The monarch had been waiting outside for quite a while, growing concerned about what had happened to the Little Princess.
"Xiaoxue."
He called out.
Perched on the windowsill, the Little Princess looked anxiously at Xiaojiu holding the small bamboo tube: "I-I-I... I'm still pooping! Don't come in!"
The monarch sighed helplessly and continued waiting in the hallway.
After hesitating for a moment, he still wasn't quite reassured, so he approached the door and said, "Don't fall in."
The Little Princess replied, "I won't!"
She wasn't really going to poop, so how could she possibly fall into the toilet?
The monarch paced outside for a while longer: "Aren't you coming out yet?"
"Almost done!"
Finally, the monarch's patience wore thin, feeling certain that the little fellow was up to something inside.
"I'm coming in," the monarch said.
The monarch pushed on the door.
The little rascal had even locked the door!
There must be a ghost, definitely a ghost!
