The imperial palace is the heart of Daqing's power.
No matter who it is, or how high their status, once they leave for a long time, it becomes difficult to return.
Eunuchs, who depend on imperial power, are especially so!
Eunuch Yuan would rather burn midnight incense, scrub toilets, than leave to guard the Imperial Mausoleum. As long as he still serves in the palace, he hasn't lost.
Zhou Yi hid in the shadows, watching Eunuch Yuan earnestly and meticulously scrub the toilet, his expression unchanged even with Zhou Yi's arrival.
Truly, a calm surface over a heart of pounding thunder.
He then transmitted with his voice, "Little Yuanzi, I have always thought you were not as good as Xiao Zhengzi, but now I realize I was mistaken."
Eunuch Yuan's hand paused slightly, a touch of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
"Why mention him? I've already forgotten."
"Hehehe..."
