Under Long Baitian’s gaze, the palace maids and eunuchs behind Liang Zhu disorderly knelt down.
Everyone said in sparse, trembling voices, “Greetings, Duke of Yan!”
Long Baitian looked coldly at Liang Zhu. “You are called Little Pillar?”
Liang Zhu nodded.
Now that Liang Zhu could be considered a “low-level” cultivator with a foundation of spiritual power, he could sense that the power within Long Baitian was as vast as mountains and seas, and his martial cultivation was profoundly high!
Long Baitian suddenly burst into laughter. “Eunuch Xiao Zhuzi is very loyal. From now on, everyone must learn from Xiao Zhuzi and serve Your Majesty loyally!”
Liang Zhu was dumbfounded. This makes no damn sense!
Why would Long Baitian praise him in public?
The surrounding ministers came over one after another to pay their respects. Flattering words such as “youthful hero” and “loyal to the monarch and devoted to the country” came flying at him.
Long Baitian warmly took Liang Zhu’s hand and patted it. He gave Liang Zhu a meaningful look before turning and leaving.
Liang Zhu’s mind was bewildered.
At that moment, Liang Zhu noticed several ministers standing in the distance, watching him and discussing him among themselves. Their gaze was filled with disgust.
Liang Zhu understood at once: this was the simplest form of sowing discord!
With Long Baitian’s maneuver, the ministers loyal to the Empress would certainly label him as part of Long Baitian’s group.
If Liang Zhu sought these ministers’ help in the future, they would certainly suspect him.
Perhaps a few loyal and devoted ministers might even send people to assassinate him.
Liang Zhu was incredibly depressed. Long Baitian really was an extremely cunning fellow.
After the end of morning court, the Empress returned to her imperial bedchamber. She removed her dragon robe and changed into more comfortable clothes.
The imperial bedchamber was mostly filled with women. There were barely any eunuchs, who were neither fully male nor female, so the Empress did not have many reservations.
This laxity in precautions benefited sharp-eyed Liang Zhu.
Calculating through the gauze window, Liang Zhu used his powerful computational ability, which had ants in his eyes but none in his mind, to quickly eliminate obstructions such as the gauze window and see everything inside with perfect clarity.
The Empress had a fairly well-proportioned figure. She was not as voluptuous as Xiao Meiyue, nor did she love playing basketball as much as the Princess.
While changing clothes, Xiao Yanran sensed Liang Zhu’s gaze. She turned her head in surprise and glanced toward him.
Liang Zhu was startled and hurriedly lowered his head, putting on his most obedient palace eunuch expression.
After changing clothes, the Empress sat before the writing desk and flipped through a memorial. She suddenly asked, “Long Baitian went to see you just now?”
The imperial bedchamber was completely quiet, and the palace maids did not dare make a sound.
As a transmigrator, Liang Zhu did not feel much fear toward creatures known as Emperors.
Especially since this particular Emperor was also a peerless beauty, there was even less for him to fear.
With a smile, Liang Zhu stepped half a pace forward. “Yes. That old fellow deliberately pretended to be affectionate and ingratiated himself with me. He is probably trying to sow discord between Your Majesty and me.”
The Empress made a sound of acknowledgment, dismissed the palace maids, and then said somewhat wearily, “Long Baitian’s martial cultivation is profound, and he also controls military power. He is truly difficult to deal with.”
Liang Zhu was somewhat puzzled. “Your Majesty, just how powerful is that guy?”
The Empress gave a slight smile. “About the level of a titled sword saint…”
Liang Zhu’s heart sank with a thud.
The martial artists of this world were broadly divided into several ranks:
The lowest rank was collectively known as “disciples”—in fact, they were merely “apprentices who had just entered the path.”
The initial rank was “swordsmen”—swordsmen, warriors, strength fighters, and so on. All kinds of varied beginner-level practitioners were classified as “swordsmen.”
The intermediate rank was “masters”—such as sword masters, martial masters, and battle masters.
Upon reaching the advanced realm, each path had its own title: sword immortal, Overlord, Wanderer, and so on.
If a sword practitioner reached the level of sword immortal, a close-combat martial artist reached the level of Overlord, or an archer reached the level of Wanderer, they were generally important people who had founded their own schools.
If a martial artist was fortunate and talented enough, they could advance one step further and become a “titled sword saint” or “titled martial saint”…
These people possessed power universally acknowledged as powerful, an exceedingly high realm, and unparalleled accomplishments before they could receive a title.
For example, back then, the Azure Lotus Sword Saint Li Taibai caused every lotus within ten li to bloom when practicing the sword. Only then did he receive his title.
Although Liang Zhu carried the Heaven Measuring Ruler and held the Soul-Seizing Hand, he felt it would still be somewhat beyond his ability to fight a titled sword saint.
No wonder that fellow Long Baitian acted so smug and arrogant every day. It turned out his own power was already this powerful!
But Liang Zhu remained calm. “Your Majesty, I have a way to deal with a titled sword saint!”
The expression on the Empress’s face did not change, but her small hand suddenly tightened around the hem of her skirt. “Oh? What is your method? Tell me.”
Liang Zhu said unhurriedly, “To deal with a titled sword saint, naturally you find two or three titled sword saints and have them surround and beat him.”
The Empress did not say a word for a full half-minute.
Liang Zhu’s words sounded absurd and hilarious, but after thinking it over carefully, the Empress felt they really made perfect sense!
Indeed, to kill a Sword Saint, one could simply invite two or three other Sword Saints, charge in, and beat him up together. Even if Long Baitian did not die, he would certainly suffer severe injuries.
But the problem was that titled sword saints were not cabbages. Where could she find two or three of them to await her orders?
“Since that is the case, I will grant you the special privilege of entering and leaving the court!” After hesitating for a moment, the Empress said, “Tomorrow, go to the Imperial City Department to collect a golden token permitting entry to and exit from the court. From now on, you may leave the palace and search among the people for the whereabouts of titled sword saints.”
As she spoke, the Empress slammed the table. “With the seven hundred million subjects throughout the empire, I refuse to believe we cannot find a few titled sword saints!”
Liang Zhu thanked her aloud, while inwardly celebrating. Tianlai Novel Network.
The world was so vast, and Liang Zhu had long wanted to go out and see it.
It was just that eunuchs were forbidden from leaving the palace at will.
Especially a little eunuch like Liang Zhu. He would probably be hacked to death by the guards before he even approached the palace gate.
After his shift ended, Liang Zhu successfully completed a day’s work and cheerfully returned to Wutong Court.
He pushed open the door and entered the room, instantly becoming dumbfounded.
A beauty wearing a skirt was sitting in the room, staring blankly.
Judging by her appearance, it was Chuchu!
Chuchu usually wore armor, keeping her body thoroughly protected.
Now that she had suddenly changed into such a delicate and flowing gauze skirt, Liang Zhu discovered that she too was a peerless beauty!
Seeing Liang Zhu staring blankly at her, a trace of fear flashed through Chuchu’s gaze…