"Those Northern Kingdom people from the Barbarian Lands actually pissed in front of everyone. Pah!"
"That isn't underhanded, that's downright shameless!"
"He actually used his piss to slow the spinning wheel!"
Emperor Deyuan's face turned green.
Fuck, every last one of you thinks my Imperial Palace is a latrine?!
Even my ministers piss discreetly in the Golden Hall. You're a foreign envoy, and you sprayed it everywhere, nearly splashing my face.
Is that remotely acceptable?! Huh?
I'm the emperor!
Emperor Deyuan suffered in silence.
A foreign envoy couldn't be punished lightly.
He could only count on his little darling to help slap their faces!
Once the wheel slowed, Warrior Lan shouted in Mongolian, "General Yuwen, don't stop pissing-"
Yuwen Shu had already held it in, but at that call, he simply let loose with a splattering gush until his bladder was empty.
He had already lost every scrap of dignity. A little more hardly mattered.
Warrior Lan immediately fired ten arrows in a rapid whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Warrior Lan did have some skill.
All ten arrows avoided Yuwen Shu and sank into the wooden wheel.
"Ten points!"
The two had tied in the first round!
Jian Ruonan dismounted from Little White Horse, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and walked up to the wheel Yuwen Shu was strapped to.
Liquid was still streaming down the wheel.
Jian Ruonan earnestly admonished him, "No more pissing. If you need to go, finish in the latrine before coming back. Never mind how it affects the competition, this is His Majesty's Hall of Martial Valor, not your Northern Kingdom's backyard!"
Cao Degui laughed. "Rest assured, General. He's emptied himself. Even if he wants to piss next round, he has nothing left."
Not everyone could master An Honghui's unique technique of pissing a little, letting