Chu Yi snorted. "I don't need you to remind me. If Master had not chosen me to take over this position, do you think I would want it? When I didn't have a post, my life was free and easy." He paused as he thought of something and glanced at Zhao Qian. "I say, Old Qian, are you jealous of me? How about I go ask Master to give you this position?"
Zhao Qian flicked the fly-whisk in his hand and shot him a dirty look. "And let you take over mine?"
"Pah! Even if you sent me ten beautiful women, I wouldn't give your position a tinker's damn." His words made Chu Yi's hair stand on end.
The title of Head of Palace Affairs may sound grand, but that was a eunuch's job.
As a robust man, he would be mad to even think of becoming a castrate.
Just then, the shuttlecock landed at his feet. Zhu Yu, who came over to pick it up, happened to hear what he said and immediately stared at him, appalled.