Gui Hu's gaze was deep as he looked ahead.
The old eunuch from the Spiritual Weapon Repository lit an oil lamp and sneakily pried open a tile on the floor.
Beneath the tile, neat stacks of silver notes were placed.
The greatest pleasure of this old eunuch from the Spiritual Weapon Repository was counting Silver Tael.
As soon as night fell, he would close the door of the Spiritual Weapon Repository and start counting his Silver.
The low-grade poor devil earlier didn't have much to take, fortunately, the Empress rewarded him with a few hundred taels.
All of this was witnessed by Gui Hu.
Gui Hu's lips curled, revealing a wicked smile.
Old thing, dare to bully his little hen.
The old eunuch's suppression of Xin Lin, Gui Hu had seen it all.
Xin Lin, who was usually so carefree, actually endured in silence?
In Gui Hu's view, the little hen was only allowed to be bullied by him till it squawked; as for others, don't even think about it.
Huh?
