Chapter 95

The elderly attendant's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp. He opened his mouth, stammering, "I-I-I… I-I-I…" for half a day but couldn't manage to get the rest of the words out.

"Save the stammering for later." QingWu lightly nudged his shoe with her foot. "Get up and get to work."

He immediately scrambled to his feet, his head hanging low, not daring to meet her gaze.

Right now, he just wanted to slap himself.

He hadn't bashed that old eunuch's head in to stand up for QingWu!

The truth was that the eunuch had been running his mouth, saying all sorts of nasty things—claiming that the Dread King's wife didn't look like someone proper, that she had the face of a seductress, the aura of a calamity-bringer, and didn't seem like an auspicious person at all.

He'd even muttered that the chaos in the Eastern Palace today might have been caused by her, calling her a bad omen.