First: just how intimidated was he by the “fox strategist”? And second: Really?
“I grant there are many who wouldn’t smile upon it,” the old eunuch said. He looked into the distance for a second, then glanced at Maomao. “Do be wary.”
“I’m well aware,” the Emperor said.
“I know you are, Majesty,” the eunuch said, this time looking at Jinshi. “Do be wary,” he repeated.
Jinshi nodded without a word.
Just who is this guy? Maomao wondered. Simply a eunuch who had found favor with the Emperor? It didn’t matter. Maomao foresaw nothing good in knowing the answer. Maybe it doesn’t matter who he is. She would leave well enough alone. Ignorance, as they said, was bliss.
She was ignorant of something else, as well, however: that she would yet have cause to regret what she didn’t know.