Only one place remained cold and silent.
The Cold Palace.
Zhou Yi stood at the entrance, nostalgia washing over him, as he remembered the days he would lie on the steps reading.
In the blink of an eye, three years had gone by. The nameless and lowly attendant had become the illustrious Supervisor of the Three Bureaus, the Inspectorate Official.
"How the world changes, life is unpredictable!"
Zhou Yi sighed, stepping inside, and the first person he saw upon entering was the old eunuch lying on the steps.
Old Lu had aged even more, his white hair sparse, his body feeble and shaky. He slowly turned his head at the sound of footsteps, his cloudy eyes dim and lifeless.
"Who's there?"
"It's Little Yi, I've come to see you."
Zhou Yi approached the steps, removed his purple robe, and lay down beside Old Lu.
"It's you, kid."
Old Lu exclaimed in surprise, "The fearsome Eunuch Zhou, what brings you to our humble abode?"