He seemed to be weighed down by a mountain, but he wasn't Sun Wukong. Even if he were Sun Wukong, wasn't he also imprisoned under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years...?

After being a lackey for so many years, my biggest occupational hazard is weak legs. It could also be that my back hurts from standing for too long, or that the carpet under my feet is too soft and kneeling would be more comfortable.

Xia Yi knelt down again with a thud, her hands from palms to elbows pressed to the ground, not daring to look up at the fat orange's face.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. My loyalty to Your Majesty is as clear as day!"

"Although Prince Dun is impulsive and his emotions are easily seen, his wife is strict in managing the household, and the servants who can attend to him closely must be long-time servants."

"This servant has also spent a lot of effort to recently uncover these things. However, I have not yet obtained concrete evidence. Many details are still open to discussion, so I dare not report to His Majesty rashly."

"But most of these things were at Prince Dun's behest. Even if he didn't give the order, he must have tacitly approved them."

After she finished speaking, Xia Yi felt a burning gaze fixed on her.

It seemed as if one had to see through his clothes, skin, and bones to see if what he said was sincere.

Heaven is my witness, the Sticky Rod Office under his jurisdiction is not fundamentally different from the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot of the previous dynasty.

On the contrary, due to past lessons, manpower, funding, and power were extremely limited. As servants who handled the dirty work for the emperor, it was a case of "a new emperor, a new court."

He wished that the fat orange tree could last forever; as long as the fat orange tree was still in power, he would be a good bird with a tree to perch on.

If Big Fatty Orange were to pass away one day, then the leader of the Sticky Pole Office would have reached the end of his life.

The cause of death was that he knew too many secrets. Once they were leaked, they would affect the image of the late emperor as wise and powerful, and the new emperor would not tolerate them!

After a long while, the big orange cat said, "Get up. Now that we've found the beginning and the end, let's quickly find all the evidence."

"Have someone keep a close eye on Prince Dun and his entourage. Report any unusual activity to me immediately, understand?"

Xia Yi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, "This servant understands... understands."

The chubby orange said, "Good, you can leave now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Xia Yi retreated out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Su Peisheng went up to him as soon as he saw him, wanting to exchange a few words of greeting.

By the light of the lanterns hanging high at the entrance, it was discovered that Xia Yi's forehead was covered in beads of sweat the size of mung beans. Xia Yi noticed this as well and was wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

Su Peisheng asked, "Lord Xia, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Yi's voice sounded as if he had narrowly escaped death. He was an assassin, but he was also afraid of dying.

"It's nothing, it was my own carelessness. Thank you for your concern, Eunuch Su. There's no one inside right now. Eunuch Su, you should go in and serve His Majesty."

Seeing that Xia Yi's mouth was so tight, Su Peisheng decided against probing further. In any case, he could guess the general idea from the Emperor's every move.

If I say anything more now, Xia Yi might start to suspect something.

Su Peisheng said, "Then I'll go in first."

"Xiao Xiazi, send Master Xia out."

Xiazi replied, "Yes, Master."

"Lord Xia, this way please."

Xia Yi's mood had calmed down considerably, and she looked much better than when she first came out, becoming no different from usual.

He straightened his chest and said to Xiaxiazi, "Thank you for your trouble."

Su Peisheng had no idea what the fat orange cat and he had talked about while Xia Yi was in the bedroom.

But it must be something extremely important, otherwise Xia Yi wouldn't have come out looking like that.

Therefore, Su Peisheng was extra careful, fearing that if he wasn't careful, he would become the target of Da Pang Ju's anger.

Seeing the fat orange cat in this state, Su Peisheng felt distressed.

"Your Majesty, there is an early court session tomorrow. This servant will help you to rest."

Big Orange was silent for a moment. He hadn't had a moment's peace all day, and he was indeed a little sleepy.

I was preoccupied with something just now, and I forced myself to finish giving Xia Yi instructions. Now I feel dizzy and lightheaded, completely confused and don't know what's going on.

The chubby orange said, "Go and bring me a bowl of medicine. I will drink it before I go to bed."

Su Peisheng said, "Yes, this servant will have someone bring the medicine right away."

After drinking his medicine, the chubby orange fell into a deep sleep; it was already midnight.

The next day, at the usual time when Big Fat Orange would wake up, there was no movement from inside the dragon bed.

Su Peisheng found it strange, but considering how much he had worked up yesterday, and that Da Pang Ju had even taken medicine, it was normal for him to sleep a little longer.

Occasionally, if the chubby orange cat has a minor illness, he will sleep in for an extra half hour the next day. He has always been diligent in his duties and gets up early, so sleeping in a little longer will not delay the morning court session.

So Su Peisheng didn't go over to call him, but just leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, yawning from time to time.

Sigh, it's not easy being a high-ranking eunuch who serves so closely...

The emperor was diligent, but he had to be even more diligent than the emperor!