As soon as I turned around to go to the General Affairs Department to hand over the sign, I caught a glimpse of a eunuch wearing a python robe walking out of the corner of my eye. The man was in his fifties or sixties, with a smile on his face and a whisk in his hand, followed by two young eunuchs.
It's Cao Huachun. The ceremonial supervisor is the eunuch, the chief steward of the palace.
My heart skipped a beat, and I subconsciously pressed my hand on the secret volume on my chest. The barrage exploded instantly:
