"I've worked myself to the bone," I've finally broken through the prohibition.
Can't I even say a word, to ask the master for some credit?"
However, Emperor Zhou of the Great Zhou wasn't even sparing him a glance, not even for a moment.
This left Zhao Jin feeling somewhat disappointed, but he had grown accustomed to it.
The way of the eunuch and the Emperor.
It's like the relationship between a loyal dog and a goddess.
If you lick well, you might get something to eat; if you don't, you get nothing.
If the goddess wishes not to be licked and you still insist, you lose even the right to be a loyal dog.
Having been a eunuch for hundreds of years, Zhao Jin knew all too well the difficulty of a eunuch's life.
Not everyone could become a eunuch.
Zhao Jin still had a bit of pride.
He followed Emperor Zhou's gaze toward Crane-Crying Island.
Quickly, he spotted a figure.
Was that the Princely Heir?
