The moonlight was cold, and the inside and outside of the Western Depot were exceptionally quiet, as if the entire mansion and every inch of corners were sinking into a pool of stagnant water, without waves.
In a wing-room of the courtyard, two young guards of the Western Depot were sitting around a little eunuch, drinking and chatting at the table.
After a burst of laughter, a guard rubbed the tears from his eyes as he laughed and asked in amazement.
"Lord Deng, is what you said true? Is it true that the ugly maid framed Nian Zizhen?
"Of course, how could I make up stories to confuse you?"
The little eunuch looked fifteen or sixteen years old. He picked up two slender eyebrows and answered firmly.
Then he raised his glass and sent a mouthful of wine to his mouth. He swallowed it int
