His Majesty hits his head and upon waking finds that everything around him has become peculiar. His dignified and virtuous empress is still dignified and virtuous, but she’s taller than His Majesty by half a head. His surpassingly gorgeous favorite consort is still surpassingly gorgeous, but her dancing has an unshakeable air of square dance. His utterly loyal commander of the guard is still utterly loyal, but he keeps trying to crawl into His Majesty’s bed for a heart-to-heart. His burningly ambitious younger brother is still burningly ambitious, but his aim is no longer His Majesty’s throne, but a chance to spend some quality time with His Majesty. His Majesty senses ill will from the whole world.