Little Zheng took out a banknote from his sleeve, worth fifty taels.
"When you have time, go to Eunuch Zhu at the Directorate of Palace Affairs. Just say you want disguise ointment. Ten taels for one set; five sets will last you half a year."
"Thank you for the guidance, Brother Zheng."
Zhou Yi bowed and accepted the banknote. The hurdle before him had finally been crossed.
As for agreeing to do things for Little Zheng, it might sound as if he were beneath him, but Zhou Yi did not find it shameful.
Zhou Yi knew his own worth. He had originally been a poor mud-legged peasant. In past years, when government grain collectors came to the village, he had kowtowed and begged more than once, all so he could keep an extra handful of grain.
Being alive was better than anything!
Little Yuan said, "Don't worry, Little Yi. It isn't anything dangerous. Just remember what you hear and see while on duty."
"Mm, mm."
Zhou Yi nodded repeatedly. Though obedient on the surface, he had his own little calculations in private.
As long as I live long enough to outlast everyone in the palace who owes me a debt or bears me a grudge, won't I be free of all burdens?
The slyness of a farmer!
They continued walking behind the others, but the relationship among the three suddenly grew much closer. Zhou Yi felt that he had entered their circle, and Little Zheng and Little Yuan no longer spoke with the same cold detachment as before.
After afternoon training ended, Zhou Yi went to the Directorate of Palace Affairs.
Eunuch Zhu was a very old eunuch. His fat body was squeezed into his chair, and Zhou Yi could not tell whether that was his true face.
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