"What sort of thing couldn't bear the light of day?"
In some respects, Lu Wu-bing almost admired the persistence of the old eunuch before him.
For fifteen years until now, he had kept his eyes on a single matter, secretly watching and enduring, inching closer to his goal bit by bit while reaping results bit by bit.
If Lu Wu-bing had not suddenly intervened, this old eunuch might truly have slowly schemed his way toward a chance to grow anew one day.
He had methods, he had ability, and yet he also understood restraint in his actions.
It was impossible to truly dislike him.
This could be seen from the fact that he had obtained half of the incomplete [Form] character seal diagram from Monk Wuxiang.
The underlying logic of his conduct was mutual cooperation and mutual benefit. He did not insist on taking things by trickery or force; in truth, he could not have done so anyway.
By assessing the times and adapting to circumstances, then waiting patiently, so long as his comprehension was sufficient, one day he would gain even more.
Moreover, the old eunuch understood how to secretly seize hold of others' weaknesses. Most likely, the three fortunate people who had obtained such immense opportunities one after another would all face failure. He, meanwhile, would be the one laughing last.
Because if he never entered the arena, he would never lose.
"If we are to speak of what Monk Wuxiang has done, we must begin with His Majesty.
For all these years, this old servant has attended His Majesty. Whenever I heard His Majesty issue an imperial decree to execute defeated generals, rebels from every quarter, or wipe out three clans after great treason cases, I could sense a trace of sinister, gloomy aura lingering around His