The tension in the throne room is palpable as officials in crimson and azure robes exchange glances, their embroidered cranes and lions whispering rank and rivalry. When the Emperor enters, sunlight framing his dragon-embroidered yellow robe, even the air seems to hold its breath. In "Wait, His Majesty Can Hear Me?", every bow, every narrowed eye, feels like a move in a deadly game of court chess. The animation captures not just grandeur, but the quiet terror of power -- where one misstep could mean exile... or worse.