The old eunuch replied in a hushed tone, "You don't understand. The Imperial Consort Jones is showcasing the Emperor's affection for her."
"So this medicine is also a test for the Emperor?" the young eunuch asked.
The old eunuch smirked. "Of course."
"Her headaches have long been cured, and she pours the medicine away without even looking at it."
"The Imperial Consort Jones is too..."
The old eunuch tapped the young eunuch's hat. "Don't speak ill of her Highness."
The mooncakes had turned cold and greasy, making them nauseating to eat.
I returned home alone, trying to act normal.
But as soon as I reached our little shack, I vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, tears streaming down my face.
I curled up on the floor, gasping for air.
Is human life really so worthless?
But what about Her Highness' life?
At the empress' birthday banquet, Imperial Consort Jones stole the show.
She had been carried into the Eternal Joy Palace by the emperor himself that day.
After ten consecutive days of his favor, she made the other palace ladies green with envy.