate the food, but instead of choking from the sabotage, he seemed to enjoy it, and congratulated the girl on her culinary skills! I tried the food, and there could be no mistake. My son had failed to pass the poison! I seethed with anger, and couldn’t object to her perfect eight score. Her calligraphy was similarly excellent, I could not realistically sabotage that. She drew the character perfectly, perhaps she had been tutored for this coup by her parents, I wondered. I managed to get her a seven, rather than a perfect eight, just for a slight tear in the paper that I claimed was done out of frustration, and thus was not worthy of an eight. Her courtesy score was low, however. She was too shy, didn’t stand out at all, so I justified giving her a two. A tad unfair, but this is necessary for my prosperity and stability. Next, was the girl Changying Ju, from Xihou. Former revolutionary, but rechanted her former views. As she entered, she correctly waved her handkerchief, and uttered “Greetings and Fortune to the Chief Eunuch, my Lord Jurists, and my senior.” I smiled, as this girl was more aware of Imperial traditions then most. Her food looked aesthetically pleasing, if a little normal. She was bought in by the Third Prince, so I probed her on her choices of food. She replied in a passive manner “I used this choice of food to reflect my own experiences. The noodles in soup are to emulate the soup found in my home province of Xihou, while the noodles represent the blandness of life before committing myself to the Empire’s interests, and truly honouring my ancestors. The sweet sauce is from Miatu, which I specifically choose to represent the sweet taste of victory that the people of Michu felt when our brothers and sisters were freed from the Trekkish fiends.” I was thoroughly impressed by the answer, I questioned her further. “Why did you join the Imperial Court after your revolutionary career?” She bowed, and replied again in a careful tone “As the gracious Sunguzhu Emperor said, The convert’s zeal, her faith, shines brighter than the stars. I echo these sentiments, but I can never shine brighter than her Majesty.” I was swayed,  and was determined to give her a seven. However, when the Jurist to my left took a bite of her food, he started choking! Either this woman had tried to poison an Imperial official, or some mistake happened with the poison I intended for Xia! I could not cover for the girl, despite how it was clearly not her fault, so I ordered the doctor and we were forced to give her one, after explaining that the food of Green Rank may be contaminated with germs, and the cooking staff should receive a beating for incompetence. Her calligraphy was odd. It was not Beautiful, as she was ordered to draw, instead, it was the name of a Prince of old. The name was incredibly complicated, but it was not the correct character. It was immaculate though, so I convinced the staff to give her a five, better than not turning anything in. I felt truly sorry for that girl, and I wish her great things in the future. After this, was the Woman in Red. She entered, and presented her food. She gave a very basic dish, similar to Ju, but made with more ingredients than Green Rank. I let her do so out of interest. Her creativity leaves much to be desired, but it tasted decent, so we gave her a five. Her calligraphy was a seven, the character was money, and incredibly easy. Her courtesy was terrible, however. No bow, she spoke like she was talking to a friend, rather than a superior. While we were deciding her final score. Disaster struck, the Sixth Prince burst into the room! He is rather infamous for the amount of maids he has, and his megalomania, he was seeking another maid. He took one look at Mei, and something must have clicked inside him. Despite being the only person in the room to not bow or kowtow, he focused on her, wide eyed. Stunned by her beauty, most likely. He immediately demanded her, and she even had the fortitude to decline! Of course, there was no harm in letting him have her, better than letting the Woman in Red go unpunished for her unrepentant rebellious ways. The Sixth Prince would act as the item of fear for bad maids, who would seek to avoid him for his drunkenness, his abusive tendencies, and his wastefulness. Such is the fate of the disobedient, to become playthings of the worst elements of society. I will avoid such fates, I thought, as I sent the Sixth Prince off, with his victim.


Changying Ju

When the Jurist choked, I felt death’s hand on my shoulder, the Imperial Court does not tolerate assasination, and would put me to a painful death, if the Chief Eunuch had not intervened. My score was average, and I was sent to serve the Eighth Princess, married to the Eighth Prince, brother of the Empress. A low posting, but better than death. Mei, I have not seen since our induction yesterday. I know not where Lin and Hu were sent, but I heard through gossip that Daiyu had been given a title and was appointed to the Empress’ personal palace! She never struck me as such a genius, but her hair must have enchanted the judges. I walked to the Eighth Princess’ Palace, the Palace of Tranquil Knowledge. The gates of the palace opened, and I heard a maid announce her presence, so as the gates opened, I kowtowed, and declared “Greetings and fortune to Eighth Princess! A thousand years to the Princess!"

Part 3 (January 2019)

Daiyu Xia


I felt a slight shame for dropping that Changying girl into the mud, however, there was little I could do to avoid the obvious ploy by the harlot girl Fan Lin, and that official’s son, clearly wrapped around her finger. I wondered about her fate deeply, but I could not concern myself over it. I was more interested in her name. Lustrous Jade. The Dynasty deeply appreciates cultural naming practices, and being from Xihou, a well established jade mining province, could carry her favour with officials. I could not be usurped. The cause of the Second Prince must be advanced, to ensure that my father’s position is not threatened, and we can remove the more troublesome elements of court society. Starting with the way the maids are treated, court isolationism, and out of touch Princes using real people’s lives for their own gain. Some in the future may call me a hypocrite, but I strive to end this never ending feud. The goal ahead, shines heavenly light upon the path before me. Emperor Sunzhi declared that, I once read, during his speech ordering the continued, merciless execution of the Tangzu Kingdom’s people in 1745. Shaotai is big, but the Dynasty cannot sustain so much conflict. I reassure myself of the legitimacy of my quest almost daily since I first began. The maid’s outfit went well with my style, and being sent to the Empress’ personal maid gave me great authority. I judged that I was about the level of a disfavoured Prince’s concubine. I’d be greeted with authority, but I must not overexert myself. On the way to meet the Empress, I saw Fan Lin, following the Third Prince. She shot me a malicious glare, which filled me with satisfaction. I would be ranked higher, I would be able to enforce my will, exert my influence over the Empire. She would regret ever trying to damage my fortunes. Heaven itself, will carry me to triumph. I arrived at the Eternity Palace, the private area allocated to the Emperors of Michu, and entered, standing before the entrance, I was almost overwhelmed by the amount of fragrance, of supreme quality. I recognised it’s scent. Distinctly from Tanghui, the Empress only takes the best. I knocked on the door, and kowtowed, awaiting Her Majesty’s welcoming.



Zhen Zhu Princess (seventh princess)

I rested serenely in my chamber, accompanied by my loyal Shen Chuan doing my hair into the proper style for the meeting with the other noble ladies. She tirelessly adorned my hair with golden headdresses and pins of vast wealth and applied beautifying ointment to my tender skin, if I had ordered such, I am sure she is so deeply entranced by my position as her superior that she would continue to work all night for my benefit. Her cultural mannerisms are not as civilised or as evolved as my own, a trait that she shares with virtually all of our subjects. It has forever been a duty of our people to guide such barbarians to enlightened rule. Events have progressed that have made this duty more complicated, with the events of the Red Revolution frustrating our harmonious efforts, forcing myself out of the Imperial Palace to support our Empire, where I escaped to Tanghui and stayed with other Imperial nobility in an unofficial social circle known as “The Pythons of Tanghui” and funded a triad for the procurement of additional funds for the Empire's pacification efforts. I directed a section of my winnings to a charity dedicated to aiding the poor in serving their local community. The Zhen Zhu Foundation would provide the Empire with a strong source of loyal youths for the aristocratic cause in the Imperial Parliament. The aristocrats, as they have been dubbed by the commoners, have been my only true allies since my husband went to Qingyuan Province with the Dark Purple Banner. The Seventh Prince was a dependable man, always loyal to the Empress, my dear sister from another concubine. The Seventh Prince was far more suited to military matters, always allying with the Third Prince. Being from a military family, it’s fairly obvious that’s where his loyalties lie. My dear Seventh Prince understood nothing of politics, but the Empress clearly finds him useful for military matters, so she shows favour. It is for this reason that I have perpetual use for him. The Empress, has unfortunately a rather low appreciation of me, I am a thorn in the government’s side,for months now, funding the Aristocrats as much as possible and meeting them, using my influence through the Zhen Zhu Foundation to carry public zeal. Fundamentally, the Zheng have no right to govern. The Weishun simply have more experience, and have been bred to rule for over three thousand years, we are the true heirs of the legendary Ten Emperors of the land, and we cannot allow our rule to be destroyed by parliamentary trappings. Though more importantly, was my ability to steer the future through the Aristocrats, and through my child, Yinzheng. Though only four years old, he shall become the Crown Prince of Michu. I shall raise him to be the ultimate Emperor, securing my position and legacy as the future Empress Dowager of the Empire. I am aided, thankfully, by the lack of children in the court of late, not helped at all, by the Empress’ refusal to take male concubines, or even a husband. The Imperial Harem is a vital institution of the royal bloodline, to prevent a lack of heirs and the extinction of the Yongsheng family and the destruction of the nation, followed by the termination of the light of civilisation. My son must carry on the Yongsheng family’s flame to the next generation, as the rightful and dignified Emperor of Michu. First, I would need to get her Majesty’s attention, and with my favoured husband in Qingyuan for some time, I may have to find a new method. I was disrupted from my pondered ambitions by Shen Chuan,

“Your highness, the new maid you requested has arrived. She is from Xihou, Zheng nationality. The Internal Affairs Department reports that she was once a member of the Red Revolution. Fighting as a zealot till after the war was over. The Third Prince has vouched for her converted loyalty to the Empire.”

I tapped my ornate fingernail guard against the girl’s file, while I contemplated why such an individual would ever be sent to my service. Perhaps the Maid Selection Office is playing some cruel joke on me, sending another Zheng, and a traitor too! I boiled with anger, and exploded with fury at Shen Chuan, and she responded in a terrified “Your lowly servant deserves death!” and slapped herself several times to appease me. As was tradition. I highly enjoyed such self degradation of my servants, it showed their position as below me well, and it was their duty to serve me. I grew tired quickly, however, and ordered her to rise and follow me, to meet the new recruit. As we walked, I enjoyed the glee in Shen Chuan’s face, no doubt admiring the glorious architecture, the buildings of gold were seemingly endless. Indeed, one could probably spend their entire life inside the city walls, as several Emperors of old did. We took a detour to the pristine Lake of Purity on the outskirts of my palace, and simply gazed into it for a few moments. The water seems tranquil and clean, yet under its waters was the unfortunate truth that many a concubine had been drowned in the arcane political struggles of this sacred land. I imagined myself as a modern version of the legendary story of Diaochan, a woman so beautiful the would hide itself from her glamour. Vain as that may be, it is essentially fact. My wonderful husband, the now general Zhang Sun, recounted the story poetically under a new moon, on our first romantic excursion to Tanghui eight years ago. Recalling those happier days made me feel intense sadness and regret that I had not vetoed dear Zhang’s posting to the frontier, I haven’t heard back from him since the reclamation of Miatu from the Trekkish barbarians. I made a vow on the night after the invasion, that should my husband return in glory, I would achieve the greatest of glories to stay worthy of being his primary consort. I refuse to accept his death, so obviously Buddha demands that I fulfill my vow. The Weishun blood flowing through me bestows me a natural beauty few can match. I finally arrived at my gate, and saw a girl kneeling before me for what must have been hours, her knees must have been aching.

“What do we have here? A new member of Ningjing Renshi Gong? Let me take a good look at you.”

I had Shen Chuan lift the girl’s head up, and was shocked at her own natural beauty. She looked like a woman seen paintings of old. The Dynastic regulations on maid’s clothing could not keep her beauty covered.

“Yes, Your Highness. I am Changying Ju, from Xihou, loyal serva-”

I cut her off without letting her finish, slapping her hard in her face. Mostly out of jealousy, but Palace rules dictate that the maids may not use the perpendicular pronoun. Perhaps I should ruin her beautiful face, can’t have any competitors in the court. She recoiled and fell backwards comically. I snapped at the young girl, probably scaring her. Such thoughts amused me deeply.

“How dare you use I? Have you not remember the proper rules of discipline of this most holy place?

