Yin Zhu had anticipated this situation when faced with the threat from the palace steward.
To be fair, Yin Zhu is not good at housework. The only time she cleaned seriously in her life was during junior and senior high school. The rest of the time she just put things down as best she could and was content with what she had.
So when Yin Zhu saw that the palace was spotless in the morning, she had already prepared her escape route.
This brings us to the third rule of the Ōeyama Royal Palace, the latter half of which states: "You should not make any sound before being questioned by your superiors."
The key point is "before being questioned by superiors".
If Yin Zhu is not allowed to speak at all, she may not have the opportunity to use her golden talent to explain the rules. After all, even if she has the right to explain, she still needs to spread her interpretation of the rules. Ghosts are not robots that can be directly changed from the settings, so Yin Zhu needs an opportunity to speak.
Fortunately, the palace stewards needed to inform the ghost servants why they were to carry out the execution, which provided Yin Zhu with a convenient prelude to his spell.
Seeing that the palace steward, having overcome the influence of his writing talent after answering the question, was attacking her again, Yin Zhu put her hands on her hips and started yelling: "You know that the Nagoya Palace needs to clean the roof beams? Then why did you assign a little bean sprout like me, who's less than 1.5 meters tall, to clean them? How am I supposed to reach them? How did you assign this job? Did you just close your eyes and randomly draw lots to slack off, assigning whoever you draw to clean?"
The palace steward paused again.
It really started to think about this problem seriously, genuinely feeling that it hadn't arranged the ghost servants' work well, but something just felt off:
"But you didn't..."
“I have cleaned all the places I can reach very carefully, and the beams that I can’t reach are not on the work sheet at all.” Yin Zhu held up the work sheet seriously. “It does not mention cleaning the beams, so I think the palace stewards must have taken my height into consideration and did not intend for me to clean the beams.”
Even though the work wasn't finished, Yin Zhu's puffed-up face made it seem like she was in the right.
"Don't you consider suitability when assigning tasks? Shouldn't you assign tall people to clean the roof beams? If you make people do work that is not suitable for them, shouldn't the blame for poor work performance be placed on your palace stewards for the poor work assignment?"
Although Yin Zhu had never seen the rules of the royal palace stewards, she was certain that they must have rules similar to "being responsible to the ghost servants".
If they don't have them, he'll write one for the palace stewards on the spot.
Under Yin Zhu's piercing golden gaze, the palace steward hesitated: "Um...it doesn't seem quite right...we'll rearrange these rules later..."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone in Room 250, the royal steward turned and left, leaving only a footprint on the ground that looked like the Chinese character "个".
Wow--
Even though her roommates didn't say anything, Yin Zhu seemed to hear their shock and amazement, after all, no one had ever dared to confront the palace steward like this.
Silly girls, I dare to do this because I have a trump card.
Yin Zhu found it difficult to explain to the other ghosts that if she didn't have talent, she would definitely be obedient or trembling like most ghosts. But the more confidence she had, the more capital she had to challenge them.
Yin Zhu has always been self-aware of his own abilities.
There are ways to live even when you're poor, and ways to live even when you're rich. Only a fool would try to copy someone else's way of life.
However, this kind of challenge is not a long-term solution. Even if the original inhabitants of the ghost realm are all monsters, they still have their own intelligence and will definitely patch up various bugs and eventually completely wipe out their prey. They are not so stupid as to be repeatedly restrained by a single move.
Even if the intelligence of the natives is truly like this, the unspeakable things behind the copy will not be allowed.
Although she didn't know exactly how the ghost story dungeon worked, Yin Zhu knew one thing—Hirano Sane wasn't completely free and couldn't openly let herself go; she could only secretly help herself by wearing various disguises.
Yin Zhu yawned, lay down under the watchful eyes of her roommates, and began her hibernation.
As for the complicated eye contact between her roommates, that was none of her business.
Now that no palace stewards are asking questions, Yin Zhu naturally can't tell them, "Don't follow my example, you don't have the ability, you know?" She can only pray that everything goes smoothly for their work tomorrow.
Yin Zhu had a rare dream again.
This time, there was no pursuit of Hirano Shan in the dream. Instead, a golden seed fell into the dark soil under Yin Zhu's gaze. Then, as if parasitized by something, the soil quickly turned into a golden hue, illuminating the dark world.
There were no blue skies or white clouds; the whole world, from the soil to the sky, was bathed in golden light. It was a scene that was clearly dazzling, but Yin Zhu felt no discomfort whatsoever.
She even had a strange sense of familiarity with it.
The seed sprouted at some unknown time and grew rapidly, turning into a towering... bamboo forest.
Of course, Yin Zhu knew that beneath the bamboo forest were countless intertwined roots. The bamboo could grow to the extent that the roots occupied in the soil, and it had a strong ability to absorb water and plunder nutrients. It could also gain control of the air for a short time, making it difficult for other plants to get sunlight.
Many ancient people in China liked to recite poems about the hollowness of bamboo, which symbolizes humility; or they praised bamboo for its uprightness, its unyielding nature, and its resilience.
However, in Yin Zhu's mind, those were just other people's anthropomorphic associations with the appearance of bamboo.
If we were to truly describe the spirit of bamboo, it might be its domineering nature.
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