The courtyard quieted down, but Bai Long didn't leave.
Treasure Monkey asked in a low voice, "Sir, just letting them go like this, how will we justify it to the court?"
Bai Long was indifferent, "As long as we can explain it to Lord Prime Minister, there's no need to explain to others. Strange, why is Xuan Snake so slow?"
He extended his hand, "Give it to me."
Treasure Monkey obediently handed over the bamboo sticks and tattered bamboo paper. Bai Long casually said, "Bamboo paper can't make a kite; it'll fall apart with the wind. Use silk cloth instead."
"Oh," Treasure Monkey climbed over the wall to the next door and returned with a stack of colorful silk cloth used for wiping the coffins in Ning's Imperial Tomb.
The bamboo sticks came alive in Bai Long's hands, and in just ten breaths, he had woven them into the outline of a baby monkey. Bai Long picked a red thread from the sewing box and threaded it through the needle.
