An Honghui was practically numb.
How, how could Scholar-in-Waiting Jian do this?!
"Beep beep beep-" (Five hundred words of shocked reactions omitted.)
I did this so discreetly. How did she find out?!
In his agitation, An Honghui nearly leaked another two drops of urine.
Jian Ruonan lowered her head, found Right Censor-in-Chief An Honghui's name on the roster, and drew a circle after it.
[What kind of newfangled morning court session is this?!]
[Is this how people attend court these days?! And the thing is, he's done it more than once!]
Overcome by poetic inspiration, Jian Ruonan broke into a line of rap.
[Yo, your morning court and mine ain't the same show; I'm discussing state affairs while into your pants you go!]
A single rhyme was still a rhyme!
The officials who could hear her thoughts exchanged looks. Hmph, does he think the Golden Hall is an outhouse? Pissing right here in the Golden Hall-he has no regard for whether his colleagues live or die!
The officials who could not hear her thoughts were rather confused. Wait, weren't we discussing the appointment of a crown prince?
Why has everyone gone quiet?
Appointing a crown prince is a matter of great importance! Which prince did Censor An recommend?
Has Censor An rammed his head into a pillar again?
Censor An was suffering. He was old, he could not hold his bladder, morning court ran long, and he was not allowed to excuse himself. Sometimes, he simply could not hold it...
Although he had emptied his bladder completely, he had not drunk any water before court. There really had not been much...
[Would taking a break to visit the outhouse get your entire family executed? Huh?!]
[This is outrageous. Surely that deserves at least ten points off for Court-Front Etiquette?]
Jian