He held Eunuch Li in his arms and stood up.
He pressed his face tightly against his, trying to warm him. His tears soaked Eunuch Li’s cheeks. He felt such reluctance; he wanted to keep holding him close, unable to pull away. The heartache, the sorrow, the agony—there were no words to describe it.
How worthy of respect and admiration he was. A legendary hero of the martial arts world. Why had he been willing to stay in the Imperial Palace? How had he endured such loneliness? And why had he been willing to suffer castration?
He had so many, many questions he wanted to ask him. In his heart, he kept crying out: "Master, you must hold on. Little Ding still has so much to tell you. Little Ding still has so many gifts to give you. Perhaps I have the ability to restore your manhood. When I become Emperor, I will make you my Chief Eunuch."
Chapter 112