The Minister of the Court of Sacrificial Worship had his back to the window, so all they could see was his pale, bare backside, his practiced gyrations, and the rapidly spinning wheel.
Still, none of Gossip were three-year-olds. They all understood exactly what he was doing.
Holy crap, unless my eyes deceive me, that wheel is spinning at sixty revolutions per minute-
Fuck-he has superpowers!!!
Great Xia really is a land of crouching tigers and hidden dragons!!
A hundred and one pointsh!!! I give you a hundred and one pointsh! One extra point won't make you cocky!!
The assembled Gossip: "..."
The Minister of Works: What's a hundred pointsh?
The Minister of War: If I'm not mistaken, she means a hundred points. Our Little Treasure of House Raids has quite an accent.
The Minister of Personnel: But our Little Treasure of House Raids doesn't ushually have an accent!
The Minister of Revenue: I'd give him ten thousand pointsh!
The Minister of Rites: Old Hou, how did you get dragged off course too?!
Emperor Deyuan: "..."
Inside the Buddhist shrine, candlelight flickered. A red cloth covered the entire statue of Guanyin. Only the ash remaining in the incense burner on the altar indicated that this was a Buddhist shrine, not a people's talent stage where anyone with a dream could perform.
As the minister gyrated his waist faster and faster, the wheel spun ever more quickly, until its shadow on the floor looked almost solid.
The Gossip outside the window felt their hearts twist into knots. The same thought sprang into everyone's mind: With it spinning that fast, could the wheel fly off?
What if it flies off and hits the Empress Dowager?!
Even if it misses her, hitting the Guanyin statue behind her wouldn't be good either!
Emperor Deyuan's face