The Human Emperor (1-200)

C172: Eunuch Gao!

Hualala!

Wang Chong woke up to the sound of several pairs of footsteps. Of these footsteps, there was a particular set that sounded exceptionally powerful and clear. Lifting his head, he saw a bright radiance at the very end of the dark passageway of the imperial prison.

Wang Chong had never felt such an aura before. Grand, powerful, and radiant, like the sun that illuminated the world.

“Who are they?”

Wang Chong widened his eyes in astonishment.

In just a short moment, a pair of cloud-embroidered shoes appeared before Wang Chong. The owner of the shoes was a towering eunuch dressed in a cloud-embroidered yellow robe. He was extremely plump, reminiscent of the Maitreya.

(Maitreya -> 弥勒佛; the Chinese interpretation of Maitreya’s appearance is very different from other locations)

Standing behind him were several other eunuchs, Chamberlains of Imperial Insignia, and prison guards. All of them seemed to regard him as their leader.

“This person…”

Wang Chong’s eyebrows twitched as he stared at this plump and amiable eunuch in bewilderment. Regardless of whether it was his previous life or his current life, he had never met this person before.

Nevertheless, Wang Chong’s instincts told him that this person had a massive background.

“Hehehe, Wang gongzi has suffered. I’ve come to visit you as a representative of His Majesty.”

That plump eunuch walked up to Wang Chong’s cell with a warm smile on his face. He seemed to possess a mysterious quality that made one feel intimate with him, as though one was his kin or bosom buddy.

“Gonggong, you’re being too polite.”

Wang Chong replied with composure, but a bizarre feeling was welling up in his heart.

“Hehe, gongzi, how do you find the conditions here?”

That plump eunuch asked.

“What does gonggong think?”

Wang Chong flashed a bitter smile.

“Hehe, it’s not a big deal for youngsters like you to suffer a little. Only after suffering some pain will one mature to shoulder huge responsibilities.”

The plump eunuch looked around the gloomy and dark ‘imperial prison’ as he chuckled.

Of course it’s easy for you to say so!

——This was the only thought Wang Chong had in mind.

Despite that, Wang Chong had a good impression of this eunuch.

“Gongzi, is the food still alright?”

The plump eunuch continued asking.

“The food is not bad.”

Wang Chong nodded. Despite the standard prisoner meals in the imperial prison being leftovers, even moldy at times, Wang Chong had never suffered such injustice.

Zhou Xing would always have a separate meal delivered specially for Wang Chong. This was also the main reason why Wang Chong was still able to cope in here.

“That’s good.”

The plump eunuch nodded. He continued asking a whole bunch of things, and even though Wang Chong was confused, he answered the questions one by one patiently. This head eunuch felt very different from anyone he had met before.