Heaven Capital City, Imperial Palace.
An old man, dressed in a bright yellow silk robe, lay curled up on a short bed, covered with a blanket, his eyes gently closed, breathing steadily.
The old eunuch beside him adjusted the blanket for the old man, standing quietly and softly by the bed, watching the old man.
The eunuch was already very old, and his originally not-so-tall body had shrunk a lot, yet his pair of hands remained strong, folded within his sleeves. His clothing was a deep, dark purple with a hint of red, embroidered with the best craftsmanship into hidden python patterns.
In the entire Imperial Palace, only two eunuchs could afford to wear clothing of such specifications.
