Looking at the high threshold, then glancing at his short limbs, the Emperor was dazed, then despondent.
He never expected that the first step of his escape would fail.
And for such a reason!
Who came up with the idea of making the thresholds in the palace so high?
Once he returns to his own body, the first decree he issues will be to chop down all the thresholds in the palace!
The Emperor took his short little steps, gloomily returned to the doghouse. Fine, he'll think of a way again tomorrow, just find an opportunity to run out.
Early in the morning, the Princess came to the doghouse after freshening up.
"Happy, are you feeling better today?" The Princess reached out and patted the little dog's head, asking with concern.
The Emperor raised his eyelids and glanced at the Princess, then turned his head to one side.
"Is Happy still mad?" The Princess said, a bit upset, to the Empress.