As she began to rise up, and I promptly ordered Shen Chuan to slap her till her face swells, but the girl did not complain or beg for mercy, like most weak spirited servants or eunuchs. Merely taking her punishment in stride and silence. Suddenly, I noticed that scoundrel, former noble from the barbaric, uncivilised land of tribes in the far west, outside of the light of successive Emperors. We had accepted him into our city as a sign of our benevolence, but he could be useful to someone such as myself. Though a disgusting rat, the foreigner is untouched by the competition for the crown, and of strong stature. All I’d need to secure his loyalty is an informal… relation. Not myself of course, I am a moral and respectable lady of the Imperial Court. I looked down at my new maid, and hatched a scheme in my mind. Her beauty would be my key to victory in this never ending game, my own Xi Shi, through her I would claim Heaven’s bounty and ensure the proper governance of this grand Empire. I had Shen stop slapping her, as much as Shen clearly wanted to continue, I could practically feel the jealousy radiating off her face. The maid began profusely apologise, as was protocol, though I was severely bored of such displays by this point.

“Your lowly servant deserves dea-”

“Rise, I have no time for your groveling. Follow me and your immediate superior Shen Chuan to the interior of my Palace. You must be inducted into my service officially.”

The girl, understanding her place, quickly follows myself and Chuan. As we walk in the blistering heat towards my main room. Arriving in the small hall, I sat on my luxury chair and placed my customary Weishun gold finger guards, and taped them against Changying’s file, pondering how I would go about my plans. As I detailed my orders for the girl, I paid close attention to her face. Her expressions would be a key to determining her personality and loyalty.

“There is a minor lady of the realm, doing the bidding of the Sixth Prince. Concube Hiqui of the Gala Clan, secondary consort of the Sixth Prince. She is new to the palace. As a welcoming gift to a fellow woman of the nation, I want you to bring this herbal tea and this skin balm from Tanghui to her, it will enhance her beauty and increase her longevity, so that she will serve our Great Dynasty better. Once that is done, I want you to return here, and recite tales of your time in the revolutionary forces to myself and Shen Chuan here. This will allow us to judge if you have truly redeemed yourself towards our cause, and may grant us some time to bond.”

The girl’s eyes widened as I mentioned her revolutionary past, though she quickly bowed and agreed, as Shen Chuan bought her some herbal tea. I gracefully waved her away, and she walked away, off to deal with my task. As she turned, I dismissed the new girl, I had Shen Chuan bring me a trinket I treasured. A Seal of the Yuan Imperium, designed by elite artisans in the Yuan, back in the 14th century. I sat admiring it’s gold for minutes, drifting into daydreams, paying no attention as I drank the tea Shen Chuan had prepared for me…

Changying Ju
I started navigating the maze of the City, passing eunuchs and guards, who ran around everywhere. They still used the queue, unlike the outsiders. I had assumed these people were paid, but they seemed to be bondservants. Bound to the City by blood and housed in it. I pitied them for their lack of freedom, but felt jealous that they could live here securely for their entire lives. The very air in this place was full of high quality incense and it was possible to smell the delights from the Imperial kitchen. Arriving at the Palace of Peaceful Dreams, where Hiqui stayed. Hiqui was a Weishun of the Gala Clan, middle class nobility. I took great care not to drop the herbal tea from the Seventh Princess.

Because of my experience in the revolution, I was able to discern that this was not a regular herbal tea. A distinct aroma that one could recognise as poison. I would not be treated as a criminal by the Imperial Court for the Seventh Princess’ games! But I could not disobey her orders either, and if Hiqui is still alive, then I would have been judged to have failed and would be punished. One if Hiqui’s maids noticed me, and I walked with her for a time, feigning ignorance of the structure of the City. She kindly offered assistance, and I did my best to develop a bond with the girl, Anhui, her name was. She was living in a fantasy, where Princes would save women in distress, and the majestic beauties of Celestial tranquil countryside under a watchful Huangdi. She spoke of her history as a member of the Yuan people, and their oppressed history under the Trekkish lands. I had little interest, but she would play a vital role in my survival. I contemplated my options, the wife of the Sixth Prince, who is my ultimate enemy in the palace, if I want the Third Prince to advance and for my own Seventh Princess to keep me alive, then I need her out of the picture. She would die, and I would survive. I Anhui that I felt faint, and was going to collapse through heat, she then kindly offered to take my herbal tea to her mistress, while I rest in her chambers till I felt better. I obviously chose not to actually touch anything, just in case I left evidence. Leaving after about ten minutes to clear my presence, I heard screaming, the delightful screaming of the girl who had delivered my poison to the enemy. The only concern on my mind was getting out of the area so that I could not be blamed for this event, I had told Anhui that I was a servant of the Sixth Prince, bringing the rare tea as a gift to his newly wed wife, and while the Sixth Prince was serving in the Clear White Banner at the frontier province of Zhenjian, it would be very difficult to verify who I really served. In this time, Anhui’s pleas shall fall on deaf ears, as the Internal Household Department will conclude that she was guilty of trying to kill a noble of our Empire. Already I saw the Palace Guards drag her away, muffling her screams and taking her to the Punishment Hall. I merrily returned to the palace of my Princess, reporting my success.

The Monotony of a Servant’s Life, Part Four

Guo Huizhong, April 3rd, 2019

The first thought I had when entering this demonic place was the hostile, sinister incense. Designed to allure and manipulate, cajole and impress, the place’s incredulous size and apparent glory, far outstrip foreign palaces and legends of old, though that was entirely the point. The Decadence of feudal power structures emitted from the very walls, elaborate golden decorations littered the outer walls, protected from youths’ graffiti by round the clock guards. Archaically, they are still armed with only bows and arrows, traditionalism. An anchor, preventing rightful progress and keeping bad ideas alive. As Minister of the Army, I was obligated to come to this place once a year, and again for the Grand Council every week. It was a token gesture from the Conservatives, who wanted to contain the Red Hooks. The Minister of the Army was unable to influence the court very effectively, due to the huge mistrust in the New Quan Army Though my reforms have been radical, the problem is inherent in the culture of the army’s doctrines. It will take many decades to root out the issues of corruption, nepotism and lack of discipline. The infamous case that prompted my political career was when I was growing up in Yixizhou province. The local garrison took liberties in oppressing the people, accepting bribes to get away with crimes, and covering up crimes by members of the military. I remember the horrible slogans that they’d butcher. “Justice, Honour, Integrity”. They had no justice when they extorted money from the local people. When my mother’s house was turned upside down as the men marched through and pillaged what they pleased. I remember the screams as they would drag away “revolutionaries” who all happened to be beautiful women, or people who protested the actions of the soldiers. My reforms legitimised and corrected the worst mistakes, but cases appear on my desk every other day about corruption and abuses. To my left, I saw Imperial eunuchs beat a young woman mercilessly. I was not shocked by this ruthless display, but I did wonder about her crime. I had the authority to stop the beatings, and so I decided to be a good man today. I approached the two eunuchs. I couldn’t tell if they were actually obeying the dynasty que rule, or just using their position for sadistic thrills. One noticed me, and ran towards me, and did the famous Dynastic salute. An odd form of fealty, the man seemed young, around twenty eight. Judging from his face, and his mannerisms. His uniform was creased, as if he wore it for a long time, and he had a medallion of a junior officer in the Guard Corps.

“Lord, War Minister. This woman has been duly punished by the authority of the Imperial Internal Department. She has been accused of poisoning her lordship, the Lady Hiqui of Gala Clan. She has been sentenced to humiliation, mutilation and then death.” The man stuttered, which betrayed to me a contradiction in the chain of command. I could order this woman free, which he would have to refuse, because his master gave him a direct order to punish this servant, but I could then have him beaten for refusing my order. The man was placed in a very unfortunate position, one that someone less merciful than myself would have taken great pleasure in. He continued, after stuttering some more. “Forgive me, Lord, but you have no authority to intrude in Imperial Household matters. You are wanted by the Second Prince to discuss vital matters of state. It suits your position much more to be above the affairs of the meek.” The man seemingly forgot who he was talking to, the General Secretary of the Red Hooks Party, I have the authority over all members of Huang Shang’s army, and would be able to exert that authority. I called them out violently, with my ceremonial War Minister sword.

“I will not be denied, Officer. You will relent in your beatings, or you will eventually feel the wrath of the people once again, tired of your abuses.” My obvious threat of a second revolution worked it’s regular magic, a good section of Michu was not satisfied with the end of the conflict, and many Red Militias kept their weapons. I would know, I keep in frequent contact with them, should my position be undermined. The idea of renewed war is not appealing to the restored government, and most don’t have enough of a spine to deny me. Feeling intense satisfaction at my soft power as the Guards merely bowed and released the maid, her face with deep cuts from the lashes. She seemed young, with tears flowing from her eyes as I helped her up. Her tears intensified for a moment as she went to bow, but I stopped her, fearing that she’d just fall over again. She spoke with a tepid, insecure voice. “Are the guards gone? The tyrants, they took me to the discipline room, and beat me… for hours… for something I didn’t do. I loved Lady Gala! She treated me better than any instructor, virtually my family, why would they think I killed her?” I had to stop for a moment, still a little confused about their feudal superstitions, before calming her down with a firm hand on her shoulder, and my powerful charisma. “Calm yourself woman. I do not believe for one second that you assassinated this Gala. Yet I care not. You owe me your life, and I need eyes in this palace that aren’t on me. I will have the Gala investigation quashed in my dealings with the Second Prince.” She continued blubbering, but in happiness at my act of mercy, she cried at my feet, but I was getting tired of such displays. I grasped her by the archaic maid uniform and pulled her up. She calmed down after staring at me for a minute in shock, the tears leaving a poignant mark on her face. The tension of the situation started to stabilise, as the young girl started to recognise me as the leader of the Red Hooks Party, and hero of Dongnan. She started to stutter in her words and point at me, in a manner not befitting a supposedly obedient maid, or even a common citizen. Zealotry was a great tool, but I do not need, nor desire constant praise and affirmation while we are fighting in the trenches or hunting in the streets, hunting down Minzhu dogs. I grasped her hand firmly to silence her fawning, and spoke in an equally firm tone, that she was sure to have recognised.

“Keep your tone in line, you are trained to submit to authority, so recognise mine and follow me. Meet me each month with updates around the Palace. I need you for the continuing cause of our people. In exchange, I will protect you from scandal, and give you a good passage to revenge against those who have wronged you.” She would not struggle against my grasp, and I recognised the star struck submission in the eyes of this girl, she nodded swiftly in enthusiastic acceptance.

“Mr Guo, Your lowly servant thanks you for this blessing, her name is Anhui Ai, from Zhongyuan. I was sent to this palace by my father because of the high pay, and the chance of catching the eye of a Prince. I am of low birth, so this quest has led to naught.”

I rolled my eyes in displeasure with Anhui’s continued use of Feudal language and mannerisms, but reforging the proles takes time and energy that is better kept in reserve until a later date. Mere verbal warnings will suffice on the short term, though they will inevitably fall back into a subservient ‘feminine’ position. The very uniforms themselves are like soft chains, richly decorated to demoralise their wearers, making them less likely to resist or show defiance. They looked heavy, far too bulky for a girl of such a young age to maneuver around in with any finesse. Yet despite this, the Dynasty mandates that all such women must wear extremely restrictive footwear, keep their gaze averted from all superiors and walk with overt grace in short, yet fast paces. One cannot compare with Princesses’ footwear, but I imagine they go through even more tribulations in learning the mundane, yet ever present rules of this place. I shot Anhui a look of disdain, and she stopped with the bowing and scraping, and I began to speak once more, as I started to continue my trek towards the boundaries of the Dawn Dragon’s Palace, the agreed meeting place between me and the Second Prince.

“You need not treat me like one of your feudal masters. I am a regular man who has done all he can for the Peasantry and the working class, preserve your dignity, and help my cause. I wish for you to serve the Second Prince on my behalf, and report on his dealings every month before my meetings with the Celestial Cabinet. I know that the Princes conspire against me, and I need to know their moves in advance.” Anhui looked around anxiously suddenly upon receiving my instructions, and I pressed her on her cowardice. “We are alone, why do you cower? Are the chains of feudalism so tight around your neck? This place’s luddite tendencies prevent them from having basic security cameras that even a poorly funded school would employ!” This fact is well known, the Anchor of tradition that is this Palace seems to reject any progress beyond the most basic of metalwork. She seemed to have accepted her position, and I directed her to follow me and maintain silence during my meeting.





