Han Ling leaned slantingly in the wide armchair, letting out a cold laugh: "Alright, you go ahead, that fellow's dear father is buried in the Imperial Mausoleum, you must drag him out for a good flogging. As for that fellow's third brother, he's seated in the highest position in the palace. In my opinion, you all should stack up like a human pyramid to pull him down from his seat."
The little attendants exchanging harsh words all stared at each other, confused as to why their boss's words seemed so strange. The Imperial Mausoleum, the highest position in the palace, could it be...
Several sharp-witted fellows immediately turned pale with fright, their sticks clattering to the ground.
The less astute ones glared at them with disdain, but after hearing the murmurs around them, they too collapsed to the ground with a bang, their legs shaking, nearly wetting themselves.
