I Really Don't Want to Be a Eunuch!

The moment I opened my eyes, a knife was pressed against a very sensitive spot.

In the final second before I transmigrated into Wei Zhongxian, I pulled out a twenty-tael banknote. “Eunuch, can we make a deal...?”

The castration expert got the idea at once. One slash later, he’d only shaved off half an eyebrow.

After entering the palace, I used my modern knowledge to recklessly court disaster. Instead, the Noble Consort praised my quick wit, and the princess said I was hilarious.

Then, on the night the new emperor ascended the throne, six consorts crawled out from under the dragon bed. “Brother Wei, whose name are you calling tonight?”

I watched the Empress Dowager smile from the throne and fell into thought. Hadn’t I only taught her one kind of massage back then?

Three hundred years later, the name Jia Baoyu became a taboo throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. A teahouse storyteller smacked his wooden clapper. “Now, on the day the begonias bloomed in the Rongguo Mansion, Second Master Bao said to the thirty-third heaven...”

“This mortal world needs a new master.”