The Prince of Xiang died, but Cao Yunping had already fled and was now ten-some li away by the shore of the Luo River.
Even from such a distance, the people in the palace could still hear his voice trembling in fear as it repeated, "Your Majesty, spare my life!"
Eunuch Lin's face was pale.
Tonight was the sole stain on his life.
But he was still Eunuch Lin, and he knew what the words 'moral integrity' meant. He could not be as shameless as Cao Yunping and grovel on the floor to plead for his life.
He turned his palm and slapped it down to the top of his head, at the same time reversing the flow of his true essence as he prepared to finish himself off. He acted with extreme determination, leaving himself no chance of survival.
But his palm stopped at the top of his head, and his true essence seemed to freeze in his meridians, unable to surge into his Ethereal Palace.
"Leave. Don't come back to the palace. This… is not that good of a place."
Yuren said to him.