He rejoiced amidst the carnival and the discolored faces, thinking that if Da Liang could have a few more locust plagues, floods, droughts, or other disasters, it would be wonderful.
That way, His Majesty could exorcise the Presences every year, and he could be enthralled each and every time.
Qi Yutai revealed a satisfied smile, feeling as if his entire body became light and floaty, like a bird flapping its wings, wobbling as it flew towards the clouds. He comfortably closed his eyes, the silver jug slipping from his hand, tapping a puppet, making a very faint sound, quickly drowned out by the talking outside.
"This thing is quite heavy," said the Ceremonial Officer dragging the puppet.
The puppet's white face and golden eyes were fierce, with long horns and a mouth of sharp fangs. The wheels below the wooden boards rolled, and even so, dragging it was not an easy task.
"Why don't you take a look inside?" another person asked.
"I don't want bad luck."