Maid Anhui

I continued following Minister Guo for his assigned path, and we continued our discussion, though it took a more philosophical turn after my wounds started to heal. I still didn’t know where we were going, but this man’s natural charisma was apparent and distracted me with his charms. I would seek to pry for his knowledge, and he would give me more than what I even asked. He would regale on stores of the great South, and the tales of the revolution, and my questions never ceased. My mind went to treason, as a controversial topic that only this man could compel me to speak about.

“How do you defy the Imperial Throne? Where do you derive your morality?” I spoke in hushed tones to prevent the guards around us from noticing or paying much attention, though there was noticeably less in the area of the Palace.

“The same as you defy a common gang. The Imperial family and it’s institutions are no different from ascended triads or gangs. They coat their extremism and their exploitation in religious garb.” He spoke with a monotone voice that seemed to emit wisdom and knowledge, that it was physically impossible for him to be wrong.

“A common… gang?” I gasped out in exhortation and confusion, my hands were practically shaking from the treasonous words coming out of Guo’s mouth, but they rang true. He nodded his head, and continued with his prophetic words.

“Indeed. The entire world is based on power and how it flows. It contrasts with the Imperial Way ideology, there is no balance. The balance of nature does not exist, the lion in his prime is king. However if the lion is weakened or grows old, it will be subsumed by other predators. Humanity works in the same way. If enough little men and little women march together with one vision, any idea can be made true.”

“Then how does the Throne survive for six thousand years?” I burst out in curiosity and amazement, soaking in his genius and naturalistic analysis of the world. He was all too happy to continue the discussion, though with his methodical, almost computer like voice.

“The Imperial Throne maintains its authority through cajoling the people. Keeping the Zheng divided while the minorities are given the perks of Imperial rule. Through the class conditions enshrined in feudalism, and in contemporary times, capitalism, the elite Weishun class have been able to retain their power over the centuries.”

As we approached a dark corridor between the Hall of Gratitude and Favour, and the Hall of Grandiose Glory, there was an isolated chamber. I looked in apprehension at this dark and desolate corner of Shaozi Palace, barely covered in any gold spectacle, and covered on all sides by higher valued buildings. It’s shadowy position obscured it from view, and I wished to shine light on it. Highly appropriate, I felt for the Imperial system as a whole, it’s glories obscure great violence and inglories that become footnotes in histories or aren’t recorded at all. We entered, and saw the Second Prince, just sitting there with some tea. His visage was as plain and reassuring as ever. He appeared stoic, well maintained and temperate. He dusted his Imperial Medal of Dexterity and Palace Tranquility, and clearly ensured that his queue was trimmed to a mature level. He shot a look at both of us, and I was bought out of my lapse in judgement, swiftly bowing with the standard greeting.

“Greetings and good fortune to the Second Prince. May you live for a thousand years.”

He smiled at me briefly, and Guo shot me a glare, as if I had betrayed him through my accordance with Imperial tradition. I suddenly felt slight shame as my face became red, though Guo simply walked towards the Prince, and gave a deep, fatherly smile, extending his arm in a western styled hand shake. This led to an awkward pause and a flare up of tension in the room’s atmosphere as the two men stared at each other. Eventually, Second Prince stopped fanning himself, and rose to shake Guo’s hand, breaking the deadlock.

“Your informality and straight forward attitude serves you well, War Minister.” He laughed slightly to break the tension further as he shock Guo’s hand for a few seconds, before withdrawing.

“And your acceptance of modern values of equality and mutual respect make you the greatest of Princes, Second Prince.” The insult’s subtlety was not lost on me, though the Second Prince wished for Guo to prostrate himself, he would not force it like most of the others would.

“Why, thank you. However, we have more important matters to get too. Could you please dismiss your maid and send her to her master?” Second Prince directed his attention at me, smiling slightly, and I felt fear rush through my spine again. Though Guo interjected

“Second Prince. While I respect your desire for privacy, there is a critical matter that must be discussed regarding this maid once we have finished with government policy, so I would prefer her to stay. Additionally, what we discuss relates to the happiness of Michu, recognising this, we should include those who will inherit what we make of this country after we are gone in the conversation.” Guo’s mercy washed over me, and I mained a silent, deferential position, paying keen attention to what both men said. Second Prince seemed to give up, and gestured for me to stay, before continuing.

“Very well, but keep quiet.” He turned back to Guo. “The Empire’s unity is threatened by several factors. While the new elections have allowed the Conservatives to achieve a plurality in the Celestial Parliament, there are some who claim we should not have launched elections until we have reclaimed Guangxi and Bingxi, as integral parts of our nation. They fear we are recognising the loss of territories to Treko and will reinforce the notion that the government is powerless to save it’s people.”

At this, Guo slammed his fist against the table in rage, making me jump, and he flew into a rant. “You should keep your jingoists in line! My army reforms will get us those lands back, and I will not have you use YOUR government’s ineptitude as a weapon to shame the democratic system! The continued rule of the Weishun elites is the only reason the people, and the foreigners as powerless!” Once he finished his rant, he sat down, and the Prince looked as disturbed as me. He started to twiddle with his hands, before attempting to calm down Guo, who still breathed heavily.

“I meant no offence. I am endeavouring to calm down the warmongering nobility, who won’t see the impacts of the war from their castles. I am not attempting to undermine the Democratic system.” This concession seemed to be what Guo was looking for, and he pushed on.

“To answer your concern. The New Quan Army will be modernised, rendered clean of aristocratic officers and concessions. Then it will be ideologically purified with worship of Huang Shang embedded in rituals and salutes, to increase loyalty for your regime. Their combat doctrines will be modernised to focus far more on artillery and deep battle, rather than mass mobilisation. With this army, you will be able to reclaim Guangxi and Bingxi. Just give me time to implement these reforms.” He gave this little speech with an odd, smug sense of satisfaction with an accompanying smile to show his firm position proudly.

“You will have this time…” He said with a defeated tone, and sighed before continuing. “Now, there is the matter of the zealots who refused to accept the peace offered by our coalition. This discontent is focused around the South West, and the far east. How best shall we deal with this situation?”


There was an awkward pause once more, as Guo pondered the answer to this question, his smile faded and his eyes turned to daggers. He responded carefully

“Second Prince… I am not the Minister for National Pacification.” He chuckled, then he continued. “As the leader of the Red Hooks Party, I took decisive action in preventing continuing partisan action. I gave the order that all remaining partisans should submit to the coalition forces and enlist in serving the revolution through reaction.” Guo finished his explanation, and the tension remained high, and Second Prince continued on this matter.

“I am aware of your position and the measures you took to prevent the continuation of banditry. I ask because you have experience with the local people of the South West, and can provide critical insight.”

“The short term solution is a clamp down on impacted areas while providing economic stimulus to the South west, as well as clemency for revolutionaries who come forward and surrender.”

“That would enrage the court.” The Princes’ feeble response did not even sway me.

“Your inaction enrages the people!” Guo rose to his feet and slammed his fist against the table loudly again. the fury in which this man speaks, and the charisma that practically oozes from him was virtually magical, beating back the Prince with ease.

“Fine fine! I will see about having the Chancellor push this bill to the Celestial Parliament!” The Prince completely folded, and Guo’s anger subsided, as if it were a switch. Guo turned to look at me, evidently I had flushed red with fear during this conversation, before he turned back to the Prince.

“Ah, yes. The issue with this maid. This is Anhui Ai, formerly the maid of Lady Hiqui of the Gala Clan. She was falsely accused of poisoning her mistress, leading to the Lady’s death. This resulted in her savage beating by the Palace’s guards, for a crime she could not have possibly committed. Why would a maid kill her own mistress with no motive and no means of escape?”

My heart raced with thankful joy as Guo lobbied for me, and the Prince eyed me up with apprehension. I noticed this quickly, and suppressed my happiness, looking down to the floor in deference, as a maid should.

“What would you propose I do about it? The Internal Household Department has deemed her guilty of murder by being the only suspect.”


“Then your Household Department needs to buy some cameras instead of living a thousand years ago!” He raised his voice again, silencing the Prince’s protests. “I would like you to take this maid into your household. You are a powerful Prince, very influential at court, your relationship with Huang Shang puts you in a prime position to do some good. The people must see reform, and these small steps will help in that.”

Second Prince paused, coming closer to me, and directed me to stand, looking in detail at my injuries, coming to a decision fairly quickly, as the attention was making my shyness apparent. I could see his pristine uniform up close now, so many medals and so much gold, it must have been intoxicating. Though this prince seemed merciful, a little too much so. He surrendered to Guo’s arguments every time upon pushing, and is not assertive enough. He returned to a sitting position, and began writing a small document, a Princely Edict. Handing it over to me, he commanded.

“Very well, maid Anhui. You now serve the Unflinching Resolute Palace. Pack up your things and meet your new associates in my Palace in two hours. Go now.”

“Thank you, Second Prince!” I kneeled before the Second Prince, before leaving the little room. I would remember this meeting for the rest of my time in Shaozi Palace, I learnt many lessons. That Princes were like ordinary men, the only thing that separated us from them was class. I swore I would honour my promise to Huizhong Guo, who would bring freedom and happiness to all the proletariat of Michu. Finally ending this unjust, feudal institution.

Monotony of a Servant's Life, Part 5

Changying Ju

Working for the Seventh Princess was an extremely tenuous job, I wondered if it was even worth staying in this palace after what I’ve been forced to do to maintain this position. The system in this complex is designed to remind one of their eternal submission to the throne, situated in the very centre of Shaozi Palace. I have not even been to the Sanctuary of Civilisation, the inner portion that could be its own Palace complex. The ring-like design of this place was segregated into three different sections that serve different purposes. My position kept me firmly within the Oasis of Eternity, the outermost section of the Palace, where minor nobility and foreign dignitaries were kept. It was the most conventional, and stereotypical kind of Palace in Hezrana, sprawling, with black glazed roofs dominating wooden or stone houses. It’s size was truly mind boggling, hundreds of acres, definitely. It was laced all around with Imperial roof decorations, according to the lord/lady of the Palace’s standing with the court, or their own choice. These would generally line up perfectly, however, risking one’s own position by standing out is never a good move, as Hiqui probably learned. My mind still bore the scars of doing what my lady ordered, but I saw myself as a vehicle of history now. My actions tied me to the Seventh Princess, and should she climb the tower, rise to a position of great prominence, I would surely follow. Though Lady Gala’s screams would stay with me in my dreams, the adorations of a loving child in my arms will more than make up for it. My mind had drifted quite far from the Palace’s grandeur, which it was almost conscious of. My eyes naturally fell towards the giant gate, separating the Oasis of Eternity from the Sanctuary of Civilisation, the latter being infinitely superior in both historical value, material quality, and most crucially, it was where the Third Prince and the other higher nobility stayed. Everyone residing in the Sanctuary of Civilisation was bestowed the honour to do so the highest temporal authority, as well as such guests’ maids and eunuchs. The Dynasty used to hold court meetings in that section, away from the prying eyes of the media. Overshadowing the Sanctuary of Civilisation, was the greatest area of all, the Dragon’s Heart. This giant area was reserved exclusively for Huang Shang, and their most blessed servants, as well as anyone who had an arranged meeting that could not be done in the Sanctuary of Civilisation. I could not begin to imagine what was inside of that blessed chamber, riches beyond nations, history beyond civilisations, and Huang Shang themselves. It is confirmed that Huang Shang is a woman, but her appearance, manner and personality is a mystery, to think, only a year ago, I’d have been participating in the movement to have this entire palace burned to the ground, with all its inhabitants. I know that Mei is probably still itching for this chance, and I wondered what was becoming of her, serving the Sixth Prince. I know nothing of the man, and only hope he is more merciful than my lady, though I had no time to ponder this further, as the gates finally opened to the Palace of Tranquil Knowledge, and two figures greeted me. One was Shen Chuan, and another maid who I did not know, Shen spoke with a warm smile on her face.

