Palyou feels offended by the lack of respect the bureaucrat seems to have for death. Master Fang, master Lao. Same difference! The guy is so uptight if it got any worse he should be disassembled and made into body armor! He threw his soothing jeer across and bowed again. "Oh, dear me! I must beg forgiveness, my longer stints abroad must have stained my memory." The man needed some of the special candy he brought for the commander-in-chief. But the present is for the emperor, not for this dusty relic with the fiery eyes. What<em>is</em>he doing?<br/><br/>And why is<em>he</em>dragged along? Palyou's alarm bells are ringing as the odd couple make their way out of the room. Fang's dislike of some of the emperor's preferences is known to him, but he hadn't pegged the guy as having an aspiration to rule the world. Interesting... As the fresh air rushes towards his face he is able to make out the party. Armed men! This is even better than the epic poem he's preparing! And the schemer falls to his knees? My my. His mind wanders back to the drama classes he himself took when he was younger.<br/><br/>Palyou knew of Shun Hideyoshi, of course. And of his 'lovely' first born. He had passed through the Sunset Islands on several of his journeys. Oh nononono! Surely they will not! He had wanted to suggest his flat-chested sister for the emperor. This girl will never do! There isn't a corset in the empire that can hide those! What was master Lao thinking? The girl doesn't like his outfit? Hey lady, what else is new? He bites his tongue to prevent the outbreak of hostility before its time.<br/><br/>So the emperor is engaged to be married to Shun Midori of the Sunset Islands. This<em>is</em>going to be an interesting evening. He will need to rewrite his epic poem. From scratch! He watches the drama unfold with solemn dignity.<br/><br/><br/><br/>