A dozen of the knee-high, aggressively vibrating rodents launched themselves directly at the cooking fire. Their little claws caught on Cāng Yáo's pristine, starlight-blue silk dress, ripping the celestial fabric as they scrambled upward. One particularly bold, red-eyed mouse aggressively launched itself at her hand, trying to snatch the glowing jade chopsticks right out of her grip.
Screeeech! The immortal silk tore with a loud, sickening rip.
"SISTER! THE VERMIN!"
Cāng Jì, who had been cowering behind a nearby tree, let out a thoroughly un-princely, high-pitched shriek. Completely abandoning all royal dignity, the Dragon Prince sprinted toward the center fire, leaped into the air, and slapped himself against the side of the massive, hot stone cauldron.
He clung to the rim like a terrified, golden koala, pulling his legs up to avoid the sea of squeaking teeth. "THEY ARE EATING YOUR WARDROBE! WE ARE BEING CONSUMED BY THE LOWLAND ECOSYSTEM!"
"WHO DARES?!"
