Hu Xiaotian's heart jolted. She's serious? This girl knows I'm a fake eunuch. Is she really going to make me a real one? Just because the tiger hasn't shown its fury, you take it for a sickly cat! Qiqi, oh Qiqi, do you really have to force me to bite?
Just then, a sinister voice came from behind the screen. "What are Your Highness's orders?"
Hu Xiaotian was scared out of his wits. He had thought he had made some progress in the Formless Divine Skill, yet he still hadn't noticed someone hiding behind the screen in the study. On second thought, he had simply been careless. Qiqi was far too precious to be left without protection, and Quan Dean was undoubtedly the most suitable person for the job.
Seeing Quan Dean again upon his return, he distinctly sensed a complete transformation in the old eunuch's spirit and bearing. Calling him buoyant and triumphant would hardly be an exaggeration. Even his perpetually stooped back had straightened considerably, making him look ten years younger. When one man ascended to heaven, even his chickens and dogs rose with him. With Ji Feihua defeated, power within the imperial palace must have fallen into Quan Dean's hands. It would have been hard for him not to feel pleased with himself.
Hu Xiaotian knew something of Quan Dean's martial arts. Despite losing a leg, the old eunuch's abilities had hardly suffered. His current artificial leg must have been excellent; even when he walked, there was no sign that he was missing one. Remembering the ten years' worth of internal power Quan Dean had forcibly infused into his body, Hu Xiaotian knew that, despite his recent improvement, he was probably still far inferior to him. Fortunately, he had only thought about harming Qiqi and hadn't acted