Jiang Yan transmigrated, and the good news was that his treasured possession was still with him.
The bad news was that he'd become a eunuch in the depths of the Great Zhou palace, and had just received a ticket to a firsthand death experience.
He'd planned to keep his head down and grow stronger, but the plot wouldn't leave him alone.
Turning a corner, he crashed into Consort Mi, an old enemy from his days in the martial world and now the emperor's new favorite. Smiling, she handed him a note: "Young Master of the Moyu Hall, look at you now."
That very night, the eunuch in charge next door was brutally murdered on the palace road. The killing blow was precise, and the victim had only just been confirmed as a ninth-rank martial artist.
A chill ran down Jiang Yan's back. He couldn't shake the feeling that the blade had been meant for him.
Before he could sort things out, the stunningly beautiful Noble Consort Chen intercepted him.
Inside Huayang Palace, fragrant breezes wafted around them. The noble consort lightly tugged at his sash and breathed against him like an orchid:
"You little eunuch... you haven't actually been castrated, have you?"
Jiang Yan's soul nearly fled his body. He thought he was about to get his entire clan wiped out.
But the noble consort's eyes glimmered, and her red lips drew close to his ear. Her breath was as soft as silk:
"Don't be afraid. I... have a use for you alive."
That night, plum blossoms fell like blood upon the brocade quilt, exposing a palace secret buried for seven years.
Jiang Yan looked at the noble consort, lounging beside him like a cat, then glanced toward Qingying Pavilion.
Behind him were old grudges from the martial world, ahead was the noble consort's "special attention," and lurking in the shadows was a mysterious killer who hunted martial artists.
He looked down at himself. Was this really just a hellishly difficult start from the start?
No, it was more like being tossed into a pack of wolves, with a notice delivered to them for good measure: "Fresh meat, delivered right to your door."
Now Jiang Yan could only ask:
In this man-eating imperial palace, how was a "fake eunuch" supposed to survive?
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