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The power struggles within the palace do not affect His Majesty.
With just a nod or a word at a critical moment, he determines the fates of many.
After all, the eunuchs are but household slaves; letting them fight amongst themselves ensures they remain even more loyal to their master.
It was in the depths of winter.
Within the Imperial Garden, the cold wind howled, and bare branches swayed.
Zhou Yi stood beside a pavilion, dressed in the unchanging thin garb of all seasons, protected by the profoundly thick True Qi, he felt not the cold.
He leaned slightly forward, continuously cycling the Epiphyllum Treasure Tome within his body.
This was a skill he had only recently grasped; he was no longer bound to the seated meditative posture, and regardless of walking, sitting, or lying down, he was always circulating his cultivation technique.
As the True Qi grew inexorably, Zhou Yi could not even clearly articulate its substantial nature.