Chapter 3: Eunuch 3 (Absolutely Cannot Bend)

Eunuch 3 (Absolutely Cannot Bend)

After learning about the original host's physical condition, Jiang He remained silent for several days.

He asked the system without any hope, "Does the aura on the original host target people based on gender or age?"

The system understood the host's meaning and quickly said, "Host, rest assured, this aura is not of the player‑type; it still has a sense of shame." It lowered its head silently, not daring to let the host see its gloating eyes, and added, "It is highly likely to affect only men—oh, non‑binary also counts."

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Previously, the ruthless host hit him so hard that it hurt, and the system, being mischievous, didn't tell him that since it only works on men, it has the opposite effect on women—such as being seen as a love rival.

That way there's no need to worry that the host will do bad deeds behind Lord God~~

Sure enough, its luck was good; it selected this world for the host, and the original host's "Everyone Falls in Love with Eunuchs" aura can let the host be a well‑behaved good man.

Jiang He couldn't help but fall into contemplation; no wonder he felt so discordant and strange when looking at the original host's life.

The later the dynasty, the more talent emerges, with heroic patriots sacrificing themselves to save the nation; unless the reigning emperor is a complete fool, a eunuch single‑handedly bringing down a dynasty would be overly smooth, so having such a bizarre aura wouldn't be surprising.

After obtaining the information he wanted, Jiang He once again ruthlessly locked the useless system in a little dark room.

He suddenly recalled the "digging" posts on the system forum, which said some systems are so capable that they take over the host's missions directly, allowing the host to lounge like a salted fish in a space, eat and drink, and still complete the tasks.

Whenever he saw those, he envied them to death, wondering why he never encountered such an efficient system.

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The forum's "digging" claimed some hosts are super generous, giving all the points they earn to the system to exchange skins; every single day of the 360‑day year is different. How come he never met such a generous host?

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Since learning about the original host's bizarre aura, Jiang He finally rallied himself and began scheming covertly.

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A few days later, it was heard that Character: Song Gonggong offended a noble, and his butt was directly smacked flat.

Character: Song Gonggong actually had some connections and a bit of savings, so he enlisted an intern junior physician from the Imperial Medical Institute to help prescribe medicine, unlike those junior eunuchs who couldn't even get medicine.

When the medicine was about to be applied, he bit the corner of the quilt, unable to let out a wail, causing the surrounding eunuchs to be terrified.

"I heard Character: Song Gonggong offended Consort Shufei," the eunuchs whispered, "Consort Shufei wants to see the Emperor, but the Emperor is currently strolling with Ning Cai Ren, and Character: Song Gonggong happened to pass by with a smile…"

Consort Shufei is angry because some little foot has captured the Emperor's heart; with Character: Song Gonggong grinning at that moment, who else would she strike?

At that time, Consort Shufei would pick a minor fault, have someone press a stick and beat, and the *clack* of the board sounded, making the surrounding eunuchs freeze like cicadas.

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There is no such thing as a rabbit mourning a dead fox; if the noble master looks displeasing, a beating is just routine, right? They are petty eunuchs who silently watch for any slip by the master, then help push them over, crushing them to dust.

This palace has never had a daylily, and a master's downfall comes far faster than their own servitude; they can wait and they can take revenge!

Jiang He concealed himself among the crowd, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Strange, this time Wang Gonggong is merciful and gentle? Character: Song Gonggong only got a single beating? No demotion, no exile to the laundry room?

But with his butt smashed, Character: Song Gonggong will probably be well‑behaved for a while, not constantly thinking about "men on top of men".

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A fierce gaze swept over the room full of restless junior eunuchs; he didn't know how he offended Consort Shufei, or who wielded a knife on his behalf. In this palace, he's not without backing; if he discovers who is behind the scheming, he'll definitely kill that scoundrel!

The eunuchs met his stare, all jumped in fright, and hurried away to avoid being taken out on by Character: Song Gonggong.

Don't underestimate eunuch retaliation; when a eunuch holds a grudge, his twisted nature makes his revenge especially perverse and fierce.

