Pan Yun and the Ministry of Works moved with astonishing speed. After leaving Kunning Palace, she took out a ruler and began drafting plans.
Pan Little Black did not even need to painstakingly dig through the records in the spirit realm. Based on the existing blueprints, she could design wind-powered and water-powered looms herself. Naturally, she also modified more labor-saving looms.
Pan Yun worked overtime for two shichen and finished three blueprints in the dead of night. Humming to herself, she said, "Poor Daoist is, after all, a graduate student whose learning could fill five cartloads of books. It's not as if I can't draw up a few mechanical modifications."
Pan Little Black lay curled up beside the brazier, asleep. Hearing this, it rolled over, one cat paw resting beside its ear, pretending not to have heard.
A cold wind swept past. Pan Yun set down her blueprints, glanced outside, and decisively went out.
She looked up at the twinkling stars, her gaze gradually shifting southwest. After a long while, she clicked her tongue.
The stars in the southwestern sky flickered unsteadily, and the celestial signs had changed slightly.
Spring Official, who was huddled with his neck tucked in while on duty at the Star Gazing Platform, stared blankly for a long time before finally reacting.
He wailed inwardly.
He had only gone on duty three days ago—only three days ago!
Why?!
Spring Official silently picked up his record book and began writing. The next day, dark circles beneath his eyes, he went to glare at Winter Official.
Winter Official looked utterly baffled. "Why are you glaring at me?"
Spring Official said, "Last year, the celestial signs were strange all year long. In summer, the celestial signs changed! In autumn, the celestial signs changed drastically! In winter, nothing happened. Last