"Slave... slave..." The eunuch's body trembled even more violently. He couldn't even utter the two words "slave" without stuttering.
"What did the Third Brother do to make you so terrified?" Zhao Yao squatted down, asking with concern and curiosity, "Did the Third Brother hit you?"
"No... no... third... third..."
Zhao Yao saw the cold sweat on the eunuch's forehead and face, dripping down in large droplets.
"Did the Third Brother abuse you?"
The eunuch suddenly stood up and took a few hurried steps back, distancing himself from Zhao Yao. His face was pale, his eyes filled with fear, and his lips trembled: "Your... Your Highness, this slave still has matters to attend to, I'll take my leave now." After saying this, he ran away from Zhao Yao as if escaping for his life.
With a bang, the eunuch, too rushed to notice his path, fell hard to the ground. Zhao Yao was about to go over and help him up, but he continued to stumble forward before disappearing from Zhao Yao's sight.
