Qu Tan turned around, casting a cold glance at the eunuch.
The eunuch was about to say something, but his heart skipped a beat, and he promptly shut his mouth. He angrily flicked his sleeve and headed out with the other young eunuchs and palace maids. As he stepped over the threshold and was about to descend the stairs, he felt a swift kick to his backside from an unknown source, tumbling down the steps like a dog eating dirt, utterly disgraced.
He scrambled away hurriedly, in an even more embarrassing state.
It felt truly satisfying, what could the Emperor do?
Speaking such arrogant words, even Qu Tan found it hard to believe and felt extremely good. Once, his life was in this person's hands, he never imagined he would one day dare to blatantly say, what does the Emperor count for?! Yes, what kind of filthy thing is the Emperor!
Qu Tan walked merrily toward the courtyard.
