But now Prince Dai had appeared, and the Emperor still wished to continue refining elixirs—what he had not expected was for the Empress to intervene. This message had directly shattered his last shred of wishful thinking!
Cold sweat beaded on Eunuch Zhao's forehead. Killing the little eunuch who had delivered the message had been an instinctive act, because he had not wanted anyone to know about this!
But such a lowly eunuch could be silenced forever—could the mother of a nation be dealt with in the same way?
The answer was obvious: no!
Eunuch Zhao pondered for a long while, sighed, and finally collapsed back onto the cushioned couch. He thought silently, The Empress had someone deliver a message to me. Could there be any other reason? There was only this one.
This is demanding repayment for a favor—and it is also a threat!
If I refuse to help, she has already lost her son. If she loses her grandson as well, the Empress would probably rather expose that she is not so pure and virtuous after all, then drag even more people down to hell with her.
How could I possibly survive?
He knew the Emperor's temperament all too well. The Emperor usually favored him greatly, as if he truly regarded him as a trusted confidant to whom he could entrust important matters. Yet in the Emperor's heart, even his once-beloved legitimate son could be put to death—let alone a mere eunuch like him?
To say nothing else, just recently, he had merely reported bad news a few times, and the displeased Emperor had sent him away to "clear his head."
All the more so when it came to matters of great right and wrong. The Emperor would show no mercy even if the Crown Prince and Empress made