Volume One: The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss Chapter Two: From the Palace? Then Fight Them!
That voice could only belong to a useless, damn eunuch!
Liu Heng turned to look outside the window and saw a few figures dressed in deep cyan eunuch robes standing arrogantly by the courtyard gate.
Damn it, a bunch of eunuchs—what are they so proud of?
Well, in this era, eunuchs really do wield considerable power!
The leader held a duster in hand, his cold gaze sweeping over the people in the courtyard, his face openly displaying arrogance.
Behind them were the courier station clerks who had tried to stop them but were roughly pushed aside.
Entering the palace? Now?
Liu Heng’s heart sank. If he hadn’t transmigrated into this body, “Liu Heng” would either be dead or barely hanging on by a thread right now!
The emperor wants to see a “prince of the blood” who’s barely standing at death’s door?
Is this concern or a death sentence? Which emperor would treat his own nephew so callously?
Suddenly, a memory from a few days ago flashed in Liu Heng’s mind. He recalled Jing Bo’s whispered warning: “If the Marquis does this, he will offend Chief Eunuch Zhang…”
Oh… I get it!
Chief Eunuch! Zhang Rang! Leader of the Ten Eunuchs! The emperor’s “foster father”!
It’s very likely that this old eunuch Zhang is using the emperor’s name to have those who offend him killed off by the plague!
The old bastard doesn’t even need to show his face. Just a simple “by imperial order, enter the palace” can get Liu Heng—this sickly nobleman—to die halfway there without even seeing the emperor!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, the leading eunuch staggered forward, taking three unsteady steps to reach the steps of Liu Heng’s main room.
He raised his pale face, expressionless, his gaze passing through the open door to rest on Liu Heng, who was barely standing while leaning on a chair.
“Oh!”
A sharp, drawn-out tone laced with mockery rang out: “Marquis of Yangwu? What kind of commotion is this? The courier station’s annex looks like a kitchen, all smoky and burning—my nose is even hurting.”
He flicked his orchid finger in front of his nose in a pretentious manner and glanced at Liu Heng’s pale, haggard face. “His Majesty has commanded that you enter the palace immediately. Marquis, can you walk?”
The last three words floated lightly, full of probing malice.
Liu Heng’s fingers gripped the chair tighter. He took a deep breath and straightened up, meeting the eunuch’s cruel gaze with a faint, somewhat weak smile.
“You eunuchs jest.”
His voice hoarse, Liu Heng said, “It’s just that… cough… my illness is severe, and I fear the plague might spread to others. I thought to burn some boiling water and splash it around to cleanse the foul air.”
His eyes swept over the servants frozen in the courtyard. “As for entering the palace to pay respects to His Majesty, I am grateful beyond words for such grace. However…”
His tone shifted; pain and helplessness played perfectly across his face as his body trembled slightly. “As you see, my condition… cough cough cough… is such that I cannot even stand steadily. I fear I would pollute the sacred palace grounds and even worse, bring the foul air inside to disturb His Majesty. If that were to happen… I would be beyond forgiveness!”
Liu Heng hacked violently as he spoke, playing the role of a desperately ill royal relative forced to endure.
Yet, from the corner of his eye, he fixed his gaze on the eunuch’s reaction.
The pale eunuch’s narrow eyes narrowed, and the fake smile vanished, replaced by calculation and scrutiny.
Liu Heng’s words were soft but firm, emphasizing “fear of spreading the plague,” “fear of polluting the palace,” and “fear of disturbing the emperor.”
Each phrase appealed to righteousness and palace protocol.
Under normal circumstances, this would have stopped the eunuch from forcing the issue.
After all, if the sickly nobleman truly brought the plague into the palace, this lowly messenger eunuch could not bear the consequences.
But today, he was following Chief Eunuch Zhang’s orders.
According to Zhang’s plan, this troublesome young marquis, though infirm, must “insist on obeying the imperial order to enter the palace” and then unfortunately “die” on the way.
The marquis, barely holding on to life, “dying” en route meant the emperor wouldn’t suspect foul play, and might even honor the nephew posthumously.
“Hmph!”
The eunuch snorted through his nose. “The Marquis sure thinks of the big picture.”
He glanced at Liu Heng’s tottering form, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. “But His Majesty’s orders are supreme! I am merely carrying out my duty. Marquis, even if you have to crawl… you must enter the palace today! Delay the timing, and if His Majesty is displeased, that would be truly unforgivable!”
“Bring people! Prepare the Marquis’s clothes! Ready the carriage! Enter the palace immediately!”
The last command was shouted at the two young eunuchs behind him. They stiffened and raised their feet to storm inside.
“Wait!”
A sharp shout rang out—not from Liu Heng, but from Jing Bo, who had just hurried back from the backyard upon hearing the news.
The old man was terrified by the scene, especially seeing the two young eunuchs about to barge in. He rushed to the steps, throwing protocol aside, spreading his arms like a brooding hen to block the doorway.
“Eunuch, please calm down!”
Jing Bo’s voice trembled, his wrinkled face full of fear. “My Marquis… he is terribly ill! Look at him… I beg you to show mercy! Please allow my Marquis a few days to recover… once he is better, he will enter the palace to apologize in person! Please, sir!”
As he spoke, he fell to his knees, knocking his head repeatedly toward the eunuch.
“You old bastard! Get out of the way!”
The pale eunuch exploded in anger, pointing the duster at Jing Bo and yelling sharply, “Who do you think you are? How dare you block the imperial decree? Are you tired of living? Beat him!”
A young eunuch sneered and stepped forward, raising his foot to kick Jing Bo hard.
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