In the Study Room of the Central Harmony Hall, the monarch was reviewing a mountainous pile of petitions.
The monarch was a tyrant, as well as a mad king, but he was not too slack on the path of diligent governance.
Zhang Dequan was not present; he had gone to the National Master Hall. Attending to the monarch in his place was Zhang Dequan's godson, also surnamed Zhang, a quirky and lively boy known to everyone in the palace as Little Zhangzi.
Little Zhangzi mimicked his godfather's usual way of attending to the monarch, fanning when it was time to fan and adding tea when it was time to pour, never speaking out of turn.
But as Little Zhangzi was halfway through fanning, the monarch suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Leave!"
Little Zhangzi shuddered with fear!
What's wrong with His Majesty?
Wasn't his service satisfactory?
The monarch said coldly, "Summon Zhang Dequan!"
"Yes!"
"Wait!"
"Your Majesty."
"Never mind."