'Heavenly Stems, Earthly Branches, the Eight Trigrams... It all sounds so professional.'
Feng Kucha was a little taken aback.
'Could it be that Zhao Ci actually knows about this stuff?'
'I've never heard anything about this before!'
But then he saw Xue Zhili's mortified expression and the way Liu Yang was struggling to hold back a laugh beside him.
He got it.
'The guy is just spouting absolute nonsense.'
Zhao Ci caught sight of Feng Kucha's dark expression and instantly knew what was up. He waved him over with a grumble. "What took you so long in the latrine? Couldn't push it out? You've got that constipated look on your face. Get over here, Father Ci will teach you a thing or two about yin, yang, and the Eight Trigrams!"
As he spoke, he shot Liu Yang a smirk.
Feng Kucha was baffled, but he knew his place and scurried over.
Zhao Ci rolled up his sleeves, ready to continue his grand lecture.
"Your Highness! Your Highness!"