“Welcome back, Changying Ju. I will show you to your chambers, before taking you back to our Lady for a discussion about your past, and your performance with the lady’s personal matters.”

“Yes, Miss Chuan.” I responded with a blunt statement of acceptance, and began to follow Shen Chuan. The maid took my side, and remained completely silent.

“Your obedience is the virtue of a woman and a loyal subject.”

“I thank you, Miss Chuan.” I chanted without thinking, only noticing my blunder after the fact. Immediately, Shen Chuan stopped, and turned around at an incredible speed, yet with equal grace. I barely had time to look up, before the hard slap reached my cheek, with enough force to knock me off balance. Her metal jewelry led a little mark on my face, but the pain, and the humiliation was a more lasting insult. The sharp pain was enough to elicit a tear in my eye, and the other maid maintained a passive, non caring expression while averting her gaze. I would get no support here. The loneliness was a weapon in itself, falling out of favour with one’s master was virtually a death sentence.

“What did you say, Maid?” Shen Chuan asked aggressively, without any mercy and stepping on my hand with her boot, causing me to involuntarily scream out in pain. She did not lift her boot, that may as well have been a dagger from my hand, so I had to try to collect myself before surrendering.

“Your Servant thanks Miss Chaun for her compliments, and apologises for lack of grace.” I tried to sound calm and remorseful, and braced for further punishment, but it did not come. Instead, she lifted up her foot, freeing my hand from it’s grasp. It was bleeding slightly, but otherwise not too much damage, thank the Heavens.

“Maid. Your manner of walking and your posture is dreadful. It is evident that you were taught incorrectly by the Imperial Internal Household Department. This will be remedied. Come with me to my residence.”

“Yes, Miss.” I chimed obediently, not wanting another disciplinary, though I was insulted by the notion that my walking was not up to standard. I practiced before going for my audition, and I believe I did sufficiently. Nevertheless, I followed, with the other maid in tow, to a moderately small, but cozy residence near the central pavilion of the Palace of Tranquil Knowledge. It was coated in silver ingots that had various pieces of calligraphy engraved on them. I could only read a few, but the one that stood out to me was “Loyalty”, that looked like it was drawn by a master, with years of practice in their craft. Shen Chuan was obviously a powerful, devoted woman, and strict enough to be our Lady’s enforcer. When we arrived, the maid remained standing, eying me up, but Shen Chuan took a seat on an ancient wooden chair, something that looked like it came from a period drama of schooling during the Zaoming Era.

“Maid, pay close attention to how little Yuming walks around the room. Her graceful footwork that she rehearsed for months to perfect. You will emulate her, use her as your model.” Shen Chuan smiled at Yuming, who happily smirked at me, before gracefully walking at different paces to represent different tasks. She carried a tray that carried two cups of herbal tea, walked swiftly while averting her gaze to represent escorting a lord of higher standing than herself. Shen Chuan turned to me, after clapping for a moment.

“Well done Yuming! You are truly a model of youth and dexterity. Changying, imitate her style. Do not deviate, do not falter. Yuming, get another chair, but do not sit in it.”

I walked to the centre of the room, and attempted to copy Yuming’s initial, slow, graceful walking style. I was not used to this manner of walking, my normal style was rather, well, normal. Average pace and little attention paid to my basic appearance, unlike my mother. She would also reprimand me for poor footwork and low care for my social standing. Even the Red Hooks weren’t free of social dynamics and tradition, which really demonstrated to me just how much power the Imperial throne has, even in exile. Next, I carried some boiling tea around, delivering the two cups to both Yuming and Shen Chuan, to which both smiled approvingly. Finally, I practiced the most difficult of all, maintaining all the grace of the earlier, slower styled walk, while averting my gaze and walking at almost running pace. This was extremely difficult and required me to pay close attention to my movements, without seeing what was in front of me. Inevitably, I tripped over a chair leg, causing me to fall over pitifully with a large thud, as my clumsy body whacked into the hard wooden floor. I sighed in pain, as I looked up to Yuming giggling like a schoolgirl, and Shen Chuan looked at me with contempt. She sighed with me, and looked away in shame.

“Again, Maid. I will not have you shame our lady with irresponsible mannerisms. I don’t have anything else to do today, so I will keep you here practicing till nightfall unless you get it right!” She yawned while remaining sitting, as if taunting me, and I felt my dignity violated once again. So I began to endlessly repeat the cycle of walking in an almost choreographed manner, feeling like a clown as I stumbled, improving gradually through trial and error. I felt Shen Chuan’s ire fall upon me, and then I felt the Palace’s endless crushing of my spirit impacting me for the first time. Submission to the throne will be beaten into all through compulsive, never ending regulations, and brutal punishment for expressions of defiance, mistakes and individuality. I needed to be strong. Pushing on, I continued until my feet tired, until both Shen Chuan and Yuming smiled with approving looks on their faces. The sun was beginning to fall, and darkness was rising over the Imperial city, and Shen Chuan let out a yawn.

“Well done. You may stop, it is becoming dark, and it is not safe to be in the Imperial Palace after the night has set in.” The question confused me, and Yuming looked quite spooked, looking to both sides as if under attack. Shen Chuan gestured for her to calm herself while I spoke.

“Why is the night dangerous, Miss Chuan?” I asked with genuine curiosity, greatly confused how the centre of Imperial civilisation was more dangerous than Xihou’s nightlife. Chuan’s eyes narrowed in irritation, and I wondered if I had stepped wrong in my search for knowledge.

“Maid, every room, almost every inch of this Palace reeks of death itself. In the four thousand years of this Palace’s operation, it has seen more blood than small nations. This room alone was where Empress Xiaocheng committed suicide by carving out her own organs to get the attention of Emperor Fanxi. It was also where the Ninhundish colonial governor of Qinggang was beheaded on the order of Emperor Huanzhou. Two maids have lost their lives here in the last two centuries, both for overt defiance. All of their spirits are free when our great Empress inside the Dragon’s Heart sleeps.” I spun around the beautiful, well maintained bed in horror and confusion, and my head ran to the idea that Shen Chuan was merely joking, trying to unnerve me. The Imperial Palace is viscous, but not that much. I giggled, but this couldn’t cover up my fear and apprehension, a bead of sweat fell down my face in terror.

“You… You are very funny Miss Chuan!” I blurted out, trying to cover myself, but it evidently did not work. Shen Chuan did not respond, only beginning to leave, beckoning both me and Yuming to leave Shen Chuan’s residence, and I’d prefer never to return. We followed in silence, around nine in the evening, until we ran into a male figure, that I recognised as a special eunuch. He carried a giant drum and lantern, and slowly walked around the outer layer of the Palace, banging his drum. He chanted out loud in a deafly, creepy manner.

“Huang Shang has finished praying to their ancestors, and has ascended into sleep!”

Shen Chuan looked at the man in the darkness, his face was old, ravaged by age. He was pale, and when the light shone over his face, Yuming jumped up in fear, while he was about to let out a scream. The figure did not speak, only continuing his vigil, without even looking at the pathetic display me and Yuming involuntarily did. She was the most spooked, her eyes fixated on the man until he had fully passed, and we could only distantly hear his cries. We then continued walking in silence, as darkness grew more potent, I tried to make conversation on the way there.

“Miss Chuan, is it hard living in the same bed where Empress Xiaocheng committed suicide?” I asked again out of genuine curiosity, and regretted it immediately, bracing myself for the incoming slap. It did not come, and Shen Chuan answered with a softer tone than in our previous conversations.

“It is mentally taxing in the darker months, or when I think about the fate of maids who defy our masters’ orders. Some nights, I feel that the walls of my palace aren’t enough to keep both the cold, and the unending wrath of those who came before.” I did not expect Shen Chuan to be so forthcoming, but I would have preferred a slap, in all honesty. Her response, while genuine and heartfelt, only increased tension and awkwardness, I shot a few glances at Yuming, who was breathing heavily in discomfort. I wished to assist her, and tried to engage her in conversation.

“Miss Yuming, how did you come to the Palace?” A basic method of getting to know someone, but I didn’t see much more options. She turned to me swiftly, as if in shock. She hesitantly responded in a very soft, soft and adorable manner.
“I came from Zhongzhou, and am the third daughter of Zheng official Zhezu Zetang. He sent me to the Palace as a sign of submission to the returning government, and I took office the week after the last election. Thou- though I am not of high status.” Her response was stereotypical. Submissive, adorable, pliant. Her mid level status put her above me, but nothing that any Prince would spare a thought for. The pay for being a maid is incredible, far above average wages, and all of your expenses are covered for your stay. If one can get a Prince’s attention, they can become a Princess and live a life of glory. However, Yuming was of average appearance, and timid personality, so I doubt she’ll make much of an impact. We arrived at the gates of the Maid’s quarters. Shen Chuan pointed to our left, and Yuming nodded, still shaking as she walked towards her chambers, only a few dozen meters away from my own. I asked Shen Chuan

“Will maid Yuming be alright, Miss Chuan?” Shen Chuan smiled in an almost, eerie motherly manner. She nodded, and walked me to an ancient building that had some calligraphy painted above the door. It said ‘Healthy Slaves are better slaves.’ While this was meant as some kind of reassuring message, it certainly only filled my heart with dread and apprehension. Shen Chuan beckoned me inside, and I was confronted with a luxurious room, the fabrics in the bed were even more comfortable than my bed in Xihou! The wood was very elegant, and well maintained to perfection. There was a small amount of incense and hand cleanser to keep me healthy and well slept.

“You will find all your necessary foods and clothing under the bed, if you need more of anything, file a request with the Imperial Household Department of Requisitions. There is a list of rules and standards on the table, you will follow them at all times.” Shen Chuan exclaimed in a more bored, monotone voice, clearly in a hurry to return to her own chambers. I simply nodded, and bowed in appreciation of her lessons and her later kindness.

“Farewell, Miss Chuan.”

“And you, Maid Ju.”

Once Shen Chuan left, I almost collapsed onto the bed, forgetting to even change into my pyjamas, I slept in my uniform with my hair still done into a small Imperial style. The last thoughts in my mind were a mix of fear, horror, ambition, and I barely had time to check my watch before I passed into sleep. 10.20. The numbers repeated themselves into my dreams, and I endured the night easily.

Imperial Princesa Isabella Sánchez

Isabella:

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Isabella sat in silence as she looked out the window of the luxury jet they were on. Her thoughts drifted to the land she was heading to. A Nation the Imperial Family referred to as Michu. She had heard of it before but this would be her first time officially traveling to the Nation. The Imperial Family, specifically the Holy Emperor, had stated, "You will have fun there daughter". Isabella wasn't very close with the Holy Emperor. His duties often requiring him elsewhere. Not to mention, the Crown Prince was the one who received the most attention. But at least she wasn't as bad off as Walter was. Regardless, she turned to her companion. It was an Imperial Guard simply named Roberto. He was of Aztlani-Michise descent. His darker skin contrasting with his more dominant Michise features. She had protested against a guard. But the Holy Emperor & Empress insisted. She ultimately accepted it but still felt sour about it. Hence why she did not engage in conversation much with the guard.

Regardless of what the Imperial Family intended. Isabella was going to have fun in Michu. She thought, "At least here they won't be as pushy as in Aztlán. Parents always breathing down on me & Ferdinand too. Damn that bastard. Where does he get off? Well anyways i'll see the Empress & just relax & have fun. This will be a nice vacation"

Isabella smiled as she concluded her train of thought & began swaying her legs & bobbling her head from side to side as she thought of all the fun she'll have in Michu. It had occured to her that Michu was a different country with different traditions. But the Michise people she encountered in Aztlán were often laid back & really humble. Especially to her. So people in Michise likely act similar. It's only natural right? Thankfully, Isabella had studied Michise somewhat before as was mandated of any Imperial Children who were being sent off to a foreign country. This way Isabella wouldn't 'embarass' Aztlán or the Imperial Family.

