Cao Yi had completely lost his usual sinister composure, his pale face filled with servile smiles, disrupting even the order of his greetings.
He nearly lunged forward to receive the imperial decree, bending so low his waist almost folded in half: "Mr. Yi, you have worked hard, sir!"
Cao Yi's voice was sickeningly sweet, "Such a small matter, yet it troubles you to come personally, I am truly… truly…"
As he spoke, he unexpectedly took out a pouch from his sleeve, judging by its weight, it contained at least a hundred taels of gold.
It must be understood, on ordinary days, even as the head of Dongchang's Thirteen Guardians.
In front of this chief eunuch of the inner court, he had to respectfully call him "sir".
Mr. Yi weighed the pouch with a half-smile, then, his gaze inadvertently shifted to Lu Xuan, sitting steady as a mountain.
In the Great Yu's inner court, he indeed held the title of "sir" for all eunuchs.
