Zhou Yi's gaze shifted, and his face seemed somewhat tempted.
"How many taels in total?"
Eunuch Miao answered, "This servant is fond of antiques and calligraphy; it's difficult to cash them in precisely, but there should be as much as 120,000 or 130,000 taels. My lord, if you prefer gold and silver, I can have someone pawn them right away!"
"Humph!"
Zhou Yi snorted coldly and bowed in the direction of the Qianqing Palace, speaking with stern righteousness.
"Being a mere eunuch without rank, I have been entrusted by His Majesty to manage a department. With such immense grace and trust, how could I stoop so low as to collude with the likes of you?"
Eunuch Miao was about to speak when he looked up and saw a gilded palm smashing down upon his head.
Red and white splattered everywhere, and the rich scent of blood permeated the hall.
