"Alright, alright, do as you please." Ba Tu said leisurely, "No matter what you all do, I still have my position as the Han King."
"That's only natural."
"That's enough. Old Zhao, contentment brings happiness; this applies to both you and me. Don't try to do everything by yourself; some things just can't be done."
"...How could I not want to be content?" Zhao Changhe sighed softly, "Some things simply must be done."
"If I were you, I'd be living idly on the Holy Mountain for a month, letting each tribe bring their best beauties over."
A slap flew from behind, and with a "slap" sound, it sent Ba Tu staggering.
Ba Tu turned back in anger, "Who the hell... uh, godmother, you're here?"
San Niang put her hands on her hips and scolded, "Which side are you on! Bringing beauties over? Why not cut yourself up and send it over! Get lost!"
