Hu Xiaotian glanced sideways at the fellow. Holy shit! Each generation brings forth new talents-this palace really is a lair of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. I only just said that, and this guy can already repeat it like a tape recorder. A rare genius indeed-one you wouldn't see in a hundred years.
The young eunuch was Yin Zheng, who had only just been assigned to serve the emperor. Before he could finish his flattery, pfft! Long Yelin interrupted him with another fart. All the palace maids and eunuchs dropped to their knees and chorused, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Felicitations, Your Majesty! Your dragon aura rises, and peace reigns across the four seas..." Well, damn. They had all fucking learned it in no time. This bunch of palace servants really had a gift for kissing ass.
The direct result of their interruption was that the emperor forgot all about rewarding Hu Xiaotian.
Hu Xiaotian had thought the emperor would reward him as soon as he woke up. Instead, he had sniffed three foul farts for nothing and received absolutely squat. As the saying went, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He left Xuanwei Palace feeling rather depressed.
Outside Xuanwei Palace, he came face-to-face with Murong Zhan, commander-in-chief of the Imperial Guards. An ominous feeling immediately stirred in Hu Xiaotian's heart. Nothing good ever happened when he met Murong Zhan. The man was sternly impartial and allowed no room for personal considerations; someone like that was difficult to get along with. Had he come to arrest him again? Hu Xiaotian smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "Hu Xiaotian pays his respects, Commander."
Murong Zhan nodded slightly. "Greetings, Eunuch Hu. How is His Majesty's condition?"
Hearing how politely he addressed him, Hu Xiaotian immediately relaxed. "So you've come to visit