Dismiss all of them and meditate

You are the future ruler of the greatest empire known to man. You will not fall to your carnal desires of the flesh. Although you will inevitably indulge in sex, everything needs balance and accosting your servants and breeding them whimsically is too decadent.

With a wave of your hand, you thank them and dismiss all of them. You hear some disappointed sighs, mainly from one of them, but they all leave respectfully. Adopting a lotus position on your pillow, you begin to meditate.

Times are getting more dire. With the growing age and ailment of the emperor, your father, there is bound to be instability. However, with chaos comes opportunity. You envision numerous possibilities of action. You could unite the Celestial people against a common enemy, thereby eliminating any dissent in favor of cooperation for more land and booty. Or you could devote yourself to internal affairs, strengthening and helping infrastructure and development, allowing yourself to be a loved monarch rather than hated.

Suddenly, your inner peace is shattered as you hear a commotion sounding outside. You hear multiple gurgles and then solid thunks.