"If we send those servants, they will be trembling with fear, unable to serve properly, and might anger that monster, which could lead to the palace being bathed in blood."
After explaining the situation roughly to the two, the old eunuch sighed.
"So it's up to you now, and me, after all, none of us could die even if we wanted to. If he truly kills us, maybe it could be considered a relief... Let's just treat this as loyalty to the Emperor."
Loyalty...?
Shan Bing and Jiang Wenyuan exchanged a glance, growing increasingly confused.
A War Soldier who was imprisoned for killing an officer, awaiting execution, and a constable from Yizhou City who mingled daily with people from all walks of life—if one claimed these two could possess any loyalty to the young emperor, it would be more believable to trust a stray dog on the road. Yet now, at least at this moment, for people who didn't even know the reason to continue living, there seemed to be no reason to refuse such a task.
