The young eunuch caught sight of Eunuch Cao's true face and toppled over, stiff as a board.
The candle, less than a centimeter long, fell to the floor and rolled a few times, spilling wax everywhere.
It did not go out, clinging to its last breath as it gave off a feeble light.
The sack holding the wok dropped to the floor with an enormous clang.
Then, after two thunks, the young eunuch lay on the floor even straighter than a steel-straight heterosexual man.
[Fuck, did he die?!]
Jian Ruonan led the charge into the side chamber.
She reached out and felt the young eunuch's neck, then breathed a sigh of relief. "It's all right. He's still breathing. He probably just fainted from fright."
Eunuch Cao said, "From fright?"
"Am I that terrifying?" Eunuch Cao felt his face.
Without a mirror, he could only see how everyone else looked in their Facekinis, not himself.
The others merely looked a little ridiculous. They were hardly frightening, were they?
The Minister of War glanced at Eunuch Cao's face. "Think about it. If you were practicing tossing a wok in the middle of the night in a palace where someone had died, and I suddenly appeared, would you be scared?"
Eunuch Cao looked at the Minister of War's head and imagined himself in that situation. "That really would be rather frightening."
Jian Ruonan rummaged through the melon patch of gossip-
[Thank goodness, he won't die!]
[This young eunuch might be a little dim, but he's long-lived. He'll make it to seventy-eight.]
The melon patch still contained gossip about this young eunuch at seventy-eight, which meant today's incident would not scare him to death.
If he did die of fright, gossip about his burial would appear in the melon patch.
When future events changed,