Chapter 7: Eunuch 7 (The Royal Family Is Beyond Cure)

Eunuch 7 (The Royal Family Is Beyond Cure)

The eunuchs in the Huangong work methodically; the affairs of the previous dynasty have nothing to do with these low‑ranking Place: Inner Palace servants.

Of course, it isn't entirely unrelated—those Place: Inner Palace consorts' flower‑viewing and willow‑watching amusements are forced to pause, and they dare not show any hint of joy, lest the emperor who has lost his son take his anger out on them.

With those consorts gone, the eunuchs' work proceeds more smoothly; no favored beauty can order them aside.

By day, Jiang He is just an inconspicuous junior eunuch in the Place: Inner Palace.

The sun is bright today, and Jiang He is tending a orchid; the Place: Inner Palace has been quiet lately, and his nerves finally get a moment of relaxation.

Little does he know that this relaxation catches Character: Song Gonggong's eye hidden among the blossoms.

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Character: Song Gonggong is stunned; he knows that when Xiao Hezi was still a child, he was already very good‑looking, with striking features.

Now he has grown into a teenager, and his face has become the sort that could topple a nation.

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Character: Song Gonggong shook his sleeves and walked over, scanning Jiang He's body with a greasy gaze, "Long time no see, Xiao Hezi has become even more eye‑catching."

Jiang He's vision went black; you're a eunuch, don't always think "man on top of man."

After finally evading Character: Song Gonggong, Jiang He complained to the system, "I don't like this aura; it just won't do human things!"

The System Cat, perched on the roof, listened to its host's complaint and snickered inwardly.

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"Host, be careful—Character: Song Gonggong is back, and he even took a plate of Imperial Kitchen pastries! Oh dear, it's the wind imperial chef's specialty pea‑yellow pastry; seems he's sincere."

Jiang He pretended not to hear the system, his expression unchanged, lifted a pot of flowers and said to his companion, "I'll deliver this pot of flowers to Chang'an Palace."

When Character: Song Gonggong arrived, he only saw Jiang He's departing figure.

Learning that he was heading to Chang'an Palace to deliver flowers, no one dared to follow; they could only leave, sulking, clutching the pastries.

The system, seeing his irritation, asked, "Host, do you want to eliminate Character: Song Gonggong?"

Jiang He put on a pained mask, "Killing deducts points! And it's not a good time to act; the old emperor just lost a son, so any disturbance is unwise."

After thinking it over, he decided to enlist Wang Gonggong's hand to deal with him; after all, they're mortal enemies.

Jiang He gave a covert push, and the Place: Inner Palace stirred up turmoil again.

But this time the fight wasn't fierce; Character: Song Gonggong and Wang Gonggong are both old men of the palace, and they understand the principle of self‑preservation.

Though they clash fiercely in secret, they both restrain themselves publicly, painting a picture of peace.

Not only did they endure, they have been battling openly and covertly for years; now they've strangely calmed down. Both are death‑afraid, and after realizing they can't simply crush the opponent in one go, they had to call off.

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The second reason is that Character: Song Gonggong and Wang Gonggong realized that during their feud they missed many chances to climb the ranks; the eunuchs watching from the sidelines, sharp‑eyed and quick‑handed, seized those opportunities, and those who were once inferior have now caught up with them.

It can be said that there are many clever people in the Huangong, and many have used their rivalry to advance.

The two were livid; so their fighting actually gave others a bargain?

Those eunuchs who thrive in the palace have very agile minds and can expand or contract; the two tacitly agreed to pause their feud, pouring all their energy into climbing the ladder, striving to stand out.

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He was assigned to handle the Tenth Prince's funeral; after all, a prince's funeral is a lucrative job. His godfather's backer found this rare assignment for their clan, and he didn't want to forfeit the profit he'd gained.

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Emperor Liang Kang could not withstand the pressure from officials and the imperial clan, and could only painfully issue an edict, burying the Tenth Prince in any random grave.

The common people's mood also calmed.

For people of this feudal era, the Tenth Prince cannot be interred in the ancestral tomb; after death he would become a lonely‑grave wild ghost, and that punishment is enough to vent anger! Surely Heaven will be pleased.

Night fell, and night‑owl Jiang He, carrying a plump System Cat with a round belly, stepped silently onto the roof.

When the Dali Temple investigated the cause of the Tenth Prince's death, they once suspected someone had set off a large number of firecrackers, but no trace of abundant saltpeter, sulfur, or other residues was found, so they could only attribute it to a heavenly thunder.

"Since the Thousand‑Purple Main Deity started dating you, her heart has become soft."

