Zhong lay on the ground panting. A low rumbling of laughter could be heard. The empress had somehow grown and he’d slid out onto a clifftop. He was hanging onto a branch. As he pulled himself up, he realised that it wasn’t a branch but a huge plait of hair. He looked down and realised that the empress’ tunnels had collapsed in on themselves to create a great pit. He wondered if she was trapped. He thought that her current size could wipe out the whole block, let alone his neighbour’s farm. At least he was going to cultivate a very large rice field. He suddenly wondered if he would be in charge or whether he’d now be working for the empress, who’d feed exclusively off his crops. He didn’t like the idea of working for a giantess. Perhaps he ought to return to the city, collect his belongings and flee?
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