Isabella scowled in a muffled manner. Once again, Imperial Traditions being imposed on her. Isabella looked out the window again to try & take her mind off anything from the Imperial Family back in Aztlán.

Once the plane landed in Peikang, Isabella wondered what she would do. Would she go to the Capital first? Maybe hit up a club? Maybe release a squeak on squeaker? The possibilities were endless. Thankfully, the one good thing about this trip was that the Imperial Family had granted her a large allowance in her electronic account. So she would be quite well off to blow her money. But Roberto was there to ensure nothing insane happened & that she didn't go flat broke. Last thing the Imperial Family needed was a scandal developing in Michu.

But eh, it wouldn't come to that... hopefully. Isabella thought to herself in a mischievous manner. Although she would want to tour the cities of Peikang first. The Imperial Family mandated it as a way for her to familiarize herself with the people of Michu & the culture so she doesn't appear like a complete stranger.

Monotony of a Servant's Life (Part 6)

April 6th, 2019

Changying Ju

My dreams were remarkably pleasant, I dreamed of running through the beautiful woodlands of Meijiang, watching the sunset over the great bounty of nature. The great valleys defended access to the Purple River, named for the Khans who charted it in the ancient times. It’s endless glory reaching to the skylines, nourishing the surroundings and bringing life itself to the cradle of Imperial civilisation through agriculture and crops. As I moved and danced through the area, I would encounter the first farmers, who would happily greet me, in the dream, I was about to run into the arms of my beloved. Then the dream, and the happiness, stopped. I woke with a sound that was reminiscent of a bullet, and before I was even out of bed, two guards and a eunuch were in my room. I rose to protest, but the eunuch gave his announcement over my fleeting, tired statement.

“The maid Changying Ju has been ordered to report to the Central Pavillion for interrogation and trial for the death of maid Yuming, by the command of the Seventh Princess! Respect this!”

My body felt a shock of horror at this edict, Yuming was killed, and I was being blamed? I did no wrong, I was innocent in this matter. I pinched myself to ensure it wasn’t a false awakening, before blurting out in protest

“I have not even showered! I am innocent!” Though undiplomatic, I didn’t have anything else to say at this accusation, and simply tried to cover my uniform, drenched in sweat already from yesterday’s exercises. The guard on the left side gave an unsympathetic, blank response that sent another chill down my spine.

“This is of no concern to both the Seventh Princess and the Internal Household Department. Either come now or change immediately.” I obviously refused to change immediately, so I could only meekly nod, and put on my shoes, though my feet still ached from the punishment I received yesterday. Once I was out of bed and had my shoes on, the guard merely grabbed my arm and dragged me, still half asleep all the way from the maid’s quarters to the Central Pavillion. I got a look at Yuming’s door, though two guards were preventing access to the presumed body, despite my innocence, I still felt great shame that such a girl would be killed so close to me. What if I had offered to stay with her in her house to make sure she was alright after the fright last night? Would the killer have chosen another target, or would I have joined Yuming in the afterlife? These thoughts, and my own fear rushed through my head as I continued to struggle and protest against my accusation. The rough handling of the guards was making it far more difficult to compose my thoughts, and I could feel the very skin going red with pain. After a troubling ten minutes, we arrived at the central pavilion in the blazing sun, with the Seventh Princess sitting outside with an umbrella protecting her from the heat and the intense sunlight. Her incredible beauty was only barely combined by the shadows she was under, and she watched me dragged before her and forced to my knees with a cruel smile, an overt delight.

“Maid. Did you really think you could get away with such a poorly constructed assasination plot? Did you really think you could damage my reputation by venting your anger on an unsuspecting maiden?” Seventh Princess asked me, but it felt more like taunting. I still did not know her motivation behind doing this, surely she must know that I could not have committed the heinous action. Shen Chuan was not here, only three ministers, one of whom was crying inconsolably. I rose to speak.

“Your Servant committed no such acti-”

“The witch dares to deny a grieving father!” I was interrupted by the Seventh Princess, seemed to want to pontificate about my guilt further.

“When you were taught by maids Shen Chuan and Yuming how to properly manner yourself, so that you could even imitate being a civilised being, you walked home with them after dark, and took the opportunity to wreck revenge on the Imperial system by attacking innocent, obedient colleagues. This is bolstered by your past, your background doesn’t entitle you to set foot in this most holy of land, and you pollute the very atmosphere with your filth!” She paused, almost turning red with impromptu anger, her hatred of the outlying provinces was angering me too, and it took everything in my mind to not explode in rage at her, instead, I maintained the correct low stance.

“Your Servant apologises for causing my lady concern, and for her lowly status, compared to her mistress’ high status, your servant is but the dirt beneath your feet.” I paused, the overly submissive manner of speaking made my head spin in confusion, almost unnatural speech. I continued. “However, your Servant cannot have committed this evil offense. I am physically weak, have no weapons, and have no motive.”

“Your motive is the red lie that engulfed our great Celestial nation into chaos! Even the weakest of man can kill when attacking an unsuspecting target. The brutality of the act shows the zealotry of the murderer.”

“If Your Servant committed this action, and it was brutal, doesn’t that suggest a slow and less sophisticated attacker?”

“Do you continue to deny what is obvious?” The Seventh Princess was getting extremely angry, clearly she had made her mind up based on circumstantial evidence. I thought that this was simply an excuse to get rid of me after I had disposed of Lady Gala for her, to tie up loose ends. An excellent motive to get rid of me, and she clearly held provincial bias, and could use her institutional superiority to remove me as a threat. Before I could press her on this, she gave an order that threw my defence into jeopardy.

“Guard! Beat her until she confesses!” My heart raced, and I became more desperate, I started trying to flail pathetically, as my resolve breaks, I resort to the same begging and crawling that Anhui did while being dragged away. I knew subconsciously that it was in vain, but it was virtually instinctive to bow and scrape.

“Spare me my lady! Please! Spare me!” I continued screaming while the guards approached, muffling me with a rope to gag my weak cries, and they grasped bamboo sticks and began delivering upon me a dreadfully painful sentence. I could barely count the strikes through the pain, it felt as though I was being stung repeated, or lit on fire. If this continued, I felt as though I would never walk again, or that I could suffer permanent damage. I continued struggling against the ropes, but as I felt the pain overwhelm me. While this was happening, I could see the Seventh Princess writing a piece of parchment. She nonchalantly began writing on a small silver laced document, which was labeled ‘The Value of the Guthic Race and the Imperial Primacy’. She paid me no further attention, and watched me sparingly as she continued to write her racial documents, while the sun’s light further tortured my skin. I felt the heat of the sun roast my body further, as my face was forced violently onto the ground. The heat of the dark stones transferred seamlessly to my face, and I started to scream even more. The endless pain across my entire body seemed without end, ripping through my like a scythe, stabbing my nerves like a knife, as the ministers merely watched my suffering. They were content to simply watch an innocent woman be tortured on circumstantial evidence by a madwoman, all because of her birth. The fire of revolution and hatred was reignited inside of me by this point, the pain almost fueled my old ambition to destroy this corrupt institution. I was saved by an unlikely factor. Xioju Guan, the eunuch who ran myself and many others through the maid initialisation process, called out to the assembled group.

“The Second, Third, and Sixth Princes have arrived!”

The guards torturing me, as well as the ministers present, ceased all attention towards me, and instead prostrated themselves towards the approaching Princes. I could not see them, for my body had been too badly punished to move significantly, only able to lift my face off the roasting sun. Though pain still made itself known throughout my body, I watched the Seventh Princess reluctantly and slowly put down her parchment, and lazily got off her chair. She gave the smallest of bows, and showed no deference to her brothers.

“Greetings, Princely Brothers. Is this a social visit, or did you just want to mock my status?”

I was unsure what she was referring too, and she just retained an otherworldly manner of superiority, despite being subordinate to the men she was addressing. She spoke as though she was a child who had just won a game against their friends. Fourth and Sixth Princes paid me no attention, Sixth even stepped over my crumpled body when he went to speak to Seventh Princess, and I wanted to trip him up. An odious man, he immediately went to flatter the Seventh Princess
“I wouldn’t dare mock my dear sister, and I wish you happiness. My brothers are here on the errand of an irresponsible maid…” He continued, but he was almost drowned out by the sound of Third Prince, who was frantically trying to untie me.

“Changying? Are you alright? What’s happened, speak to me!” He called, but I was rapidly losing consciousness from all of the pain, and the public humiliation. I could only repeat his title over and over again meekly. Another voice from behind him, that I deduced was the Second Prince.

“Guan! Go get an Imperial doctor and treat this maid in her room!”

“Yes, Second Prince.” He meekly replied, and picked me up easily, despite his old age. He began taking me back towards my chambers, and I could vaguely hear shouting in the background. I fell unconscious very quickly after this, my last thoughts being that I was saved by the second time in my life by the Third Prince, and the human side of the Imperial Palace.


Last Night, in Tranquil Palace

Seventh Princess

I sat in my nightwear, having maid Chufeng straighten and perfect my hair, as I continued writing my masterpiece work ‘The Value of the Guthic Race and the Imperial Primacy’, it would be a scientific analysis of the merits and demerits of the Guthic race, as well as investigating the claims made by the original Kanadorikan racial scientists in the Zaoming era. Once I have established the self evident fact that Guthics are the least of all mutants of this world, the memorandum will suggest the total eradication of Guthic influence in all territories that they have touched. Primarily, Qinggang, which I recommend being renamed back to its original name, of Jiaoliang. This Deguthicisation process should take around a decade if we dedicate sufficient efforts into it, and once it is complete, the blight on Kuizhou province will be removed, and integrated completely back into its surrounding territories. There will be no more heavy drinkers, Guthic slang, abominable Guthic architecture, only a loyal and docile population. I let out a sigh, rather relaxed as Chufeng’s soft hands worked my equally perfect hair. I put down my pen, and Chufeng spoke softly, she was very well mannered, a testament to her upbringing in Shaotai.

“My Lady, Your servant requisitioned the Apricot Incense you liked. Would you like me to apply it and give you a massage while you work?”

“Chufeng, your soft hands bring me ever closer to paradise, and your resourcefulness is truly extraordinary. If we had more administrators like yourself, we wouldn’t have had the troubles nine years ago.” Chufeng gleefully smiled, and bowed before me.

“Thank you, my lady. Your servant is not worthy of such honours, though is eternally grateful for them.”

I could easily hear the thrill in her voice. An almost sycophantic desire to please me in any way I really saw fit. Such obedience, either for power, vanity, or honour, it matters less, so long as she knows her place and serves me well. I lazily moved my hands around to admire her handiwork, straightening and cleaning my hair to perfection, and adding natural herbal treatments to improve hair quality, particularly chrysanthemum powder applied to my hair to induce growth, using different combs of different texture, size and shape to modify my hair in the optimal formation. Flattening any imperfections in a non intrusive, and relaxing manner. I turned my head slowly to face her, and she smiled, awaiting further orders.

“Chufeng, I wish to rest. You may continue to improve and maintain my hair if I fall into a slumber. Let this be a sign of trust and faith.”

“Your servant thanks her Lady for her trust!” She beamed at me, I smiled back, and simply relaxed as Chufeng worked her magic, lulling me into a sense of safety. I was swiftly falling into sleep, and Chufeng slowly and carefully moved my perspective book away and put a soft pillow under my head.

“Apologies, My Lady. Your servant thought it would be more healthy and conducive to your sleep, and minimise any risk to your book.”

I responded in my hazy, tired state, as I looked at the rising moon. Wondering for the future of my son, Dengliu, and my dearest husband, Dengliu must rise to become the Emperor, if any purity and sense of self is to be maintained in the dynasty.

“My servant did no wrong. I enjoy listening to her voice, and her being around me. You may continue, speak for me, tell me of your family.” My request may come off as odd, but Chufeng’s obedience and loyalty must be rewarded with affection, keeping her out of intrigue with positive reinforcement. She smiled happily, though blushed slightly, not used to such a request, and indulged my appreciation of her voice.

