There was no eunuch—he had merely fallen into a post-New Year slump. Starting today, he was stepping into a new February... Well, there would be another update tonight.
The eighth day of the eleventh month, thirteenth year of Guangde.
Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, more than forty young and able male servants had formed a loose, ragged square outside the Sun Mansion's reception hall.
At the very front of the formation, Wang Jin, Liu Quan, and Sun Xi knelt in a row—though there was no obvious difference in their heights, their kneeling postures somehow formed a clear hierarchy.
Sun Xi trembled all over, practically prostrated on the ground.
He was not actually a servant of this household, so Sun Shaozong ordinarily had no right to punish him overstep his authority.
But the Southern Branch was relying heavily on the Sun brothers, Sun Shaozu and Sun Shaozong, at present. Even if only to make a statement, they would certainly punish him all the more severely.
Thinking that his once-promising future would likely be ruined by his drunken misconduct, Sun Xi regretted it until his guts turned green.
Compared with Sun Xi, Wang Jin appeared far more composed, since he was nominally the victim.
But no matter how composed he was, his kneeling posture was still far humbler than Liu Quan's in the middle—at the very least, he did not dare, nor would he ever dare, to crane his neck stubbornly and confront Steward Zhao on the steps at a time like this.
That was right. Even now, Liu Quan still carried himself as though he had nothing to fear.
It was not that he believed he had done nothing wrong. Rather, he felt that such minor mistakes could not possibly compare with the merits he had earned.
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