“Your Majesty, I have a gift for you.”

The eunuch who entered said to you, bowing. In his hands was a bundle of expensive fabrics, carefully hidden with thin painted paper. Of course it was a luxurious gift; perhaps such silk could cost an entire small palace. But on the paper it was not written who it was from.

"Where should I put it?"

Zhenshi asked you, tilting his head. The guards always let him through without questions or checks. The Emperor trusted him.