I am Master Maoshan

After riding the Longtie for a stroll, it was already completely dark. The stars dotted the night sky, and the scales of the Longtie sparkled in the moonlight, looking quite realistic.

This was the first day that Liu Jun officially became the Platinum God King, and the entire God King City was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

That dinner party could be said to be quite grand. Not only was the Palace of the God King decorated with lights and lively, but the City of the God King was also shrouded in a joyous atmosphere.

The streets were already filled with colorful lanterns, and people were dressed in festive attire, with happy smiles on their faces, celebrating this historic moment together. Moreover, all expenses for the celebrations were generously covered by the Platinum God Palace, showing the generosity and benevolence of Liu Jun, the new Platinum God King.

The banquet at the Palace of the Gods was extremely sumptuous, with a wide variety of delicacies and delicious food. The table was filled with crystal clear jade plates, which contained delicacies from all over the world, including juicy roast meat, delicate pastries, and soups carefully brewed with various precious medicinal materials. Every dish was mouth-watering.

Also attending the dinner were distinguished guests from various powers, some high-ranking officials from the Skyfire Divine Realm, high-ranking Green Demons from the Green Demon Divine Realm, and many loyal ministers from the Platinum Divine Realm, headed by Prime Minister Jin Xuan. They were dressed in gorgeous gowns, behaved elegantly, talked and laughed, and shared this joyful moment together.

At the banquet, the music was melodious and the dancing was graceful. The Divine King Liu Jun sat on the high throne, smiling and looking at the whole audience with a gentle gaze.

Although Liu Jun was not used to such a grand occasion, and did not like the feeling of being the center of attention, he had no choice but to sit in this position. As the new God King, how could he indulge himself too much? He sighed inwardly, but he could only bite the bullet and deal with it all.

"Don't keep staring at me. I really won't run away." Liu Jun said helplessly to the two guards, one fat and one thin, beside him. There was a bit of aggrievedness in his eyes.

These two guards were specially hired by military advisor Chu Liuying to keep an eye on him, and they were euphemistically called the "God King's Special Guards." But in Liu Jun's eyes, they were nothing more than two generals who monitored his every move at all times.

Liu Jun knew that the reason why people were staring at him was because he had risked his life to catch a dragon. Although he won the thrilling chase and battle, it also shocked the people around him.

Especially the military advisor Chu Liuying. Chu Liuying knew Liu Jun's character very well and was worried that if he continued to play like this, something would really happen. At that time, he would probably be the first to be punished, and at that time, the nine clans might suffer with him.

The two guards seemed completely unmoved by Liu Jun's words. They just glanced at him indifferently, their eyes full of suspicion and vigilance.

Their meaning is very clear: Don’t you know whether you are going to run away or not?
Liu Jun shook his head helplessly, smiling bitterly in his heart. He knew that no matter what he said, the two guards would not relax their surveillance on him.

Fortunately, although this grand banquet for universal celebration will last for three days, Liu Jun does not need to show up all the time. He only needs to show up on the first night.

After persisting for half a night, Liu Jun decisively slipped away and returned to his own bedroom.

The God King's palace was incredibly large, and the front hall alone was comparable to the entire palace of an emperor on earth. Twelve golden pillars with dragon carvings supported the dome, and each pillar was inlaid with rare treasures - night-shining pearls from the East Sea, fire crystals from the volcanoes of the West Sea, and cold jade from the North Sea, which glowed like a dream under the soft spiritual light. The ground was covered with a whole piece of snow-covered fox skin, which was as soft as falling into the clouds when stepped on.

Passing through the triple gilded archway, the inner hall is extremely luxurious. A dragon couch carved from 10,000-year-old red sandalwood occupies the center, and the couch is covered with a quilt woven from nine layers of silkworm silk, each thread of which is faintly golden. The four corners are hung with shark silk gauze curtains, as thin as a cicada's wing but impervious to water and fire. When the breeze blows, ripples appear, as if the entire sea of ​​stars is contained in the curtains.

"Welcome the God King back to the palace."

Twelve maids in gauze had already knelt on both sides of the jade steps. They were all carefully selected beauties of the highest quality, some as cold as ice and snow, some as gentle as warm jade. The maid in the lead had her long hair tied up high, and a phoenix hairpin in her hair hung down with a fine crystal chain, which made a clear sound as she kowtowed.

"Get up," Liu Jun said hurriedly.

Although he was already in a high position of power and at the pinnacle of power in the divine world, he still found it difficult to accept these etiquettes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The maids stood up one after another and started doing their own things as if they had been trained long ago.

Some of them held gilded bronze basins or jade tea sets in their hands, and two of them were kneeling beside the dragon couch, their slender fingers gently smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on the brocade quilt.

The maid in the lead was obviously special. She was wearing a lavender gauze skirt, while the other maids were mainly dressed in white and pink.

"Let me change your clothes." At this time, four maids came forward and tried to take off Liu Jun's clothes gently.

Liu Jun subconsciously took a few steps back, his back against the pillar. Although he had been the Heavenly Fire God King for a period of time, he was either reviewing memorials or training soldiers in the military camp. He had never seen such a scene. The only similar scene in his memory was the palace fighting drama he had watched on Earth - but that was after all across the screen!
Seeing Liu Jun's resistance, the maids were obviously at a loss and turned to look at the leading maid.

