Synopsis
As a eunuch, Tian Qi's ba zi* was harder than diamond-plated gold drill — it had already sent three masters to an early grave. The Emperor knew this. He didn't care. He had her stationed at Qian Qing Palace anyway. His Majesty looked every bit the refined gentleman. Acted nothing like one. A hooligan in imperial robes, basically. Case in point: he once pressed a hand to Tian Qi's lower abdomen and became very, very curious about how flat it was down there... *八字 a Feng Shui term referring to one's date and time of birth, the destiny one is…
