In the thick, syrupy darkness, Noble Lady Gu's eyes were like a thin sheet of ice in the arctic. Beneath their clear, shimmering, cold light, no one knew how vast an iceberg lay hidden.
The little eunuch, who was picked up like a baby chick, shivered and forced himself to continue the act. "You... you look just like the woman who pushed me down the well back then... It was you... It was you who harmed me..."
He had been castrated as a child, so his voice was naturally high and thin. By flattening it slightly, he could affect a feminine tone. Clearly, he intended to see the "female ghost, who died unjustly in the depths of the late Emperor's palace years ago and has now mistaken her killer" script through to the end.
"Nonsense! My mistress has been in the Imperial Palace for less than a year. How could she possibly be the one who harmed you?" Zhenqiu couldn't help but retort.
In this situation, offering an explanation was the inferior move.