Black‑hearted capitalist Jiang He smiled, encouragingly looking at the system child, "After all that effort, it will surely grow into an independent mission‑doing system child."

Since the Main Deity gathered most of the fragments and restored them, taskers, aside from endlessly completing missions for quasi‑immortality, have had many cheat‑codes removed.

Jiang He: ╮(￣⊿￣)╭ Hmph, you know nothing about high tech!

Now everything is banned, so the difficulty for taskers has increased.

This time they were also frightened by the Tenth Prince's death, realizing the misdeeds they'd done, and truly feared heavenly justice would strike them down.

The System Cat hissed angrily, meowing, clawing the tiles so that they screeched.

The system muttered that the Main Deity previously would not be so merciful.

But the princes have become accustomed to doing as they please; suppressing their nature is very difficult, and after a while they quickly revert, soon resuming nightly revelries.

Jiang He said indifferently, "It's fine, the point loss isn't much, and this era already has fireworks."

"Shall I go to the Imperial Kitchen to hint the imperial chef to make more sesame pastries for you to supplement?" the system asked, recalling its current cat shell; as a beautiful Three‑Colored Cat, it especially understands the fear of being hairless.

"Besides, killing one or two won't help; the products of the system can only be changed through the system."

Jiang He sighed, "It used to be great, a single heavenly eye could gather information."

It thinks the Da Liang royal family is truly beyond cure.

Walking in the darkness, Jiang He patted his belly, "It's been ages since I've eaten meat; tomorrow I'll bring back a few roast ducks."

Lately Jiang He feels that doing missions is getting harder and harder.

He gently taught the system how to act, making the system child astonished and deeply moved.

Then he will have two sources of income; the system child's mission points and merits are all his!

Other princes were more or less affected as well, and finally they restrained themselves a bit.

During the day, Jiang He also tidied his space; the space was truly small—besides gold, silver and diamonds as currency, there were only a small amount of staple foods like rice and noodles. He decided to take the chance of leaving the palace to prepare some cooked food.

Item: System Cat nodded in agreement, glancing at the host's glossy hair. Perhaps he has a "Everyone Falls in Love with Eunuchs" aura; the host can stay up late without losing hair, and that aura isn't entirely useless.

Being a eunuch isn't easy; he can't eat heavily flavored foods and must gnaw on vegetables every day. The job is also demanding, and his body is only fourteen years old, still developing.

A missioner bearing a plane's cause-and-effect should have been shattered, but her boyfriend is willing to pay all her points and sign a near‑life‑sentence mission order; now the couple is still diligently working for the Lord God to repay their debt.

The system thinks that, indeed, communicating across space previously didn't work; between the system and the host it's as if separated by a plane. Only when the system personally follows the host on missions, with one mind and heart, can steadfast revolutionary camaraderie be cultivated.

A careless missioner accidentally dropped a magic vine from a Western fantasy world onto an ordinary plane; a leaf of the vine was swallowed by a wild cat, which turned into a zombie and bit a passerby. Thus a perfectly ordinary low‑tech plane turned into an apocalypse.

Not only must one be able to run on walls and rooftops, one must also stay up late. It's said some hosts are frightened by their own mission state, and hair‑growth products sold in the cultivation world are especially popular in the system's space.

Even high‑level missioners only have a tiny space; items from the mission world are now basically prohibited from being taken out, because a biological invasion incident occurred before.

Baldness is one of middle‑aged men's fears; even in the mission world, he does not want to become a bald man.

"Host, you're using explosives beyond the era; your points will surely be heavily deducted," the system couldn't help but complain.

Jiang He remained calm, "When doing missions you must get used to enduring!" he said earnestly, "It is precisely because the world is unjust that missioners like us appear! It's not that we cannot kill, but we must weigh the pros and cons and see which yields more benefit between killing and not killing."

This also served as a reminder to other Lord Gods; the mall's golden cheat and supplies were restricted, and the system will keep an eye on each host, no longer allowing hosts to collect those dangerous items, and also forbidding hosts from using items that exceed the plane's technology, cultivation or magic level.

Now it fully understands the original host's killing spree, and it even wants to suggest the host destroy those chaotic humans, to prevent harming more innocent people.

"Fine." Jiang He thought for a moment and still felt uneasy, "I have several hair‑nourishing recipes here; pick a pleasing royal chef and quietly send it over."

Jiang He was somewhat worried, "When you put it that way, I actually feel less at ease."

They are princes; mortal law cannot touch them, and I cannot guarantee they won't be divinely punished.

Anyway, the finished product will eventually end up in their stomachs.

He now habitually sneaks out of the palace at night to gather information himself.

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