Cao Yi had completely lost his usual sinister composure. His deathly pale face was piled with fawning smiles, and even the etiquette of his salute had fallen into disarray.
He practically lunged forward to receive the Imperial Decree, bending so deeply at the waist that he nearly folded in half. "Chief Eunuch Yi, Ancestor, you have worked hard!"
Cao Yi's voice was so syrupy it made one want to vomit. "For such a trivial matter to require Ancestor to make the trip personally, this grandson truly... truly..."
As he spoke, he actually pulled an embroidered pouch from his sleeve. Judging by its heavy weight, it contained no less than a hundred taels of gold.
One had to know that Cao Yi was ordinarily the foremost of the Eastern Depot's Thirteen Protectors.
Yet before this chief eunuch of the inner palace, he still had to properly address him as "Ancestor."
Eunuch Yi weighed the pouch with a half-smile, but the corner of his eye then glanced toward Lu Xuan, who sat as steady as a mountain in the hall.
Within Great Yu's inner court, he was indeed nominally the "Ancestor" of all eunuchs.
But who did not know... that the true King of Hell was this Director of the Eastern Depot, who could not even be bothered to raise his eyes at the chief eunuch standing before him in person?
"Commander Cao is too courteous."
Eunuch Yi deliberately raised his voice. "This humble servant is merely delivering a message. How could I compare to your Factory Director..."
His tone suddenly shifted as his whisk lightly swept across Cao Yi's fawning face. "His Majesty also has an oral decree—"
Eunuch Yi deliberately drew out his words like a dull blade carving flesh. "The Eastern Depot has recently... caused too great a commotion