Chen Jianchou gazed at Sikong Guang before him, emotions churning beneath his calm exterior.0

Sikong Guang did not regard Chen Jianchou seriously. He leaned lazily against his chair, filing his nails while smirking. “I didn’t expect there’d be a rat sneaking about in the dead of night. Who sent you?”0

Naturally, Chen Jianchou did not respond.0

Sikong Guang chuckled softly. “No need to answer. I already know. Chen Jianqiu must have put you up to this, didn’t she? You men are all the same. All it takes is a pretty face giving you a few words of admiration for you lot to march through fire and blades for her, risking your lives. Should I call it stupidity or naivety?0

Hearing this, Chen Jianchou finally spoke, “You talk as though you’re a man. Oh wait, you’re not one, are you?”0

These words were a jab to any eunuch’s pride. Chen Jianchou had said this deliberately to provoke him. Since he knew he had no means of escape for now, he would not just sit by and wait for death. To survive, he had to create a disturbance and force a change, however slim the chance.0

But Sikong Guang’s...0