Jia Shijiu sat to the right of Zhao Wujiang, a sharp glint flickering within his turbid eyes while the long scar on his slender cheek twitched uncontrollably.
He was among the very first to learn of Zhao Wujiang's identity as a eunuch. He simply couldn't understand: didn't eunuchs only enter the palace driven by desperate family poverty? How could someone from a destitute background have attended a private school or come into contact with classical texts and poetry?
Even if Lord Zhao had somehow absorbed literary talent in the palace, studying the vast collection of texts in the Secretariat to build a literary foundation, so what?
Chapter 70