"Your Majesty, don't you want to change your clothes now?" asked the leading maid.

"That's not the case, but I'm not used to this. You guys go down first." Liu Jun looked at the twelve maids who were busy in front of him. His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and there was obvious embarrassment in his voice.

"Your Majesty, please don't chase us away." The leading maid suddenly stepped forward, her lavender skirt swaying slightly with the movement. She bit her lower lip and raised her head as if she had made up her mind: "We are specially trained by the Internal Affairs Palace to serve you. If we are sent back..." Before she finished speaking, a little maid standing in the back row suddenly let out an almost inaudible sob. Liu Jun then noticed that the fingers of these seemingly submissive girls hidden under their wide sleeves were trembling slightly. In the candlelight, the flower ornaments on their foreheads flickered with tiny lights, which made their faces look even paler.

"Will it be a miserable end?" Liu Jun's brows twisted into knots. The scenes from the TV series flashed through his mind: the palace maids being beaten to death, the maids being exiled to the laundry department, and the crazy old maids in the cold palace. But he thought it was ridiculous. He, the God King, had not yet adapted to this identity, but he had to consider these things first.

"Your Majesty," the purple-robed maid said in a tense voice, "According to palace rules, if a maidservant is sent back, she will be demoted to a low-ranking slave in the slave warehouse at the very least, or at the worst..." She suddenly fell silent, her eyes swept over the youngest maid behind her. The child looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and at this moment she was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Liu Jun followed her line of sight, and his heart suddenly softened. He rubbed his temples, remembering what Chu Liuying had said to him that night, 'Your Majesty, you are already the Skyfire God King and the Platinum God King, you must learn to adapt, and your casual actions may implicate the lives of countless people.'

"How about this?" Liu Jun walked to the dragon couch and suddenly tapped the gilded bedpost, shocking the maids to kneel on the ground. "You leave two people on duty, and the others..." Looking at the people who turned pale in an instant, he hurriedly added: "The others will rest outside! That... I will summon them when needed!"

The purple maid looked up suddenly, with a gleam of disbelief in her eyes. She was about to kowtow to express her gratitude, but she heard the young emperor mutter again: "This dragon bed makes my waist hurt. I have to change it to a harder mattress tomorrow."

"Your Majesty, you can ask the Internal Affairs Palace to change your mattress now. Their people are waiting outside the door," the purple-clothed maid reminded softly.

"Then there's no need to be so anxious." Liu Jun thought for a moment, "Well, where can I take a shower?"

He had been busy all day and just wanted to take a shower, sleep, and rest his brain to think about how the two divine realms could develop together in the future.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take a bath?" asked the purple-robed maid.

"It's almost the same idea," Liu Jun said after thinking about it.

"Prepare for the bath." The purple maid waved her hand, and then performed standard court etiquette to Liu Jun, "Your Majesty, please go to the bath."

Eight maids walked to the front to lead the way, and soon they led Liu Jun to the hot spring pool in the back hall. This pool was drawn from the spiritual veins of the earth, and the milky white spring water was filled with lavender spiritual energy all year round. Various spiritual flowers floated on the water, including the seven-heart lotus that soothes the mind and the jade bone orchid that nourishes the skin, looming in the mist.

Two maids in light pink gauze knelt beside the white jade pool, holding golden bath beans in their slender jade fingers, and the mist made their faces hazy. Liu Jun stood by the pool, feeling the gentle movements of the maids, and couldn't help but stiffen all over.

"Your Majesty, please raise your hands." The maid on the left said softly, her fingertips already on his belt.

Liu Jun suppressed his embarrassment and silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra several times in his heart, so that he did not run away on the spot. He noticed that the maids' drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, as if they were confused by his reaction.

"Let me do it." The maid in purple came forward. She was older than the other maids and her movements were more skillful. She gently unbuttoned Liu Jun's outer robe, and her fingertips accidentally touched his wrist, bringing a hint of coolness.

"Your Majesty, don't feel awkward," the purple maid's voice was as gentle as her movements, "You are of noble status, and we are born to serve you."

Liu Jun frowned upon hearing this and glanced at the maids who were standing with their heads bowed in the hall. They all maintained perfect manners, but looked like lifeless porcelain dolls.

"No one is born to serve anyone," he said solemnly, "No one is born to be a servant."

The purple maid paused, but said nothing. The palace was silent for a moment, with only the sound of the water rippling gently. Liu Jun noticed a strange light flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Your Majesty, please be merciful." The purple-robed maid finally said only this and continued with her work. Her movements were still gentle, but with an indescribable degree of caution.

Liu Jun looked outside the palace, the moonlight poured in through the screen window, dyeing the maids' gauze clothes a light silver. He suddenly realized that these seemingly docile maids might each have an unknown story.

When the last piece of clothing on Liu Jun was gently taken off, the air in the entire hot spring hall seemed to freeze.

The purple-robed maid's hands trembled slightly. She held her breath, and her eyes uncontrollably stayed on the body of the man in front of her.

Not only the purple-robed maid, but all the maids in the palace focused their attention on Liu Jun as if they were attracted by a magnet.

(End of this chapter)