"You are the wind~ I am the sand~ Entwined as one~ to the ends of the earth~"
Just as Wu Yue was staring, dumbfounded, at Chang Ye's dramatic, outstretched-hand pose, the classic theme song from *My Fair Princess* actually started playing in her mind.
She pressed a hand to the throbbing vein on her forehead. 'System, what is wrong with you?'
The Blue Fatty's voice, laced with a touch of sycophancy, echoed in her mind. 'Host, I was just setting the scene, wasn't I?'
Wu Yue rolled her eyes dramatically, decisively ignored the unreliable System, and walked toward Chang Ye in the courtyard.
"Is there something you can't just say normally?"
'Why the big ceremony?'
Chang Ye scrambled up from the ground in a flash, his heart pounding violently. "Lord Wuyue, we made that pottery you asked for."
Wu Yue froze for a moment, then she remembered the large vats she and Chang Ye had worked on a few days prior. A wave of delight washed over her.
"Did any of them break?"
