I, Lin Qi, am the only fake eunuch in this deep palace.
Last night, when I was testing poison for the imperial concubine, her fingertips touched my Adam's apple: "Xiao Qizi, you seem to be different from others." Today, the emperor came to rescue me, and the emperor laughed: "Reward! Make you the admiral of the West Factory!" The queen watched coldly from behind the curtain, and in my arms, there was still a blood letter from the orphan of the previous dynasty. In this game of chess, am I the pawn or the player?