“Yes, my lady. Your servant’s family moved to Shaotai during the reign of the Emperor Zaiming, and served in the New Quan Army in both of the world wars. Since then, we lived in relative luxury, though nothing can compare to this Palace’s supreme quality. Since… The troubles, our family…” She continued with the stories, in her soft spoken voice that easily put me to sleep, heavenly bliss, to the music of her voice and the dance of her fingers on my head. After what felt like a blink, her voice fizzled out, and I was woken by the slamming of a door, and Shen Chuan burst into my chambers. Chufeng immediately went to go and tell her off, startling me out of bliss.

“Shen Chuan! For what reason do you disturb our lady’s sleep?! Do you see what time it is?” The anger in her voice was palpable, and I was irritated myself, after being woken up from my pleasant rest.

“My Lady, Your servant begs for mercy!” Shen Chaun cried.

“I have no time for distractions! Do you not see the time? It’s 11:30!” I yelled out in anger.

“Shen Chuan, return to your quarters, the Lady will handle your discipline issues tomorrow.”
I was extremely aware of the rivalry between Shen Chuan and Chufeng, normally I play an above conflicts role, and allow the two to outbid each other for my affection, but I was in no mood for games.

“Your servant has heard the most terrible news, my lady! The maid Yuming was murdered!”
I ceased my yelling, and the room went deadly silent, Chufeng recoiled back in horror, while I gritted my teeth instinctually. I flew into a greater rage, but this time not at Shen Chuan.

“How dare my house be besieged in this manner! Am I not a Princess of the Yongsheng Ulanara family, Lady of Tranquil Knowledge?”

With a flash, Chufeng approached me, and bowed again, thoroughly scared, but reclaiming her verere of calm.
“My Lady. This is likely a threat against you personally by one of the other Princes. Your servant recommends that we force the Imperial Household Department to investigate this thoroughly. We can also use this as ammunition to return to the Sanctuary of Civilisation, where you can be treated better, in your proper position.”

I nodded, just wondering who could be behind such a move, but before I could examine that question, Shen Chuan raised another poignant point.

“My Lady, Your servant agrees with maid Chufeng, but suggests that the lady personally raise her son, the little Dengliu. We do not know who could be behind this heinous crime, and the killer could strike again at a more highly valued target.”
My heart began to race even faster, my maternal instincts rushed to the forefront, I could not allow any attacks against Dengliu, no matter any personal cost. He must become the Emperor, that is paramount.

“You are both correct, and it is imperative that we unmask the killer. Yuming is of token importance, beyond her familial ties to Minister Cheng Baoming. I will not allow any further of the maids in my service to suffer at the hands of intrigue.”
“Your servant is in awe at the Lady’s decisiveness and consideration for her social lessers.”
“The last person to see Yuming alive was Changying Ju, and myself, My Lady.”

My heart stopped, a realisation entered my head, and I blurted out what I was thinking.
“Changying Ju! That witch, harlot whore who fought for the Reds! We should have known she did not repent!”

Yuming interjected, bowing slightly as she spoke.
“My Lady, your judgement is supreme. However, wasn’t Changying allowed into the palace by Third Prince? The two are apparently very close, do you think he could be behind this scheme?”

Shen Chuan looked flustered, and approached me frantically, a distressed look faced me.
“M- My Lady. I do not believe that Changying is capable of such an evil action. She is small, had no weapons on her. Yuming was killed in an extremely brutal manner, with a knife to rip and tear apart her body. Stabbed two dozen times, such hatred was not present in Changying.” I started to feel faint when hearing about the manner in which Yuming died, I’ve always thought stabbing was the worst way to die.

“How dare you describe such evil and violence to the Lady!” She noticed my fainting manner, and turned towards me. “Are you alright, my lady? You should rest on your bed in case you fall over.”

I brushed off her sycophantic concerns and tried to steel my resolve, filling my light headedness with anger.
“Shen Chuan! How dare you break Palace protocol! Beat your mouth!”

“Your servant apologises for her transgressions!”
Shen Chuan recognised her error, and immediately kneeled and began ruthlessly slapping herself while Yuming looked down on her, enjoying the display of superiority to her rival. I turned to her, and gave her direct orders.

“Bring Dengliu to my Palace, away from the grasps of his wet nurses, and those prying eyes. Then, file an official report with all the evidence for the Imperial Household Department so we can trial this maid formally. Then we can humiliate the Third Prince as well.” I turned to Shen Chuan. “Continue for ten minutes. Then get to bed, do not disrespect me again.”

“Yes, my lady.”
Both replied in unison, and Chufeng bowed, before scurrying off. I entered bed, and prepared to sleep, looking forward to delivering justice to a murderer, and eliminating an enemy of the future Emperor.

Monotony of a Servant's Life (Part 7)

7th Princess


I am perpetually annoyed by the arrogance displayed by my Brothers, they dare interrupt my wholly justified interrogation of the whore, provincial Changying. She committed brazen murder, and that cannot be tolerated, for the health of the dynasty. I sat in my shaded chair and tapped my nail guards against the chair arm, awaiting the inevitable pontification by Second Prince on benevolence towards our subjects, adapting to change, Third Prince’s emotional rant about family, utter drivel. What I did not expect, was that they would take Fourth and Sixth Princes with them to challenge me in my own home, Sixth Prince was clearly not too invested in this trial, as he literally stepped over Changying’s crumpled body and bowed to me. I was almost flattered, until I remembered the rest of that man. He looked as though he hadn’t washed in weeks, and his hair was barely maintained, as if he had just woken up, his eyes were low with heavy bags underneath, and I could easily detect a poignant smell from him. He bowed before me, and gave me the standard greeting of the Empire.

“I wouldn’t dare mock my dear sister, and I wish you happiness. My brothers are here on the errand of an irresponsible maid. I am here after investigating the death of my Secondary Consort, Lady Gala, did you hear about that? Someone dared to touch my little things…”

“Two birds flying in contrasting directions, I’m sure the matters are unrelated. Lady Gala lived far away from my Palace of Tranquil Knowledge.”
I had to quickly brush this matter aside, for my part in Gala’s death was still suspicious, though I could kill two birds with one stone by revealing that it was Changying… However, what Sixth Prince would do her would go above and beyond Palace regulations.


“And now, someone has touched your little thing…” He said coyly, and approached me uncomfortably close. I recoiled, his disgusting appearance and repugnant smell repulsed me, and his filthy habits don’t deserve to be within a mile of my greatness.

“I am not in such sorrow that I require your affection, brother…” I put much emphasis on the word brother, giving hints to both him and a guard that I did not appreciate his immorality. Appropriately, two guards stepped forward, while Sixth Prince backed away slowly, but his filthy advances did not cease.

“Your little things are always more obedient than mine. It’s unfair, but you, little Jia, would make a fi-”

“Does his highness not have a plethora of legally bound and faithful servants mandated to tend to his needs? You truly emulate King Cao with your depravity. If you have nothing else to say, then shut up and be content that you still have the most valid reason to be here over my brothers. And do not address me by that name again, I am the Zhenzhu Princess, Seventh Princess of Michu. If you forget again, I’ll fast track you through the eunuch training protocol.”

“You are truly becoming a dragon, sister! The temper and beauty to match, I’ll stand down for now.” He licked his lips, and I turned back to the other scoundrels, trying to ignore Sixth Princes’ comments. He took one look at Changying’s body, being picked up by that eunuch, as I was approached by Second and Third Princes. They bowed and saluted in the proper manner, and I gave off a bored sigh, awaiting their rants. Third Prince went first

“Sister. Your conduct today is vile, and evil. You have no evidence for your mock trial!”

“I have plenty, an abundance. She is a former terrorist, revolutionary and member of the Red Hooks. She has not repented for this.”

“You do not know that! You have not even spoken to her beyond barking orders and accusations!”

“Oh, such emotion, dear brother!” In my anger, I essentially forgot my station, and dropped my Imperial High Accent for a moment, adopting a more timid, typical, cute accent of a maid. “Oh, would the sweet, kind Third Prince sweep me off my feet and treat me like a Princess? You will? Thank you thank you! Ten thousand years to the rightful Emperor!” I mockingly bowed twice to the Third Prince, knowing that I had found his weak spot.

“How immature…” Second Prince muttered, but I cared not, focusing my attention on the Third Prince first.

“Thi- This is treason! You violate the sanctity of the throne! You make a mockery of all our traditions and filial piety!” I smiled like a child on New Years Festival, as I now had the Prince right where I wanted him.

“Not at all! I have committed no treason! I am serving Heavenly Sister in the purest way possible, through ensuring that the values of her Throne are kept on to the next generation. You are violating tradition, and the holy principles of our Empire! You bring your little drones into the Palace with the offer of glory and love and romance, like a spin doctor or lying merchant. You may not openly have the Highest of Aspirations, but you want to be fawned over by sycophantic and lustful maids. You conceal your vile filth, and toy with the hearts of young maidens! You, brother, are far worse than Sixth Prince. At least he is open about his desires.” I took a deep breath after I finished my rant, and it had its intended effect, Third Prince simply walked away in defeat. I smirked in satisfaction, and Second Prince walked up to continue Third Prince’s cause. I called out to Third Prince as he was walking away “Do make sure you don’t get caught like dearest Ninth Prince!”

“My Lady. I will not be so forceful, but I must stress that what you have done is wrong. It violates the modern values of Michu and what we are trying to create.”

“What you are trying to create. I, and the Weishun peoples who got us to our lofty position, are trying to prevent the destruction and subversion of our people, and all the minorities that rely on the throne for support.”

“That is not what our Empire is trying to create now. We face the world as a united front and it is archaic practices like your prior brutality and the bureaucracy of this Palace.”

“That is not acceptable! Reformism is the goal! Progress! Faster!” I put on a more masculine tone to emulate the type of malcontent that the Second Prince interacts with. “I speak with a strong tone, so I must be right? Why don’t you just join the Red Hooks, big brother?”

“Compromise is important in politics.”

“You don’t compromise, you surrender. You break.”

“I understand that one of your maids was killed, but you must show restraint and dignity.”

“One recalls that it was you who spearheaded the effort to drag me out of the Sanctuary of Civilisation and dump me into the Palace of Tranquil Knowledge. This alone is worthy of contempt, but now you have to mock me.”

“This is from the Highest of Authorities. Heavenly Sister has expressed anger at your conduct, though they are a graceful figure, and has decided to give you another chance to reform. You demonstrate no tact, none of the correct feminine submissive manners, and are a tyrant. If this continues, the Empress will have your head.”

I did not expect my sister to act so harshly in supporting Second and Third Princes against me, so I had to relent, in case of gossip and creating unnecessary enemies. Changing my manner immediately to a regular and proper obedient subject and mother.
“This humble servant thanks Her Majesty for her mercy and this opportunity to better myself, and will take her warning onboard. Her Majesty is wise and intelligent, ten thousand years to her majesty.”

Second Prince smiled, and nodded. He walked towards the three ministers, Cheng was still weeping for his daughter, and Second Prince pulled a piece of parchment out from his robe.

“This is an Edict from the Imperial Household Department. It reads:
The recent deaths in the Palace, of Lady Hiqui of the Gala Clan, Secondary Consort of the Sixth Prince, and maid Yuming of Tranquil Knowledge, have greatly disturbed harmony in the Palace. Within the first week of April, two deaths in the Oasis of Eternity have occurred. Stripping their families of their cherished loved ones and damaging trust in our Great dynasty. The families of the deceased will be paid compensation, and Yuming’s father, Cheng Baoming, will be gifted with the Order of Great Sacrifice for his services in the Administration, and his great losses in our cause. Immediately, there will be an investigation, led by the Ninth Prince and his deputies into the cause of the deaths, unveiling the killers. Those found guilty will be executed, and all their benefactors banished. Respect this!”

I sat, still flushed with fear over Heavenly Sister’s warning, but now, a malicious smile crawled onto my face. I could drop all suspicion from myself by collaborating with the investigation and demonstrating my innocence, I could also quash the Hiqui accusations. My own survival, and my son’s, must come before any point scoring against Third Prince. All in the room bowed to the edict, and Cheng Baoming continued his sobbing, though Fourth and Second Prince began to console him as they walked out of the Pavilion.