In the following days, everyone tried to stay away from Character: Song Gonggong as much as possible.

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A few days earlier, he covertly dealt with a eunuch named Xiao Songzi; that Character: Song Gonggong truly incites jealousy—though they're all eunuchs, how does he end up tall and robust, comparable to a normal man?

Most infuriating is that Xiao Songzi even shares a room with Xiao Hezi; Xiao Hezi's looks are something any man would understand, and it's unlikely Character: Song Gonggong could resist making a move.

During a break, Wang Gonggong learned that Jiang He was on duty and went to find him.

From afar, he saw Jiang He's figure, and with a beaming smile greeted, "Xiao Hezi, I…"

Suddenly, Wang Gonggong slipped, tumbling forward, followed by a sharp "tink" sound, quite piercing.

The passing palace maids and eunuchs nearby stopped; seeing Wang Gonggong take a massive tumble, their faces twitched wildly, holding back laughter.

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Wang Gonggong's face twisted in pain; he lay there unable to move. A stone lay on the ground, and his upper thigh struck it directly, feeling a pain even a testicle would know.

His complexion turned grim, he strained to keep his face composed, daring not to rub the spot on his thigh.

The passing junior palace maids blushed and spat, "Your undergarment is exposed, how shameless!"

"Wang Gonggong, are you okay?" the other eunuchs shouted in alarm, rushing over to help him.

After being helped up, Wang Gonggong stood upright, legs clenched, forcing himself to endure the pain, his eyes dark and fierce as they scanned the surroundings to locate the culprit behind his fall.

Suddenly, his gaze halted, noticing a distinct oil stain in the puddle of water on the floor.

Whenever a master in the palace announces good news, the floor ends up with many oil stains, and the good news quickly turns into a miscarriage.

Wang Gonggong roared, "Who did this?"

This must be a conspiracy; which master intends harm against which master? Could any master in the palace have good news?

The first time the poisonous wine the Emperor was to drink was knocked over, the second time the Consort was knocked down, narrowly avoiding an incoming hidden weapon.

"Yes!" the junior eunuch affirmed.

The system admired the host's spirit of fearing neither hardship, fatigue, nor stench; he truly progressed step by step, getting promotions and raises, moving from Place: Grand Dormitory to a four‑person room.

If a beauty becomes pregnant, the Emperor would surely be overjoyed; but if the beauty gets pregnant and then accidentally loses it…

Which tasker is like its host?

Jiang He sympathized with the first tasker for a few seconds, then suggested, "You should find a gay man, make love and build together, and you could leave a timeless legend."

A Fu clumsily handed over the broom; she also didn't understand why her knees had suddenly gone weak when she was serving dishes earlier.

Jiang He took it as a compliment; bearing such an aura, it's truly too hard for him to remain an ordinary junior eunuch!

After all, a few days ago he happened to secretly deal with Character: Song Gonggong; a while earlier he dealt with a palace maid named Liu Zhi; and even earlier, who did he lay a black hand on?

The system said, "Still, host, you're impressive; up to now everyone who plotted against you has had it rough."

Fortunately the boiled meat slices only had a little soup spilled, the meat inside is still there, and the Noble Consort didn't mind much.

The point is: Noble Consort! Slip of the hand! Not on purpose!

"Details decide success or failure!" Jiang He said casually while chatting with the system, "Tell me about the situation of the first two taskers."

He was still weighing the pros and cons, when the increasingly severe pain beneath him pulled his thoughts back, making him gasp in pain.

He felt he couldn't stay any longer, otherwise he'd be dragged onto the dragon bed; the mission could fail, but he absolutely couldn't give up!

Wang Gonggong didn't understand her meaning; he stared gloomily at the palace maid for a while.

A Fu dropped the food while serving; this kind of thing isn't surprising at all, it's not the first time.

Two consecutive failures are simply heartbreaking.

This palace maid is called A Fu, famous in the palace, named for her reckless nature; normally someone so incompetent would have been dismissed by the master, but A Fu's recklessness brings her luck.

