Power was a fist, and a fist was power!
Zhou Yi had always relied on his godfather's influence. Today, he had finally earned status and position with his own two hands.
Little Gui had connections, but what did status matter? One slap could crush him to death!
"Eunuch Gui, you've changed quite a bit these past two years, haven't you?"
"You flatter me, Eunuch Yi."
Little Gui sighed. "When I first arrived, I knew nothing of the rules. I must thank Eunuch Yi for your past leniency. In another place, perhaps I'd have fallen into a well simply because I couldn't recognize all the characters!"
"Heh heh heh, this one may not be a good man, but I do not commit evil!"
Zhou Yi silently added in his heart, You should thank Little Xi and Little Zheng. Back when you entered the palace, if you'd run into villains, they might have poisoned you to death.
Little Gui said, "Not committing evil is already rare enough."
The drinking feast was a pleasant one, with Zhou Yi and Little Gui exchanging flattery.
Both intended to bury the hatchet, and they became friendly dorm-mates once more.
They had never borne any deep hatred for one another. A few everyday grievances were hardly worth facing each other in a fight to the death!
The thirty-seventh year of Yuanwu.
March.
After forty-five years, Great Qing launched a northern expedition against the tribes.
Zhang Polu, Marshal of the Northern Garrison Army, swept through their lands and scoured out their lairs, surrounding the Wolf King's Golden Tent. The tribes sent envoys to sue for peace.
When the news of victory reached the capital, the entire nation erupted in celebration.
Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The lamps blazed brightly.
Emperor Hongwu lay on a cushioned couch beneath