Changying Ju

I woke up in a sweet smelling room, full of a hazy incense and lacy decorations obscuring my view, they were in all colours, and reminded me of the ones in Seventh Princess’ Palace. Precious stones dangled in front of me, though I was still in great pain, I was at least capable of token movement. My body no longer felt as though it were on fire, only that it was tinged by the flame, after I moved, I felt a soft hand placed on my arm and putting it back on the bed. It was joined by a maid I did not recognise. She had a face of extreme beauty and grace, and I was left agasp by the superior genetics on display. She gave me a little smile, one that could warm the very heart, with a soft voice to match it.

“Maid Changying should rest herself on the bed, you were hurt very badly by Seventh Princess. Do not move, allow me to assist you.”

This figure had no imperfections, had virtually no visible makeup, her facial structure and symmetry looked so perfectly formed that it may as well be divine. The only thing that was normal about her was the same, huge and concealing maid uniform that could barely contain her exquisite appearance. I couldn’t bring myself to respond to her, only able to just stare at the figure above me, and she started to blush, tilting her head while asking me.

“Is my uniform ill fitting or incorrect? This servant is deeply sorry for her impropriety!”
Her reaction, combined with her looks and her subservient manners could swing the heart of any Prince. I struggled to shake my head, though my neck still was virtually paralysed. She breathed a sigh of relief, and moved slightly away from my bed.
“This servant will grant you water to hydrate you, and apply lotion to your facial structure to restore quality after Her Highness’ punishment.”

Finally finding my voice while she went to the other room, I waited for her to return, to collect my thoughts. I still didn’t know where I was. This was not my room, or anything like it, it was far above mine in, the bed materials were superior, one could very easily just sleep and not rise again. The beautiful maid returned with some medicines, and a cloth to clean out my wounds, she began with my face in a slow relaxing motion, gaining speed as I got used to the pain of having my wounds cleaned out. I cried out a little, some areas were particularly sensitive to the treatments. My face, when dripped with water, felt deep sharps of pain, but the ointment applied seemed to fix most of the damage caused by huge exposure to the sun’s radiant light and the whacks from the whips and the bamboo. I blurted out what I was thinking, though I went red immediately after asking such an improper question.
“Are you an angel? Am I in heaven?”

She giggled at such a stupid question, and continued applying ointment to my face, halting to get more medicine from another room. She spoke very softly, as she washed her hands.
“No, though you are in Shaozi Imperial Palace, and this place stands above the mountains. It reaches into the stars. I am maid Hua, of Qingcheng Palace, Servant of the Ninth Prince, Duanxia.”

“The Ninth Prince is a fairly low profile Prince, how does someone of your beauty not advance higher?”
My body continued to speak without thinking, not noticing how rude such a question could be. Maid Hua blushed, averting her gaze for a moment, clearly shy, not used to compliments from random people.

“This maid th-thanks you for your pra-”
Hua’s response was slow, barely able to even look at me as she continued to bring me a bowl of medicine and soup, and my question answered itself quickly, Hua tripped very easily, probably falling over the incredibly long heavy maid uniform. She let out a quick ‘ow!’ and she took a moment to get off the wooden floor, rising to her feet again, she appeared dizzy. She was clearly a ditz, clumsy and of limited intelligence. She began to speak, as she dusted herself off of any dirt.

“This servant apologises for her mistakes and deserves a thousand deaths!”

“It is alright! You do not need to exert such formalities with another maid, you have more experience. Sit down with me?”
My curiosity was piqued by this girl, so I tried to question her more until my wounds could be recovered.

“This serv- I thank you. I’m extremely clumsy with carrying things, but Ninth Prince always forgives me, and even helps me clean. I am ever so grateful for his mercy, and his kind heart.”

“Your beauty is incredible, Hua, and your Peikang accent is very apparent, are you the child of a powerful minister?”

Hua paused for a moment, before answering cheerfully, enjoying my kindness and informality, mostly.
“My father was an administrator of the Empire, who sent me here when I was very young to serve the nation he loved so much. What about yourself? I only know that you are Changying Ju, and I am to take care of you.”

“I come from Xihou, in the South West. It’s very remote, my family joined the revolutionary movement during the Truth and Self Improvement Campaign, because the government executed my grandfather for weakness. Then I was pardoned by Third Prince after the Shensheng Restoration, and sent here by him.”

Hua went silent, and her gaze sharpened, I felt great self consciousness as she examined me thoroughly, with and adopting a very defensive posture towards me.
“So, you are a traitor undergoing redemption?”

I was unsure how to respond to this short question, as if under attack, I rushed to change the topic, but before I could do so, a figure entered the room, he had a softer voice than both the Second and Third Princes, and was more polite than the Sixth.
“Do try to be polite to the Third Prince’s guests, Hua.”

When he entered, I recognised immediately as the Ninth Prince. His stature was slightly shorter than Third Prince, but no less athletic. His facial structure was a lot younger, and this Prince seemed to be around nineteen. His voice was commanding, yet nurturing, very playboy for a romantic hero, but far less assertive. Both myself and Hua bowed as he entered, though Hua with a lot more enthusiasm. In her, I sensed an obedient, traditional servant, ready to obey her master.
“Greetings Ninth Prince, may you live for a thousand years!

“Maid Hua, you know that you do not need to call me that in private. Maid Changying, you are a guest of the household, call me Duanxia. I care not for the Princely Struggle.”

His statement threw me off, and I struggled against the programming instilled in me by the Imperial Household Department, and the Seventh Princess.
“Ye-yes Nin- Prince Duanxia.”

“Just Duanxia. It is my name, I am barely even a Prince in this place. Though I have been empowered by the highest of Temporal authority to investigate the matter of both Yuming, and Lady Gala’s death. You are my deputies, and will be treated as members of the Palace of Qingcheng Palace, and will work with me to uncover the evils that pollute the happiness of Shaozi Palace.”

I smiled, as I now saw a way to exonerate myself, grow my own position, and shift the blame for Gala’s death away from myself, and on… someone more deserving. This would be my ticket to rise. As I glanced at maid Hua, and Prince Duanxia, I thought, this could work.

Imperial Princesa Isabella Sánchez

Isabella:

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Once the plane had landed in Peikang International Airport, Isabella eagerly got off & began looking up places to visit. Her loyal guard, Roberto, in tow. As she had to tour the amazing cities of Peikang first. She would be looking forward to experiencing everything the City had to offer. So she chose to start by taking a selfie at the airport & uploading it to Squeaker with the Caption, “Just landed in Peikang! Awesome vacation here we come!”

Afterwards, Isabella chose to venture to a local food shop that got particularly high ratings from previous visitors. Once in she began observing how they went about their day within the shop. Isabella, hoping her ability to speak Michise Dialect was up to par, approached the counter. Once she did she began to place her order, she had asked for what she believed was traditional Michise food. She hoped it would convey a sense of respect or knowledge for Michise culture but the clerk didn’t react to her order aside from taking it down.

Isabella looked around once she paid for her food. Roberto had already secured an area for her to sit. As she walked over & took a seat, Roberto looked around the entire room. Isabella rolled her eyes, speaking in Aztlani Dialect, “Don’t worry Roberto, we’re fine here. Let's enjoy this for what it is. Besides, I doubt anyone will attack me with you here haha.” Roberto simply looked at Isabella before continuing to analyze the local environment. He had been entrusted with Isabella’s safety & well-being for this trip. Should it come down to it, he would be prepared to lay down his life for the Imperial Princess. As they told him in his briefing, he is nothing more than a leaf in a vast forest. One that can be replaced at the drop of a hat. She is not. She is one of the crucial mechanisms keeping the clock running. Roberto would have far worst things to fear should he fail to protect Isabella.

Thus why he took his job quite seriously. Regardless of Isabella's protests. Once he had looked around the room, he quickly turned his head to face her. Finally breaking the heavy silence between them, “I must always ensure you are safe. You know this. Now, please hand me your receipt. I’ll get your order for you.” Roberto also spoke in his native Aztlani dialect. Isabella shrugged & handed Roberto her receipt with her order on it. Roberto had ordered nothing for himself. He would find a meal later, if the both of them were eating then they could be caught off guard. Roberto was not going to risk that.

Once he heard her order number, he got up & quickly proceeded to the counter. Doing his best to keep an eye on her. As he looked for her order, his mind flashed back to how he ended up here to begin with. A week ago he was simply an average, mundane guard within Aztlán. Assigned to patrol whatever it was the Military needed him to do. But he had been, by some stroke of luck, selected for such an important mission. His superiors had credited it to not only his background which would enable him to blend in a bit more easily, but they also considered his perfect record including family ties, etc. which made him the ideal candidate for this assignment. After all, one of the biggest issues when screening him was any potential for the Cartels or foreign entities to influence any guards close to the Imperial Family. Once he had been screened & approved. They had told him he would deploy once his target of interest was to leave. They had not revealed who he was guarding until he went on the plane with Isabella.

In truth, Roberto had hoped to be assigned the Crown Prince or the youngest one named Walter. Instead, he had gotten the Princess who was not regarded very well even by those in the Military. Nonetheless, he would carry out his duty faithfully. She was still a daughter of the Crown, regardless of how she was perceived. As he finished his thought he snapped back into reality as he grabbed her food. He proceeded to walk back to her, once more looking around. Once he placed it down, he began to conversate with her. If he was going to be stuck as her bodyguard, at the very least he could get to know her better. He asked her about her hobbies, interests, etc. & she responded gleefully. To a stranger, it would almost seem like they were on a date. But Roberto took any such notions out of his head. That had also been made strictly clear to him. Should he be found to have any form of a romantic relationship with the Princess. He would be fired, castrated & possibly tortured as punishment for degrading the virtue of the Imperial Princess as they described it to him. He shuttered at such a thought.

Regardless, he continued to conversate with her. The mood shifting from one of bleak silence to one of lively conversation. Eventually, Isabella finished & threw her food away then proceeded to pay for it before leaving alongside Roberto. Isabella smiled as she looked at the snow-covered environment before her. It looked beautiful. She was liking her time in Michu already or as she had learned the locals address it as, Quanguo. She chose there next location excitedly. A local fashion shop where she would look forward to trying on the traditional dresses of the Michise people. Then they would visit several other shops for little knick knacks & souvenirs. Isabella would visit a club at some point to see how the entertainment scene looked in Michu before finishing it with a visit to what she would describe as a Park.

Ultimately, Isabella would then move to the Capital once she was done touring around Peikang. The Capital was where she was to meet with the Highest People in Michu or Quanguo. She had heard of vicious tales emerging from the Capital of Death, Betrayal & Horror. But Isabella was sure these tales were nothing more than the talk of local spooks. Although Isabella did not look forward to going there. It gave her a distinct feeling of Aztlán’s Imperial feel. Which she did not wish to experience here. If only Isabella could live her life freely without interference from her Family. But it is what it is & she had to oblige with all the ridiculous demands put up to her by the Imperial Family. Isabella frowned for a bit when her mind drifted to her younger brother Walter. He likely had it worse but at least he escaped to Kanadorika unlike her.

She looked at her bodyguard. Another relic from her Family. Although she couldn’t be too harsh. Towards the end of her experience in the food shop. She had warmed up to the man & saw him in a more positive light. Maybe he wasn’t like the guards before who often chose not to communicate with her or simply ignored her. Maybe he was an actual human being who would treat her as such. Isabella thought, “Hmmm, maybe I won’t choose to annoy him as much as I can. But I'll see, he is still bound to the Family back home.”

As she finished her thought, she witnessed the fashion shop coming into view. She gleefully jumped up & pointed at it for Roberto who simply nodded. She was excited to take all sorts of pictures with the traditional clothing of Michu. It could do wonders for her exotic photo group. Not to mention all the new followers she could get. Besides she was given money for a reason right? May as well spend it properly!

