When we have a moment alone in the suite we stayed in last time, Daji asks, with unnatural calm, "How are you going to juggle being the emperor and and helping out Wan Hu? You are putting yourself in a locked room with no way out. There is only one exit, right?" She looks at Kryptosia for confirmation.
After a quick search of the room for any security weaknesses, Kryptosia answers Daji's question. "That's so. I could not find any other way that the Consortium gained entry to that room--except through Wan Hu's brief nap."
I can't help snickering. At times, Kryptosia can be unintentionally hilarious. It's all in the deadpan delivery.
Daji picks up an osmanthus cake and nibbles on it while we all relax after the imperial pomp and circumstance. If I thought running an inn challenged me, reigning as emperor takes it to a next level. Including all the fawning and butt-kissing. I used to think i'd enjoy that, but now I realize that it makes you lose your sense of reality.
