Wei had indeed felt the tensing of the hand resting lightly on her knee, the softness of a butterfly on plum blossoms turning to steel at the flash of anger.  Sharp eyes took note of the fading of another blossom as the student took to her bed, politics stoked hearths or wilted flowers, no matter what heaven decreed.  Opening her mouth she began to speak but closed it again with a snap.  One did not interrupt Yao.<br/><br/>She leaned towards Quiyie as the woman began to speak and encountered Li's shoulder, well enough.  Smiling at the table, not in any particular direction, no, she drained her cup and said thoughtfully, "Your flying horses would be a wondrous aid to rising in the eyes of Earth and Heaven alike, Brother Wu.  Riches do not always bring happiness, silk and jewels and jade are no comfort to every heart.  But destiny!  Flying after our destinies, we are all of humble origin with such lofty ambitions.  Tell us brother, was the Great Sage also plagued by such?"