Chapter 27: with translation of chapter title

Eunuch 27 (Fourth Prince can't)

Recently, Yang Gonggong's days have been unpleasant.

Not only is he often picked on by higher-ranking eunuchs, he is also rebuked by nobles, as if nothing he does goes smoothly.

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The Fourth Prince obviously loathes him; instead of killing him outright, he chose to use this soft-knife, flesh-cutting method, slowly grinding him until he could no longer bear it.

Around noon, Yang Gonggong's stomach was growling with hunger.

He opened the door with a gloomy face, and what met his eyes was the table in the common hall they had specially left for the two of them, with a pot of orchids in full bloom placed on it.

No need to ask; this is orchid cultivated personally by Jiang He.

Little He has a special talent for cultivating precious flowers, and has also won the favor of many consorts such as the Noble Consort, Virtuous Consort, and Gentle Consort.

Unlike him, he is not skilled in cooking or gardening, only knows a few characters; without the Fourth Prince, he would never have a chance to rise.

Heaven is just so unfair; Yang Gonggong considers himself handsome and smart, and when he first learned to read, everyone said he was material for study; yet he was sold by his stepmother to become a eunuch in the palace.

These years, he has been cautious and risked everything to climb up, never expecting to fall due to his own impatience.

He should have waited more patiently, and only after climbing to a higher position should he have acted against his biological father and stepmother's family.

Because he acted too harshly toward them, the superior who originally wanted to promote him discovered it, then doubted his conduct, which is why these years he has been unable to rise.

Yang Gonggong anxiously grabbed his hair, filled with regret.

Why is he so impatient? When he heard the news that his stepmother's son had been sent to the academy, he flew into a rage and recklessly destroyed her hopes.

He believes he did nothing wrong; if one repays resentment with virtue, how then to repay virtue?

The orchids on the table bloom fresh and beautiful, as if gathering the spiritual essence of the entire spring.

Yang Gonggong, however, grew angrier the more he looked; if he also had Jiang He's abilities, and if the consorts favored him, he would certainly not stay put in the Imperial Flower Bureau, messing with dirt, but would seize every opportunity to strive upward, so that no one would dare look down on him!

Until that pot of orchids was unknowingly pinched all over the table, Yang Gonggong finally came to his senses.

His heart gave a jolt, then he let out a cold laugh.

He had thought Little He was weak and inept, but unexpectedly he was a tiger hiding as a pig, and had actually schemed against him; if he really were to die, he would definitely drag Little He down with him.

Yang Gonggong's eyes flashed with madness; he sprang to his feet, then his body stiffened.

The movement was too large; the spot tormented by the Fourth Prince ached as if it would split open.

Although several days have passed, I don't know if it's because the torment was too fierce, but the wound on his body has not healed.

Yang Gonggong, face full of shame, took out a medicine packet and sneaked back to his room to light the stove.

The palace does have ready-made ointments, but he fears the Fourth Prince will send people to watch him, so he dares not ask directly; he can only have someone fetch some medicinal ingredients for him to boil himself.

His physical discomfort, combined with recent misfortune, and the double fatigue of body and spirit, made Yang Gonggong's complexion very gloomy.

Regarding these things that happened to him, Yang Gonggong will not blame himself for being too ambitious; he only hates that the Fourth Prince trampled him, and also hates Jiang He for having that alluring face that attracts men and women alike, which drew the wolfishly ambitious Fourth Prince, causing him to encounter this.

Before the medicine was finished boiling, Yang Gonggong felt something wrong with his stomach; his face instantly changed and he staggered toward the latrine.

Since that incident, his rear has been torn and bleeding, causing him these days to dare not use the latrine, and even to eat less if possible, to avoid worsening the injury.

But constantly holding it in is not a solution; people have three urgencies, which cannot be transferred by will.

Yang Gonggong had just left when Jiang He returned.

Upon seeing the orchid petals scattered all over the table, his expression instantly turned grim.

Although not considered precious, this is what he painstakingly grew.

The system probed, 'Host, you didn't close the window today; were your flowers torn by a wild cat?'

"Idiot, look closely at the claw marks." Jiang He twitched his nose, smelling the medicinal scent in the air, "Sanqi, honeysuckle, sea wind vine... all are anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving."

The Three-Colored Cat perched at the window understood, then proceeded to disdain.

Yang Gonggong's condition is painless when unblocked, but painful when unblocked; a pitiful person must have something hateful about them.

Jiang He came to Yang Gonggong's room, saw the small stove where the medicine was boiling, and with a grin added an ingredient to the pot.

The system, seeing this, quickly shrank its head.

So whoever you provoke, just never provoke a eunuch; eunuchs are petty and hold grudges, otherwise how could there be the saying 'dead eunuch'?

After covering the lid of the medicine pot, Jiang He heard footsteps outside, calmly left, and returned to his own room.

Yang Gonggong walked in with steps so painful he could barely bear it.

