As the sun rose, Mu Yan felt that such a relaxed start into the day was quite good.
He stood up and walked to the door, his children following behind.
When he stepped out, he saw a rather empty street, yet there were two people waiting up front.
They carried blue swords at their waist, the air around them cold and aloof, their focus entirely on him.
Mu Yan paid them no attention, walking by.
When these two saw this, they stepped forward to block him, their aura becoming somewhat menacing,
"Are you an eunuch?" one of them asked directly.
"Isn't it obvious?" the agent behind him replied, "Why do you stand in the way of an eunuch? Every eunuch carries royal authority and immunity."
"Hmph, if it was a third-stage eunuch in red robes, he would indeed possess royal authority. But a second-stage eunuch is just a servant, why should we respect him?"
