The Censor is brimming with patriotic zeal, comes from a respectable family, and has a bright future ahead.
The Prince lazily waves a feather fan, with red lips and pearly teeth, striking all kinds of poses.
The Censor wears a clean, simple blue robe and is as fresh as a tender green onion.
The Prince floats around in white, with stunning looks and the bearing of a peacock.
By all appearances, the tender green onion should easily take down the peacock.
But as it turns out, experience navigating the treacherous waters of officialdom also comes in handy in the battle of top and bottom. [Laughs]
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Mom, this place is so scary. I want to go back to Jupiter!