Zu An was dumbfounded. Whoever you are, you’re right. Frogs really don’t jump while wearing pants.

He traced the source of the voice, and saw a large fatty standing in front of a pool, pointing his finger at several young eunuchs and berating them. The young eunuchs were all lying on the ground, looking like Ouyang Feng practicing the frog technique.

From their miserable expressions, however, he could tell that they were being forced into this.

The big fatty’s face was completely round. From his appearance, he didn’t seem all that smart.

Who the hell could act so arrogantly within the inner palace? This fatty was scolding those eunuchs like an elder scolding their grandsons, and the eunuchs had their heads bowed, begging for forgiveness. Not a single one of them dared show defiance.

Zu An took a closer look at what the fatty was wearing. He was draped in apricot...