Yet in an instant he had already weighed the pros and cons.

After the Imperial Physician examined her, he said gravely, "You have a bone fracture! Best to stay in bed for half a month."

Jiang He leisurely lay in the shadow of the Huangong's main hall roof, snacking while admiring the moon in the sky.

Like an inconspicuous eunuch in a feudal society, he looks nothing like a privileged tasker.

"You mean, A Fu met a hometown guy called Little Orange in the Imperial Kitchen? Little Orange and Little Songzi are close?" Wang Gonggong's eyes flashed with light.

In the palace there are no people with poor reading ability; those too poor don't live long.

Everyone around is afraid of being taken as the one who caused Wang Gonggong to fall, so they quickly step away.

Seeing Wang Gonggong's miserable state, she repeatedly apologized, "Sir, I'm really sorry, Noble Consort suddenly wanted boiled meat slices, I slipped and dropped it… I didn't mean to!"

Wang Gonggong endured the pain, flattered A Fu for a while, until he sent her away, then after returning finally went to see the Imperial Physician.

The system dryly laughed, "After all, with that aura, it's normal for the New Emperor to fall for a tasker, right? The first tasker endured until the New Emperor's ascension suicide already hit the limit…"

Its voice was full of worship; the first two taskers had early found targets and backers, shining and becoming the palace's storm, while its host still dressed in drab gray, hiding in the Place: Inner Palace, even their scheming stays low‑key.

Wang Gonggong could almost imagine the upcoming storm of blood and wind.

"So the second tasker is a gay!" the system said without a hint of fluctuation, "He's also a Sea King! As a result, to fight for him, princes, generals, Top Scholars were reduced to dogs, then the Barbarians invaded and wiped everything out in one go."

The palace's shifting fortunes, one drama after another, dazzles the eyes.

He was somewhat curious how those two taskers failed.

Wang Gonggong's face instantly fell; he couldn't serve Consort Shu for half a month, would Consort Shu have a new favorite?

The Emperor, as a creature, most needs to prove he's not old; this year he kept running to the Place: Inner Palace, but unfortunately got nothing—nothing at all.

Two lifesaving favors made the Emperor and the Noble Consort think this palace maid was a lucky master, even changing her name to A Fu, showing how much they valued her.

At this moment, a palace maid with plump, jade‑like features and great luck hurried over holding a broom.

Everyone in the palace has paranoia; Wang Gonggong again fell into conspiracy theory, wondering if someone wants to use A Fu's hand to get rid of him?

The first tasker was a steel straight man; after learning the mission failed, he felt especially aggrieved.

The system said, "The methods of the two taskers are actually similar: they quickly befriended the chosen Prince, then raised funds and plotted for him, secretly poisoned the Emperor and other Princes, finally letting him ascend smoothly! See, isn't that quite successful? Wait, seems after the first tasker committed suicide, the New Emperor also suicided, so the mission failed…"

Jiang He twitched the corner of his mouth, what the heck, a male‑male version of the Butterfly Lovers?

By the end, the system couldn't help but sigh.

Wang Gonggong thought more and more something was wrong, asking the people beside him.

"Great!" Wang Gonggong touched his own leg, laughing instead of angry, "You really think we've gone vegetarian, everyone just wait and see!"

The palace hasn't had any good news from the master for over a year; he serves Consort Shu, knows the old Emperor's panic; even if a man lives to eighty, he still wants to hold his son, of course the son may not be important, the point is to prove his sword is still sharp.

Wang Gonggong thought a lot inside, started conspiracy theories, feeling he was suffering for which pregnant master he represented.

Wang Gonggong put on a smiling face, beamed, snatched the broom from A Fu's hand, flattery: "Miss A Fu, how could you do such rough work? Let the younger ones do it, let the younger ones!"

Wang Gonggong's backing Consort Shu would never dare to clash with the big‑red figure A Fu in front of the Emperor and Noble Consort!

The summer Huangong is stifling; even if he now doesn't sleep in the Place: Grand Dormitory, switching to a four‑person room, that cramped space is still unbearably hot.

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