Head priest Tang, or now, general Tang, was having a rather speechless moment.
Where was all the fanfare, the cheering, the praise? It felt like he had been handed a lollipop and handed off, and even though the lollipop was the flavor he wanted, and the type he liked, he couldn't enjoy it because it felt cheap.
It was not a very glorious moment for head priest Tang who was looking for this as if it would be the single most amazing thing in his life.
The emperor yawned, and the fat, nose-less pig next to him squealed.
Chef Zhao, or prime minister Zhao, was that pig. He had squealed with joy like a little girl as soon as he heard the position granted to him. It was beyond his expectations that he would get the position without even asking.
