Emperor Xian of Han, so hungry that his vision was swimming, felt a tremor from the carriage he was leaning against. He struggled to open his eyes and looked toward the other side of the carriage.
Then his eyes instantly widened despite himself.
"A wild boar?!"
Emperor Xian of Han hurriedly scrambled up from the ground and ran over to the boar, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
It really was a dead wild boar!
But... how had a dead wild boar suddenly appeared here?
Emperor Xian of Han glanced at the carriage, then at the boar. A bold guess rose in his mind, and he exclaimed excitedly, "In ancient times, a man waited by a stump for a rabbit; today, I have waited by a carriage for a boar!"
"This boar must have crashed into the carriage and died!"
"Heaven has not cut off my path!"
"The former emperors of our Great Han have manifested their spirits!"
Emperor Xian of Han was so excited that he almost wanted to dance for joy.
At last, he had something to eat!
Rolling up his sleeves, Emperor Xian of Han moved to start gnawing on the boar... wait, gnawing?
Emperor Xian of Han froze.
Looking at the pitch-black, hairy boar before him, which reeked of a rank, gamey odor, he suddenly realized a problem.
He had food now, but how was he supposed to prepare it?
Court etiquette had never taught him this!
And he did not even have a knife!
At that thought, sorrow welled up within Emperor Xian of Han. The strength seemed to drain from his body again, and he leaned against the carriage, weeping. "What am I to do? What am I to do! Former emperors, please manifest your spirits again..."
In the distant woods, Xu Chu's face darkened.