A maid handed a jar of ointment to Eunuch Yu.
Lu Zhaoyan said, "Your legs are not as nimble as before. You're getting old. Leave the matters around Father to your adopted sons; there's no need to personally handle everything."
Eunuch Yu felt a warmth in his heart. "Thank you, Your Highness."
Though he always claimed all six princes were his little masters, fingers of a hand are not all the same length—how could he not play favorites?
He was a eunuch with certain unspeakable ailments. Only His Highness would send him medicine, and only His Highness didn't resent him for being unclean.
"Your Highness."
He held the jar tightly. "The State Preceptor has entered the palace."
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Star-picking Tower.
Emperor Liang and Gongsun Yanming were seated together at a vantage point, as though immersed in a sea of stars.
A small table was placed before them.
Gongsun Yanming had just finished a divination.