Monotony of a Servant's Life (April 20th)

Changying Ju

The weeks following my recovery was far less strenuous, ignoring my still poignant pain rushing through me. It was difficult to walk, so maid Hua happily tended to me while we prepared to investigate the case. Duanxia sat at his desk, analysing papers detailing the cases we were assigned to analyse and solve, his masculine, yet younger appearance was a powerful image, he could be a popular modern celebrity, but he adamantly sticks to the archaic Imperial lifestyle. I was able to access my phone for the first time since I entered Shaozi Palace while in my bed, and was able to find out that Duanxia had a Sqeaker, where he regularly posts dry updates about Michu’s various provinces and cultures, as well as more mundane inspirational quotes from scholars favourable to the Empire throughout history. Maid Hua entered the room, her klutziness still obvious, she entered the room carrying tea for both myself and Duanxia. As she gave it to me, she looked at me, and noticed the phone in my hands. She swiftly took it out of my hand, and before I could meaningfully protest, she put a finger to my face and whispered firmly

“Maid Changying! These devices are not permitted in Shaozi Palace, it is a death sentence to be seen with one!”
She seemed panicked, and quickly hid my phone back in a draw.

“Why aren’t mobile phones allowed here?”

“The Imperial Court embodies tradition and the purity of the soul, the Palace itself has dignity, and it will not be violated by pictures or phones! Put it away before his highness sees it!”
Her panicked look would not cease, and she was genuinely trying to help me, it seemed, so I simply deescalated and put the phone away. The Palace itself could not be photographed, that I knew, but I was not aware that the Imperial system was so fragile that it could be ‘violated’ by mere pictures.

“Thank you, maid Hua, it will not happen again.”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Maid Changying. I apologise for my overreaction, but it is for your own safety.”
Her cute, regretful look was adorable, capable of swaying any heart on this planet. I couldn’t help but continue to gape at her astounding beauty, though she would still flush red if I continued doing so after she noticed. She turned around, and gave tea to Prince Duanxia, who accepted with a smile.

“I thank you kindly, Hua.”

“It is always my pleasure, Your Highness.”
She bowed to Duanxia twice in submission, like a good obedient maid would typically do. Her enthusiasm for servitude contrasted heavily with Mei, who would have rather stepped on a nail than kowtow once.

“You have no need to be so overly formal, Hua. I feel much more at ease talking normally to you when you aren’t bowing and worshipping me.”
Hua went to bow, but stopped herself in obedience to Duanxia’s instructions, though she failed to speak naturally.

“As you wish, Duanxia. Your serv-”
Duanxia glared at Hua as she made another mistake, resulting in Hua smiling and correcting herself. I wondered just how Duanxia became so informal around his servants.

“I’m sorry, Duanxia. Thank you kindly.”
Duanxia gave a silent nod of approval, and Hua continued
“When are we going to begin with our investigation? I am sure the Imperial Internal Household Department will not appreciate idleness.”

“The Imperial Internal Household Department is ultimately meaningless. We do this task for Heavenly Sister, and she will overrule any concerns or punishments that the Imperial Internal Household Department levies against us. We start tonight, with an interrogation of the Sixth Prince.”
With his instructions, my spirits rose slightly, I knew Mei was serving the Sixth Prince, letting me see her again and make sure she isn’t getting into too much trouble. I looked over to Hua, who looked down at the floor, emitting disgust and silent distaste. She seemed embarrassed and ashamed.

“Prince, must I truly see that repulsive freakish creature?”
Her bluntness was truly unlike any other in this Palace, and I thoroughly expected a slap at least from any other Prince, but Duanxia merely grimaced, looking at her carefully. He choose his words carefully, like a man trying to appease his wife.

“I… do not feel comfortable leaving you alone in this palace. Especially with a murderer around.”

“This palace is full of murderers. There are not many as decrepit, vile or perverted as the man in the Eclipsing Sun Palace.”
The rage in her voice continued to build, to an extent where it seemed as though these two had more close relations than just a maid and master.

“You should not speak ill of my brother, Hua.”
Duanxia’s pitiful defence of his brother was not convincing anyone, and I continued listening to their argument.

“He did, and does, far worse than you! Yet you have the stigma of the court! It is not justice!”

“I will hear no more. You will stay in this Palace and in your chambers to keep you safe, I will not have you exposed to dangerous plots. Ensure that this Palace is locked.”
The tension did not dissipate from the room, I sensed an underlying issue between these two, that made them far less likely to engage in conventional disciplinary methods. Hua merely bowed and accepted his edict, as a normal maid would do, and Duanxia turned towards me.

“My apologies for that, the Sixth Prince causes great controversy with his immoral and indecent social behaviour. Not many would dare serve him voluntarily, so I understand Hua’s resistance to seeing the man.”

“This servant understands, Ninth Prince.”
My first sentence was acceptance, though I made a mental note of this interaction.

“My order of informality extends to you too, Changying. Call me Duanxia in private.”

“Yes, Duanxia. As you wish. Could I trouble you with a request while we see Sixth Prince?”

“You may, what is it?”
He granted, without looking away from his imperial edict. His informality was refreshing, and a mark of individuality in a sea of conformists.

“My old friend, Mei Chenhua has been sent to serve the Sixth Prince, I would like to see her while we speak to him.”

“That shouldn’t be too much of a problem, as long as he cooperates. Remember to call me Ninth Prince when we are outside.”
Again, his response was fast and clear, not moving at all, though this time, he looked at me and smiled. Happy to oblige my request.

“Thank you, Ninth Prince. I will accompany you on your quest faithfully.”
I took a look at Hua, who glanced up at me, only now did she remove her gaze from the floor. She looked flustered, red with anger, over the conversation that she just had.
After we did some minor planning, myself and Duanxia set off for Eclipsing Sun Palace, where Sixth Prince resided. His Princely robe, in a somewhat dull dark red, could not compare with the extravagance of Seventh Princess, it had less decorations, none of the golden hairpieces or elaborate additions to the body of their clothes. There was a certain modest charm with the way he carried himself. He faithfully obeyed the Dynasty’s ancient queue rule, his long, dark princely hair reached to his back in the standard braided fashion. I followed him only two paces behind with my face directed towards the floor, though through the corners of my eyes I could see the vast contrast of the environment in this section of the Palace. No intoxicating incense, or gold laced walls, some of the stones on the floor even looked like the road sides back home, ancient, though polished. I enjoyed the refreshing atmosphere, it’s aroma was not that of a metropolis, full of cars and gas, instead, it was like a rural village slapped in the middle of the largest city in Hezrana. I was disturbed from my daydreaming by Duanxia, who turned back to me.

“Maid Changying. This interrogation will be quite distasteful for a maiden. Brother has delinquent tendencies, and is despised by the court. Hence, he enjoys a very desolate position in the Palace.”

“What kind of delinquent tendencies, Ninth Prince?”

“He is a sadist due to neglect as a child. A sexual deviant, due to abuse by malevolent wet nurses. He is the stereotype of a hedonist Prince, engaging in all sorts of activities.”

“Pardon my intrusiveness, but may this servant enquire as to what activities?”
Ninth Prince let out a sigh, before answering my question carefully. He slowly, painfully began explaining, he chose his words precisely and directly to get past the shock.

“He would have maids flogged for his own amusement, eunuch’s organs crushed in front of them. His wives would bleed profusely for weeks after attempting to produce a child in vain.”
The disgust with which he explained only reinforced the terror that had started to bubble inside my head. I remembered vaguely the opaque stench that flooded through him as he stepped over my crumbled body, that I could only interpret as a man who barely washed, and found pleasure in humiliation. The pain his servants must routinely go through, and the disgusting tasks his maids would need to do just to avoid punishment.

“This servant is thankful to serve the benevolent Seventh Princess, and the Ninth Prince.”

“You are learning deference quickly, Changying. Though it will not be enough to protect you from the Sixth Prince’s wrath. He has the support of the officials and the ministers, as well as the Parliamentarians.”

“Why would the public officials endorse such a corrupt man?”

“Because he is corrupt, knows nothing, nor cares for governance. He will turn the court into a land of decadence and neglect, while he engages in his fantasies, the nation will be ruled by his competent officials.”
The way he spoke, it was as if he spat out the words in disgust and hatred, while somehow not breaking his persona of a calm, apolitical and well mannered Prince. Perhaps that was why the Empress loved him so much.

“Decadence…”
I repeated as if in a trance, soaking up his words like some schoolgirl getting the opportunity to speak with a boy idol. The Ninth Prince nodded, and continued.

“There is a lot of overlap in the factions supporting the Second and Sixth Princes. Both generally have the support of ambitious officials and democratic leaders, while the Second Prince has positive intentions, he is unambitious, unassertive, and an ineffective administrator. He can be influenced in any direction by advisors. This makes him unsuitable for all but the corrupt.”

“But isn’t he a favourite of Her Majesty?”

“Second Prince is reliable, and not too desiring of power. Thus, the Empress talks to him fairly frequently and allows him to stay in the Sanctuary of Civilisation, despite his limited role in government.”
I continued to nod and take in what Ninth Prince had to say, before we were approached by a man in a red minister robe, that chief eunuch I met at my examination, clearly. He beamed with a smile as he approached Ninth Prince. He gave a deep bow, though despite his deference, eunuch Xioju Guan most likely had more power in the Palace’s bureaucracy.

“Ah ah Ninth Prince! I greet you formally my lord. Hehe…”
With Xioju’s bow and his manners, it was obvious that he had been in this Palace for the majority of his life. He was aged, probably in his sixties, and his almost giggly greeting was distinctly eerie.

“Eunuch Guan. It is a pleasure. Do you have a report on Second Prince’s meeting with Guo Huizhong?”
Guan nodded, and began rechanting in a dry, irritated voice.

“Ahaha! The Second Prince met with Guo a few weeks ago to discuss the state of the New Michu Army, as well as the Standard Army. My son, Deng Xiejie listened in on their meeting, and they discussed the state of the Empire in hostile terms. Interestingly, Guo ordered that the chief suspect in Lady Gala’s murder, Anhui Ai, be pardoned due to lack of evidence, hehe.”
When I heard Anhui’s name, my heart shattered in terror. As the true perpetrator of Gala’s death, I felt faint. I looked around, any way to disrupt this conversation, but my mind was so clouded I was unable. How would I deal with Anhui? Especially if she is alive and still working in the palace. Ninth Prince rose his hand to his chin in consideration, and my eyes widened in fear.

“Hm. Could this conspiracy go deeper? We both obviously know that ‘lack of evidence’ is nonsense. We need to find out the extent of the Red Hooks’ involvement in Court affairs… What happened to the Anhui girl afterwards?”

“Hehe… You are as astute as ever, Ninth Prince. After her pardon, Anhui was sent to serve the Second Prince, and she has been doing so since then. She then met Guo Huizhong secretly in the Palace of the Red Spirit, but we were unable to discern what was said, as the Fifth Princess pulled little Deng Xiejie aside to help her with finding her maid’s jewelry.”

“Deng’s performance is satisfactory. We now have a lead. If it turns out that Gala and Yuming’s deaths were connected, it may be related to the Red Hooks, but if that were true, why would they target a maid and a secondary consort? So lowly ranked targets…”
I was impressed by Ninth Prince’s deduction skills, but he was well off. In truth, I know that Gala’s death was unrelated to Yuming’s, but if we could put the two together, it would cover my own actions greatly.

“Hehe… It is truly a distressing time…”

“Have Deng investigate Anhui next week when I take Second Prince to visit President Yintang Jin in Jingfen. This will allow him time to interrogate her without Second Prince’s knowledge. We will give him a false identity to protect him from any repercussions.”

“Wonderful idea, Ninth Prince. It will be done.”

“Excellent work.”
He ended the conversation swiftly, glancing back at me.

“Oh hehe… one last thing… You still carry the golden rose?”
This remark left me perplexed, but Ninth Prince merely nodded.

“I do.”

“Thank you. Ensure that it is well maintained and positioned at night.”
Ninth Prince, nodded, causing Guan to nod several times in return while smiling. Guan then took his leave, walking in the opposite direction. His ornate robe and manner of walking reminded me of a doll, though he was quite real, and fairly unnerving. I had calmed down by this point, able to make a plan. I would take out that oaf Anhui to secure my position and get closer to identifying the real killer of Yuming, then I will continue my plan to advance. We would continue on our quest to the Sixth Prince’s Palace to interrogate him over his wife’s death, so I must choose my words extremely carefully, and try to steer the conversation in a way that either frames Anhui, or casts doubt on the Sixth Prince himself.