This damned little eunuch is a man!
For a moment, shame, indignation, nervousness, and fear surged over her.
The middle part was called “Delete, Delete, Delete.”
But just as Chu Xiaoxiang’s consciousness gradually became muddled, her entire body shuddered, and she felt the power within her flow away like a flood.
Chu Xiaoxiang was greatly startled: It was the Evil Method of Absorbing Yin and Strengthening Yang!
Who could have imagined that this little eunuch was actually an evil cultivator who had kept his abilities deeply concealed?
Before long, one-eighth of Chu Xiaoxiang’s power had been absorbed.
Chu Xiaoxiang struggled desperately, but she could not stop him.
Chu Xiaoxiang jolted awake...
Within the Cold Palace, a gentle breeze drifted in, bringing a chill as it brushed against her clothes.
The moonlight shone brightly all around, and absolute silence reigned.
So it had only been a dream?
Chu Xiaoxiang valued her power above all else. She hurriedly circulated her battle qi and discovered that it had not only suffered no damage, but seemed to have grown slightly stronger instead.
Although the increase was not obvious, given Chu Xiaoxiang’s cultivation realm, she could confirm even this tiny growth.
Had she really been dreaming?
Could a dream truly be this realistic?
After daybreak, Chu Xiaoxiang forced an explanation, saying that she had accidentally knocked over a cup of water last night, which was why the bedsheet was dirty.
Liang Zhu had not noticed any of it at all.
What Liang Zhu was thinking about now was how to deal with Wu Shixiong.
Strictly speaking, Liang Zhu was not allowed to leave the palace at will.
Besides, even if he left the palace, it would be rather absurd for a eunuch to proactively seek out the Heir of the Prince of Zhenxi.
Wu Shixiong’s first reaction would definitely be to run away or something similar.
Just as Liang Zhu was racking his brains, Xiao Meiyue arrived.
The female official mysteriously pulled Liang Zhu aside, then handed him an invitation.
Liang Zhu wore a bewildered expression. “Sister, what is this for?”
“An invitation from Wu Shixiong, the Heir of the Prince of Zhenxi. He says it is to thank you for your life-saving grace.” Xiao Meiyue’s face was full of envy as her soft body pressed against Liang Zhu. “Little Pillar, once you become successful, you must remember your older sister.”
Wu Shixiong was inviting him to dinner?
Liang Zhu was filled with great joy. He hurriedly opened the invitation and saw that it was set for the hour of Shen in the afternoon, at Wanhua Tower, a little over two li southeast of the Imperial Palace.
Liang Zhu grinned from ear to ear. Just as he was worrying about how to lure Wu Shixiong out, the guy had hooked himself!
After putting away the invitation, Liang Zhu let out a cry of “holy crap.”
Xiao Meiyue stood beside him with flushed cheeks, one small hand already preparing to reach down and grab his privates.
Liang Zhu screamed and quickly pulled away. “Sister Meiyue, please show some restraint!”
Damn it, if Xiao Meiyue discovered that he was not a eunuch, Little Pillar would not have enough lives even if he had a hundred.
“Why are you being shy with your older sister?” Xiao Meiyue said with a laugh as she pressed close again. “I have never seen such a timid eunuch!”
Liang Zhu let out a wronged, dry laugh. “Hahaha, I really am a eunuch.”
Xiao Meiyue looked around, and after confirming that no one was nearby, she lowered her voice. “Little Pillar, Wu Shixiong is inviting you to dinner to deliberately curry favor with you. You can ask him for some money.”
The little eunuch of the past definitely would not have understood this, but Liang Zhu was so clever now.
Xiao Meiyue’s reminder was purely unnecessary.
For a sucker like Wu Shixiong who had delivered himself to his door, if Liang Zhu did not squeeze him until his bone marrow exploded, he would be letting down his former reputation as the great merchant of the Demon Capital.
After noon, Liang Zhu changed into casual clothes and became a handsome scholar with a few traces of heroic spirit.
It was Liang Zhu’s first time on the street. He looked left and right, spending over an hour wandering aimlessly before arriving at the entrance of Wanhua Tower.
When he reached the entrance of Wanhua Tower, Liang Zhu felt utterly unwell.
A brothel!
A whorehouse!
A brothel!
Wanhua Tower was actually a traditional cultural entertainment venue!
Most shamefully, the servant in charge of receiving guests even shouted loudly in the middle of the street, “May I ask if you are Eunuch Xiao Zhuzi?!”
Damn it, that a sound drew a two-hundred-percent rate of people turning their heads on the street.
Liang Zhu smiled bitterly. “Brother, can’t you lower your voice?”
The servant repeatedly said, “Oh, oh, oh,” then invited Liang Zhu into Wanhua Tower.
In Wanhua Tower’s private room Number One of the Heaven tier, Wu Shixiong was drinking and chatting with people.
His drinking companions were four young scholar men. Each swayed a folding fan and his head, their expressions resembling those of twenty-year constipation sufferers.
Liang Zhu was utterly dumbfounded. He whispered to the servant, “What is going on here?”
The servant also felt a headache. “Eunuch Xiao Zhuzi, these are the Four Great Talents of Tai'an City. They are reciting poetry.”
Seeing that the true distinguished guest had arrived, Wu Shixiong hurriedly set aside the Four Great Talents and walked toward Liang Zhu. “Eunuch Xiao Zhuzi, your gracious arrival is truly an honor.”
The Four Great Talents glared angrily at Liang Zhu. They did not dare offend Wu Shixiong, but they held Liang Zhu in deep contempt.
The Four Great Talents began insulting him one after another:
“He is merely a eunuch slave, yet His Highness is treating him with such courtesy and humility.”
“Eunuch slave, what learning do you possess that makes you worthy of His Highness’s kindness?”
“Eunuch slave, do you dare recite a poem on the spot?!”
The Four Great Talents kept calling him “eunuch slave,” one after another, angering Liang Zhu until fire seemed to blaze from his eyes.
“Then I’ll recite a poem!” Liang Zhu rolled up his sleeves and shouted, “Listen well. I’ll show you idiots what literary talent really is!”
With that, Liang Zhu recited: “When will spring winds and autumn moons end? How many fallen flowers are there? Last night, the small building felt the autumn wind once more; past events are too painful to recall beneath the bright moon.”
Wu Shixiong and the Four Great Talents looked at each other without knowing what to do. What a fine poem!
The only issue was that the meter seemed a little strange.
With his hands behind back, Liang Zhu continued reciting: “The carved balustrades and jade steps remain to this day, but her lovely face has changed. How Much Sorrow Can I Ask You To Have? It is just like a eunuch dog climbing into a brothel...”