Fake Eunuchs Sweep Across the Sixth Palace

On the first day when Xie Lang dressed as a fake eunuch, he ran into a private meeting between the imperial concubine and the bodyguard in the imperial garden. The imperial concubine's hairpin rolled to his feet, and a blood-stained voice sounded above his head: "Little gelding, what did you see?" He bowed and picked up the pearl hairpin, and his fingertips brushed across the hairpin's phoenix eyes: "I saw that the empress's phoenix hairpin was stained with dust." Three days later, the imperial concubine transferred him to Zhaoyang Palace. "You are very smart," the imperial concubine's armor scratched his Adam's apple, "but smart people usually don't live long." Xie Lang lowered his eyes and chuckled, hiding a secret letter in his sleeve—— That was what the Queen personally thrust into him this morning: "Keep an eye on that bitch for me." In his arms, he still held the jade pendant that the emperor rewarded last night: "I want you to be my eyes." --- It was almost noon, but the sun was lazily shining through the lush canopy of the trees in the imperial garden, leaving only a few stingy, beating gold specks, which could not dispel the sticky coolness that spread from the cracks in the bricks and stones. The scent of flowers floated in the air, sweet and cloying, but underneath there was a faint smell of moss and earth. Xie Lang walked quickly along the cobblestone path that was smoothed by the footsteps. The indigo eunuch robe on his body was brand new, starched and stiff, and the hard material rubbed against his skin, making him feel a little uncomfortable. There was still a bit of dizziness that didn't belong here in his mind, like seeing the world through a layer of frosted glass, shadowy. Just now at the eunuch in charge, the high-pitched voice, the complicated rules, and the cryptic looks made his chest feel tight, and he just wanted to find a secluded corner to deal with this unexpected incident.