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... ore, crying and complaining all along the way.

They served people, sure, but generally, eunuchs weren’t asked to carry heavy objects!

“Shut up! Shut up!”

The head eunuch, in a fit of rage, shouted, “I haven’t complained yet!”

Wasn’t he tired too? He was about to collapse!

Looking up at the seemingly endless road, carrying the box, the head eunuch could almost hear his well-maintained arms, legs, and spine groaning in pain.

Master, instead of copper ...

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