That way, Meng Fuyao was able to answer to the innocent folk of the nation. At least, she'd found them a very competent manager.
Duan Ming Era, on the 21st night of the fifth month. The lanterns bobbed dimly in the Yongchang Palace as Meng Fuyao walked in circles slowly around the room. After a while, she looked up at Ji Yu and smiled. "Mn, this puppet does look very much like me, remember to look after 'me'."
Ji Yu nodded silently, then said, "Do you really have to do it?"
"Of course." Meng Fuyao packed her bag and added, "Can you tell your Master that you're already my subordinate now? If he dares to cross the line one more time, I'll fire you."
Ji Yu retreated silently.
It was deep into the night, and the sky was pitch black without a single star. After a while, a shadow crept out from Yongchang Palace.