Jiang He, looking through the crack in the door, saw Yang Gonggong's state and knew he had been squatting in the latrine for a long time.

Its front paw had just stepped into the palace when its hind paw received news from within.

The system had no hope: 'Host, the lodging conditions in the palace are tight; Yang Gonggong is gone, and soon someone else will move in.'

This matter made the Fourth Prince's consort very unhappy; this poor wretch not leaving the mansion, how can she go meet her lover?

Yang Gonggong lost decorum before the emperor; the enraged old emperor had him dragged out and beheaded; it is said his corpse was bloody and incontinent, and those handling it almost vomited.

Although his selfish nature tells him that any position is fine as long as it brings pleasure.

The Fourth Prince's consort couldn't help but worry; nowadays, pretty, fair-skinned little white faces aren't safe, and she hadn't expected those muscular hunks to be unsafe either?

"Host, when will you deal with Yang Gonggong?"

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Although the Fourth Prince desperately tries to conceal his physical condition, how could he hide it from the attendants who serve him closely?

Yang Gonggong inside the room heard the neighboring door close, gave a cold snort, and drank the cooled medicine.

The system knows that whenever the host's own interests are involved, he acts quickly, but it didn't expect it to be this fast.

Jiang He, full of confidence: "This is no problem; scientifically creating ghosts, the house is mine alone."

After resting at noon, Yang Gonggong continued to go out and work.

Tonight he still needs to go out to check accounts; he has shops on all streets east, west, south, north of the capital, mainly to gather information, making money is secondary.

The Fourth Prince, tormented by these two matters into a confused state, could only lock himself in his room.

However, over thirty years of princely education prevented him from losing the prince's dignity and honor; he mingles with the young scribe, and although it would be despised by the world, it only makes his face look bad.

Clearly, he prefers underage girls and delicate, handsome youths, but lately, for some unknown reason, his body feels an inexplicable urge, needing some strong, robust men.

Upon learning the truth, the Fourth Prince's consort's beautiful face twisted.

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The moment the idea arose, the Fourth Prince felt as if struck by lightning.

Recently, he spends the day in the greenhouse and at night goes to the Cold Palace, hardly ever staying in his room, lest he be overwhelmed by the scent from Yang Gonggong.

The Fourth Prince recently feels that his body is very off.

A real man should be lofty; those who submit beneath men are all soft‑legged shrimp, effeminate!

The System has continuously monitored the Fourth Prince's residence, finding that the Fourth Prince is being heavily tormented, even banging his head against the wall, and it can't help but shake its head in silence.

The Fourth Prince's consort is not foolish either; she notices that the Fourth Prince has indeed been off lately, how could this reincarnated lecherous Fourth Prince suddenly become celibate and austere?

He couldn't help but make a cold face; being so smelly, he still dares to pinch the orchid he uses to eliminate odors, and doesn't fear that he will scent others.

When he notices that everyone passing by him is dodging and shying away, he becomes extremely angry; one after another, a face full of disdain—what does that mean?

If his preference for being beneath men were to spread, it would not only ruin his own reputation but also tear the royal family's face off for others to trample.

So previously she only had to endure the Fourth Prince keeping a young scribe, but now she must also watch him keep a hulking strongman?

Perhaps because of this, the Fourth Prince's consort finds that these maidservants are easy to bribe, and quickly learns what is happening to the Fourth Prince.

Due to the Fourth Prince's peculiar tastes, the maidservants attending him are each as calm as still water, having no improper thoughts toward him; moreover, because the Fourth Prince despises women, although he does not kill the maidservants, he never shows a kind expression, and mental oppression has never been lacking.

However, now that he earns too much silver, it seems to attract the covetous eyes of those princes, one by one they become restless, wanting to become bandits.

He drinks a bitter medicine that makes him doubt life in one gulp; after a long while he removes his clothes to apply the medicine, and the doctor says the medicine is best taken internally and applied topically.

The host of this household is not only stingy but also petty; anyone who offends him meets a terrible fate.

"Almost there," Jiang He says while looking at the ledger, "Very soon I can enjoy the world alone, and you won't have to hide and conceal yourself."

Oh dear, her brother Feng is tiger‑backed and bear‑waisted, a body of sinewy flesh, full of manliness, truly too dangerous.

Fearing any mishap, she has someone bribe the maidservants attending the Fourth Prince to investigate the situation.

Jiang He sneers; this won't do, he must talk about life with those princes, letting them know that coveting others' belongings is wrong.

Jiang He cheerfully audits accounts in the imperial city; not far from him, in the Fourth Prince's residence, the Fourth Prince is questioning his life.

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The most terrifying thing for him is that while he was mingling with the young scribe in the study, he suddenly realized he could no longer perform.

Striking the snake at the seventh inch, the host each time can precisely hit the enemy's weak point, making them suffer unbearable pain.

The System Cat constantly complains that it dislikes perching by the window or under the bed; a unique cat deity like it should be on the rooftop!

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