I’m a Fake Eunuch, and the Emperor’s Trusted Aide

I transmigrated, only to find myself in the body of a eunuch.

The good news: I still have my family heirloom, and I’m a eunuch in name only.

The even better news: I’m the emperor’s most trusted aide, the chief eunuch of the palace, second only to the emperor. I’m The Outcast.

The bad news: The emperor has been poisoned and doesn’t have long to live.

Nine princes, every one of them vying to become crown prince. The empress, the noble consort, the chancellor, and the general, all with schemes of their own. The borderlands are engulfed in war, and heretical cults run rampant throughout the martial world.

The even worse news: I’ve realized that behind it all, there seems to be one person pulling the strings: the Empress Dowager.

She worships the Buddha, eats vegetarian, and claims to take no interest in worldly affairs. Yet everyone’s life and death lie in the palm of her hand.

And me? In my previous life, I was a direct disciple of the Tianji Sect, skilled in fortune-telling.

In this seemingly hopeless game, I take no sides and join no factions. I use physiognomy to read people’s hearts and the Embroidered Uniform Guard to wield life and death.

They call me the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.

But they don’t know my greatest secret has nothing to do with the dragon throne.

It’s that I’m not a eunuch at all.